"The weather is cold and the snow is biting, the mat is torn, just as I receive the Emperor's new favor."

"...

"...

"Long live the Emperor! I've heard that even gods die!"

The old man's voice was hoarse and weathered, like the groan of a man dying of thirst in the desert. The off-key tune conveyed an indescribable sense of absurdity, yet also carried a magical allure.

Kona stared blankly at the screen, forgetting that the TV in her room was still on.

It wasn't until the end credits finished playing that Kona's mother turned around and asked, "What did you just say?"

Kona replied dryly, "Oh. I was asking if this TV show is good."

After asking the question, Kona felt like slapping herself.

Isn't that obvious? Isn't it obvious that she stood there for ages, even listening to the entire end credits song without missing a single word?

Kona's mother, a middle school teacher, spoke in a refined manner: "A very high-quality TV series."

Kona's father was much more straightforward: "Okay, it's pretty good. I was laughing so hard just now."

"Huh? Laughing?" Kona was a little confused. "What's so funny?"

Even though I only watched the last few minutes, the film's "vast white landscape, so clean and pristine" vibe almost seeped out of the screen. What's so funny about it?

Kona's mother said, "Oh dear, there's something funny up ahead! You'll see in the second episode. Your dad and I are dying of laughter."

Kona pouted: "No, I want to go back to my room and read 'The Legend of Qingyun'."

"The Legend of Qingyun?" Dad slumped on the sofa. "Your mom and I were just thinking of watching that too. What is that? It's just endless fighting and killing, like firecrackers going off. It's so annoying."

“Exactly,” Mom said. “Everyone else wears iron armor on the battlefield, but you wear a shiny white one. Are you trying to make yourself stand out from the crowd? No wonder so many enemy soldiers are targeting him.”

Kona: "..."

Kona wanted to say something in defense of the director and star she liked, but her mother's words immediately silenced her.

In his mind, Liao Li's graceful, ethereal figure slowly transformed into three large white characters:

You big idiot.

Aaaaaaaahhhhhh!

Kona suddenly felt that she could no longer look Liao Li in the eye—no, she couldn't even look at anyone in that show now!

Kona covered her mouth, revealing an expression of utter despair.

It's hard to believe that she was actually attracted to this bootleg novel, "Yun Qing Ji"!

Even more unimaginable is that after reading "Yun Qing Ji", when she read "Qing Yun Zhuan", it was as if Ke Na's mind was bewitched, and she felt that the latter was low-class in every way...

The TV was still playing commercials, and Kona dawdled back to her room.

"This child has always watched TV differently from us since she was little," Kona's father clicked his tongue. "Luckily, she's older now and doesn't make a fuss anymore—"

Before she could finish speaking, Kona carried her platter of dried fruit, fresh fruit, candy, and chicken feet back to the living room.

Mom said, "You've eaten so many snacks tonight! Take a walk for a bit to help digest, then go downstairs and throw out the trash, understand?"

"Oh." Kona replied without looking up, opened Weibo, and began searching for information related to "Yun Qing Ji".

It's really abnormal that she thinks this shameless drama about faking a moon landing is good!

She's going to search on Weibo to see if she's possessed by an evil spirit, or if everyone else thinks so!