"But..." Although Xiaohua had gained recognition, she was still a little worried that it might cause Lu Wanzheng's reputation to become even worse because of her.
"There's no 'but' about it. What's meant to come will come, and it won't change because of you. Even if something happens later, it will definitely be my own fault, and I'll only drag you down with me."
Lu Wanzheng's voice was clear and powerful, striking deep into Xiaohua's soul.
"Sister Wanzheng!" Xiaohua suddenly hugged Lu Wanzheng, her eyes filled with tears, and she began to sob.
Lu Wanzheng gently patted Xiaohua's back, "Don't cry, don't cry and get my clothes dirty. If you do, I'll sell you to the director and make you wash all the clothes for the whole crew. Then you won't just be washing your face with tears, you'll be washing clothes with tears. Every day your hands will be red and swollen, like a radish. You'll regret it someday, wishing you hadn't cried in the first place."
As they spoke, Lu Wanzheng and Xiaohua both laughed.
"Sister Wanzheng, you're so annoying, you always make fun of me."
"Alright, stop blaming yourself. I'm going to film now. I'll take you out for a nice meal when we get back to Kyoto."
Lu Wanzheng released the small flower and turned to walk towards the palace corridor.
The directors were all ready, and Lu Wanzheng stood in her place. Wang Xiyou then rushed over.
"I'm sorry, director, I'm late." Without giving a reason, she simply smiled at the director.
Director Xiao frowned, and the noise quickly dissipated, so quickly that it was impossible to see with the naked eye.
"Let's begin."
"Rule number 2 for match 48, Action!"
Lu Wanzheng immediately put herself in Jiang Wan's shoes, and her demeanor completely changed.
Mu Lin: "It was General Shangguan. I've known him since childhood. When we were kids, he said he would marry me when we grew up, but unfortunately—"
Jiang Wan: "Your Majesty said it was in your childhood. How can words spoken in childhood be taken seriously? Besides, Your Majesty is now the mother of the nation. Your Majesty should be careful with your words."
Mu Lin: "Jiang Wan, are you so proud? So what if you won Shangguan Tuo's favor? I'm destined to marry him once I enter the palace, but what about you? You can only marry her because you look like me. The man you love will never love you. You're just a substitute." Mu Lin's face was somewhat ferocious, and she had long lost her previous virtuous and gentle demeanor.
Jiang Wan snorted coldly, "So what? No matter how nicely you describe our childhood, I'm the one who will marry him in the end, and I'll be the one who will share his grave a hundred years from now."
“Jiang Wan, ask yourself honestly, would you be a good wife? You are out in public all day long, in constant contact with men, and you don’t care about your husband’s family’s reputation at all.”
The exact same lines were spoken by Lu Wanzheng and Wang Xiyou, but the director and producers behind the camera had a drastic change in expression.
Everyone could see the difference.
Wang Xiyou is putting in even more effort than before; anyone with eyes can see that she's trying to overshadow the rest of the scene.
For a moment, everyone thought that Lu Wanzheng would be unable to cope and would make another mistake.
Unexpectedly, Lu Wanzheng's tone was even more nonchalant than before, and she could ignore and neutralize Mu Lin's words, no matter how sharp they were.
Although his tone was languid, his movements, expressions, and even his overall aura exuded a chill.
It was like a block of ice that hadn't melted for a thousand years standing before me.
Even the directors and screenwriters in front of the camera could feel the chill creeping down their faces.
At this moment, she is Jiang Wan. The two are clearly in love, but they are being slandered and sown apart by others.
The lazy tone was followed by a sharp edge; the words were incisive and unafraid of provocation.
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