"Princess Zhao, go back."
Outside the yurt, the girl's slender figure stood stubbornly. The servants could not persuade her at all and sighed helplessly. But today, no matter what, the little slave beside the princess could not leave without the Khan's order.
She didn't look back. "Father has always been very clear about the greater good. He never hurts innocent people and he even sneers at those who curry favor with the powerful."
This means that he is determined to wait here.
The attendant said, "Princess, those henchmen of the royal family are approaching. The news that you took in a Han man of unknown origin will sooner or later leak out. By then, no matter whether he is really the third prince as rumored, you will have to hand him over."
"Our tribe is getting weaker and weaker every year, and the Khan is powerless. Princess, you have to understand the Khan's difficulties. Apart from showing goodwill, we... we have no other choice."
The girl clenched her palms at her sides and fell into a serious struggle.
At this time, someone reported that the Khan allowed Princess A Zhao to see the little slave.
In an iron cage.
The young man was sitting with his knees bent, and when he heard footsteps, he opened his dark eyes and first saw the hem of the girl's skirt. Then he looked up and saw her beautiful face in the dim candlelight. There was a hint of nervousness in her almond-shaped eyes, nervous about him.
He was clearly a prisoner, but he acted as if nothing had happened, his handsome features were indifferent: "Princess, go back."
She understood instantly that her father's permission was for him to persuade her to go back.
She looked at him, speaking each word with great seriousness: "I will find a way to get Father to let you go, and I will not let anyone hurt you."
He stared at her deeply, his dark eyes unclear. After a while, he followed her request for the first time, like a docile and obedient little slave, nodded obediently, and responded to her in a gentle voice: "Okay."
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"OK! Cut!"
Director Hu called for a stop with satisfaction, and today's night show was over.
He called Shi Yan and Sheng Yuan over separately, and said with a serious look on his face, "Tomorrow's scene is very important. It is our last scene in Jiangcheng."
"The royal family sent people to hunt him down and threatened the Turkic Khan to hand over the person who looked like the third prince within three days. Otherwise, they would doubt the sincerity of the Turkic people's friendly diplomatic relations and would definitely raise troops to set foot here in the future."
"The Khan had no choice but to curry favor with the royal family to show his loyalty and avoid being asked to pay a larger tribute. So, in front of the royal family, he ordered his men to throw Shen Yu off a cliff."
Director Hu looked at Sheng Yuan and said, "Sheng Yuan, your emotional changes during this period are crucial and require an outburst of tension. You need to think about this carefully when you go back."
Sheng Yuan was about to nod.
A female voice interrupted, sounding sarcastic.
"If there is anything you don't understand, Teacher Sheng Yuan, you can come and ask me. I will tell you everything I know. Please don't be shy."
Wan Lei came over at some point.
Director Hu frowned. He understood why Wan Lei targeted the little girl again and again. He glanced at Sheng Yuan, whose face remained expressionless and she didn't take it seriously at all. Obviously, Wan Lei was performing a funny one-man show every time.
Director Hu shook his head helplessly, and then his expression became serious.
"Wan Lei, stop messing around. Do you know how many times you cut in the last scene? Have you figured it out? What can I ask you for advice?"
When the staff who were finishing their work nearby heard this, they all lowered their heads to try to hold back their laughter.
Wan Lei immediately felt ashamed, her face changed, and she pouted: "Yes, yes, then I will wait and see how Teacher Sheng Yuan performs tomorrow."
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(End of this chapter)