The essence of the third scene is the moment when Rong Momo pricks Ziwei with needles. Fang Yang sits behind the monitor, quietly watching the performance of a group of people, but as he watches, he always feels that something is not right.

It wasn't until he saw the Empress's expressionless face that he realized that this was the palace. No matter how deep the hatred, one had to maintain a facade. You couldn't act like a street thug, shouting and venting your anger.

Having figured it out, Fang Yang stopped the group's performance and came to them. Seeing Li Rongrong looking at him with a puzzled expression, he smiled and explained, "Teacher Li, this is what I was thinking. You are someone close to the Empress. Think about it, in the palace, there are many people who appear expressionless on the surface but are ruthless and unscrupulous in the shadows. So you have to use the fiercest expression and silently play your role. Otherwise, if you make a loud noise, be careful, as walls may hear you. That would be the most unwise thing to do. Please take this into consideration."

Li Rongrong pondered for a moment, then replied earnestly, "President Fang, what you said makes sense. I'll take my time to adjust."

Fang Yang nodded and turned to Tan Xinlan, saying, "You are a princess of the Qing Dynasty. When faced with this physical abuse, you should have the pride of a princess. You can't act out those hysterical cries of unbearable pain. You are proud, and you must endure it if you can, but your face should show pain. This is your body's instinct. If you don't show pain, then you are faking it. Do you understand what I mean?"

Tan Xinlan tilted her head and thought for a moment, "I'll give it a try, it shouldn't be a big problem."

Fang Yang nodded, "I'll give you half an hour. Think about it first, and then we'll reshoot it."

Back on the recliner behind the monitor, Fang Yang checked the time; it was just past nine o'clock. He lay back down and instructed Mo Zhen, "Rest for half an hour. Filming will start promptly at nine-thirty."

Mo Zhen checked the time and repeated, "Filming will start promptly at 9:30, no problem." She then got up and went to instruct the production assistants to wait half an hour before starting filming. They could put down what they were doing and take a short break.

The most exhausted people on set were probably the lighting technicians and photographers. They would put down their spotlights and cameras, shake their slightly numb arms, and slump down on the floor of the lobby. Some would even take the opportunity to go out and find a secluded corner to satisfy their craving for a cigarette.

Fang Yang lay on a recliner, fanning himself with a palm leaf fan. His carefree demeanor left the entire crew speechless. Big-name stars were better off, as they had small fans to cool them down. The minor actors, however, didn't have that luxury. If they were close to the big stars, they could squeeze next to them to get some breeze. The others had no choice but to sit on the spot and fan themselves with their costumes, which was still better than filming in a proper manner.

Half an hour passed in the blink of an eye. Mo Zhen reminded him that time was up. Fang Yang threw away the palm-leaf fan, grabbed the megaphone, and announced, "Attention all groups, return to your positions as soon as possible. Filming will resume in ten minutes."

Fang Yang's call roused the entire crew to action. The lighting technicians and cameramen took their positions, while Fang Yang sat behind the monitor, checking whether any adjustments were needed.

The reshoot was indeed more impactful. Fang Yang was extremely satisfied with the effect of this classic shot. Seeing that it was still early, he told the props team to quickly go out and set up the scene. The others came over to have some mung bean porridge. The porridge had just been delivered, and the scene setup would take a little time. They wanted to have something to eat to fill their stomachs, since they had been working hard all morning and were a little hungry.

Around 5 p.m., Fang Yang, prompted by Mo Zhen, began to wrap up filming. By then, the wind outside was getting a bit strong, and the sky was covered with dark clouds. Fortunately, there was no thunder yet, so getting back to the hotel should be no problem.

"With the typhoon passing through these two days, our crew will also need to rest for two days. The specific start date will be announced in the group chat later. Because the typhoon is so strong, everyone please be careful and do not go out unnecessarily. Now hurry back to the hotel to wash up and eat."

Before leaving, Fang Yang gathered all the crew members and announced the schedule for the next two days. He then urged everyone to hurry back to the hotel, fearing that it might rain on the way and they might catch a cold!

The props team needed a little more time to clean up the set, so the Mo brothers stayed to help. Seeing that almost everyone in the crew except the staff had left, Fang Yang breathed a sigh of relief. After reminding Mo Sang to be careful, he quickly took Zhou Xin back to the hotel.

Around 10 p.m., just as Fang Yang was engrossed in typing, a thunderclap boomed in the sky, and the long-awaited storm finally descended upon the world!

Fang Yang lived on the twelfth floor. Through the window glass, he felt as if the whole world was in the midst of a storm. The lightning and thunder were within reach, making him feel as if he were being bathed in a pool of thunder. The lightning was like dragons and snakes dancing around him, like leaping elves!

The wind, carrying raindrops, pounded against the windows. The trees along the roadside were bent over, and some that had long suffered from insect infestations were snapped in half and fell to the side of the road, while others lay across the middle of the road. Fortunately, there were no vehicles on the road in this weather, so no other damage was caused.

Fang Yang sighed, lowered the curtains. Having lived by the sea for a long time, he was used to such storms. He just didn't know how long this downpour would last. City dwellers would only feel that this kind of situation would make it inconvenient to travel, but it was different for rural people. They might suffer from flash floods, collapsed houses, or even flooding. He just hoped that nothing too serious would happen.

Fang Yang considered calling his uncle, but seeing the time, he figured he was probably already asleep. He decided to call him tomorrow. Northern Jiangsu was only on the edge of the typhoon, so even if it rained, the situation wouldn't be too bad. The only problem was that the sea level might rise a bit. If the typhoon passed quickly, it wouldn't be a big issue.

The rain continued unabated overnight. Early in the morning, sanitation workers braved the torrential rain to bring cranes and trucks to clear the broken trees from the roadside. The roads were flooded with rushing water, and the sewage outlets along the roads could not drain the floodwaters falling from the sky in time, causing severe flooding on the roads. It was almost possible to row a small boat on the road.

After washing up, Fang Yang went to the restaurant, where the entire crew was having breakfast. After more than a week of hellish filming, they were all exhausted. Today, they were able to sleep in, and many of them felt revitalized. They were gathered in twos and threes, talking about the torrential rain that had started last night.

Fang Yang got a breakfast and saw Zhou Xin waving and calling from afar. He walked over with the breakfast and asked, "How did you sleep last night?"

Zhou Xin shook her head and said, "There was thunder all night, it was terrifying, how could anyone sleep well?"

"The houses here all have lightning rods installed. Just close the windows and draw the curtains, and we don't care if there's thunder or not."

Zhou Xin rolled her eyes. "With such a huge thunder and lightning, it felt like it was right next to you. Didn't you feel anything at all?"

"What's so strange about that? It happens a few times every year, and we're used to it. This area is already quite inland. If we had just landed on the coast, that would have been terrifying. Compared to that, this is nothing."

Zhou Xin shook her head. "Isn't this scary? Look, the big trees on the side of the road have all been blown down. Now the road looks like it's on the sea, and you can even row a boat on it!"