Chapter 049: Has Jiang Zeyu Been Disfigured?

Qu Yuan breathed a sigh of relief. Jiang Zeyu’s teaching was truly extraordinary. An actor of his caliber was in a league of his own.

When it was Chen Yao’s turn, Qu Yuan was still nervous, knowing that her previous performance hadn’t won his approval; otherwise, she wouldn’t have been eliminated.

“I’ll start by talking about Xu Yue. I think she grasped the character well—her crying scenes were genuinely moving. I gave her quite a high score. As for Qu Yuan…” Chen Yao paused. “How should I put it? I admit I underestimated her. From the very first shot, the look in her eyes gave me goosebumps. I could hardly believe that after Jiang Zeyu, someone else could play this role—and even after changing the character’s gender, still fit so perfectly. Her performance and Jiang Zeyu’s were very different…”

Wang Yaqiao listened and understood that Xiao Shan’s words were absolutely right. Clearly, the Japanese had invested considerable effort this time, deliberately setting a trap, fully aware that they would fall into it. The scheming of Sato Shinjō was truly vicious. Wang Yaqiao’s eyes narrowed with thought.

“Hus... husband?” Lena’s expression suddenly twisted with pain. She raised both hands and beat at her head, as though tormented by a splitting headache.

“Holy Mother! Leave everything to us! We will surely protect you!” One of the chief attendants pounded his chest in assurance.

“Future, why does your complexion look so pale? Should we take you to the infirmary?” Wen Ya asked with concern.

The sudden commotion drew everyone’s attention in the hall; they all turned toward the entrance, speculating on who might have arrived.

Was this a promise or just empty words? Deng Lin spoke at length, but it felt as though she’d said nothing at all. Wang Kaiyuan’s relationship with Deng Lin was delicate; whether he would heed her advice was uncertain.

As the young man spoke, he waved his arm, and a spatial pouch flew straight into Jiang Feng’s hands. Upon careful inspection, it was indeed two million immortal spirit stones.

I stepped nervously out of my room, my hands twisted together in confusion, my face flushed red—though I couldn’t tell if it was from shyness or anxiety.

After absorbing the traitorous forces under Tior’s command, her strength increased dramatically, leaving her both delighted and anxious.

After Shen Yuexi and Dongfang Yanran crossed the line of propriety, Shen Yuexi felt she could never face anyone again. She trained alone, her cultivation progressing astonishingly—she had now reached the eighth layer of Qi Refinement.

Princess Chuyun was startled; a flash of bright yellow caught her eye as Sima Jinghong walked in, followed by Bai Zhi and several palace attendants.

The room was spacious, entirely European in style. The bed was round. Bai Zhi looked around in terror and saw a man standing by the window, hands in his pockets, facing away.

When a cold-hearted person falls in love, it is like withered wood coming to life, an old house catching fire. It isn’t about sweeping everything away—they willingly offer themselves completely. Anything less is not true love.

They decided that, from now on, whenever the hero was present, they would keep their distance; when he was absent, they would move in to protect him. It was best to avoid jealousy and bitterness.

“How did you and the captain meet, Yijun?” Taking the potatoes An Ze had peeled and putting them in the pot, Parker began a casual conversation.

He stroked his face, thinking he’d ask the imperial physician for some beauty remedies tomorrow. What if, someday, Huanhuan found him old and unattractive? What would he do then?

The Sacred One cried for a long time; Fu Yunyi listened in silence, letting him vent. His own heart was soaked in tears, though he could not shed them. Sitting in the car returning to the Fu household, he closed his eyes in exhaustion, gripped by a desire to destroy everything.

Ashu was unexpectedly called by name and was momentarily speechless. She thought for a moment; she suspected that Gu Rugu’s cold was likely due to giving her clothes last night, and planned to confess honestly.

No matter whether they were modern people or ancient souls who had crossed time, they now enjoyed every advantage—timing, location, and unity. As the ones in charge, basic etiquette was required, if only for show. Otherwise, if they displeased the hosts, disaster could strike, and their grievances would be deep.

Of course, this was only true if their owner was someone as gentle and attentive as An Ze—a true cat lover—not one of those stone-throwing brats or cruel abusers.

The knife plunged into the heart of the man in the black suit. Twelve knives—none missed their mark. As screams echoed one after another, they all perished on the spot, collapsing lifelessly.