Translator: Dj22031
Editor: Dj22031
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Wang Yu didn’t look up, only saying, “Perfect!”
Sheng Ziyou breathed a sigh of relief; it seemed her acting skills hadn’t deteriorated.
“Sheng Ziyou, I really didn’t expect this…” Wang Yu turned to look at her, his expression meaningful.
Sheng Ziyou: “…” ???
“You’re so perfect for this kind of role!”
Sheng Ziyou smiled and said, “I’m actually suitable for playing other roles as well.”
Although she knew that even playing a minor, beautiful character would make her stand out from the crowd, she really didn’t want to play these kinds of roles for the rest of her life!
Wang Yu went back to filming, so Sheng Ziyou had nothing to do.
By noon, the staff had finished setting up the garden.
With her large pregnant belly, Yan Niang stood amidst a profusion of flowers, supported by her maid.
There weren’t many flowers available this season. The reason for shooting at midday was twofold: firstly, the sun was shining brightly, and secondly, the flowers borrowed from the florist shouldn’t be damaged or killed.
Yan Niang was still wearing a red dress, but this time the style was somewhere between that of southerners and non-Han people. She had her hair styled in a woman’s bun and was facing away from the camera.
At this moment, the general, dressed in foreign attire and carrying a scimitar, tried to soften his rough voice—
“Yan Niang…”
When Yan Niang turned around and saw that it was the general, she smiled sweetly at him. At that moment, all the brocade flowers behind her became mere background.
There was such a person in the world, someone you would give your life for.
“No wonder King You of Zhou played with the feudal lords by lighting the beacon fires…” one staff member exclaimed.
“Cut–“
The second scene of Sheng Ziyou had ended, leaving only a death scene.
She hurried to the dressing room, removed her “belly,” changed her clothes, and put on a long red dress typical of southern women. Her hair was simply tied up with a hairpin, loose and disheveled.
This was what she would be wearing in her final scene, which would be filmed on location, as Wang Yu followed along.
The surrounding area was full of Southerners. The general and his Hu people protected him, while the general, dressed in Southern clothes, protected Yan Niang, who was holding a child behind him.
“Brothers! We Hu people are brave and skilled in battle, and we are not afraid of these cowardly Southerners! Follow me and fight our way out!” The general’s face was fierce, as ruthless as a lone wolf being besieged.
“Kill—” The Hu people, brandishing their scimitars, charged forward.
The general’s face was covered in blood, one hand holding a scimitar, the other holding Yan Niang’s hand.
He was about to step forward with his scimitar raised when he suddenly froze, disbelief flashing in his eyes. He looked down.
A knife was stuck in his chest, piercing from behind to the front, with the blood-red tip of the knife protruding from his heart.
He turned his head in disbelief to look at the woman behind him, the woman he was protecting.
The woman was as beautiful as when he first met her, and her face was as cold as ever. It seemed that the past two years hadn’t changed her at all. Her red lips parted slightly—
“I am also from the South.”
The general’s expression was complicated. Finally, the corners of his mouth turned up slightly, and he reached out, wanting to touch Yan Niang’s face.
However Yan Niang drew her sword, and before the general could even touch her, he fell to the ground.
“General—” The Hu people rushed over as if they had gone mad, seeking revenge.
This was their great general, without him who could lead tens of thousands of Hu soldiers to fight against the Southern people?!
Yan Niang did not resist or refuse; she simply bent down, gently placed the child on the ground, and looked at the crying child with guilt.
She was then slashed by several swords and fell to the ground.
Yan Niang looked up at the sky, the sound of a child crying filling her ears. She knew these people would protect their general’s child.
This child was doomed to die in the hands of the Southerners. His father killed countless Southerners, and this hatred will be transferred to his child.
But if this child fell into the hands of the Hu people, he would be the orphan of a great general whom they would take good care of.
The corners of her mouth curved slightly upwards, as if she were smiling, yet also as if she weren’t.
Her eyes were complex and glistening with tears as she gazed at the wild geese flying freely in the sky. A single glance of those eyes was unforgettable.
Yan Niang slowly closed her eyes.
After a long while, when all was quiet, Wang Yu’s soft voice rang out: “Cut…”
Sheng Ziyou stood up instantly, shivering. Yang Yun rushed over and hugged her with her down jacket, crying uncontrollably.
Wang Yu slowly opened his mouth: “Um… Yan Niang, what was that look in your eyes just now…?”
The original plan was for her final expression to be one of sadness, after all, she had killed the person she loved.
But Sheng Ziyou’s eyes… didn’t quite seem like it…
“It was her being happy to see this, wasn’t it?” The assistant director blinked. “After all, she finally killed the great general for the Southerners.”
“Didn’t she look relieved and liberated to you?” Wang Yu asked tentatively. “Yan Niang has finally freed herself from love and hate.”
One of the female staff members couldn’t help but say, “Nonsense, she’s clearly sad. Yan Niang killed her lover, and I could feel the deep sorrow in her eyes.”
As Wang Yu handed Sheng Ziyou a red envelope, he couldn’t help but ask, “What is it? Yan Niang, what did that look in your eyes mean just now?”
Sheng Ziyou accepted the red envelope and smiled, “I am Sheng Ziyou, you should ask Yan Niang about this.”
After saying that, she turned and left.
Wang Yu: “…”
However, he had a feeling… that after the movie was released, this woman would definitely spark discussion among the audience…
After Sheng Ziyou finished filming, Wang Yu pulled her aside as she left, insisting that she tell him what Yan Niang was thinking at the moment she collapsed.
She wouldn’t answer, which made Wang Yu stomp his feet in frustration, but he finally said, “Um… Sheng Ziyou, how about we arrange something in advance for my next drama? You can come audition then…”
He didn’t speak too definitively, but this time, Sheng Ziyou had showed him her superb acting skills after coming to her senses.
But there was still some hesitation to bet an entire series on this, in case this breakthrough was just short-lived.
“Okay, Director Wang, just let Sister Zhao know when the time comes.” Sheng Ziyou nodded, holding the hot water bottle, ready to leave.
Yu Chen peeked in: “Hey, junior sister, aren’t you going to say goodbye to your senior brother?”
Sheng Ziyou glanced at him indifferently: “Your mother went through so much to give birth to you, don’t be so disrespectful!”
Yu Chen: “…”
Sheng Ziyou slightly raised her chin and left with her people; Zhao Jing followed her.
They didn’t keep their filming trip a secret, and yesterday, when she trended on social media, fans were already asking where she was.
Then yesterday, when she joined the crew, it was leaked.
Therefore, when Sheng Ziyou returned, she was surrounded by fans at the airport.
“Which way?” Zhao Jing frowned.
Sheng Ziyou thought for a moment and asked, “Are there many people?”
“Not many.”
“Then let’s go straight there.” Sheng Ziyou, wearing a hat and mask, walked straight over.
There weren’t many, but there were still several dozen waiting. As soon as she appeared, the fans started screaming.
“Shh—” Sheng Ziyou put a finger to her lips, signaling everyone to be quiet.
Fans still had to listen to their idols, so most people quieted down, and a few people didn’t speak loudly either.
Sheng Ziyou, her voice soft through her mask, said, “Thank you everyone for coming to pick me up. I’m very happy.”
“Youbao—”
“Shh!” Sheng Ziyou continued to signal for quiet.
Security guards separated her from the fans and urged, “Try to leave as soon as possible.”
Sheng Ziyou nodded, and her staff helped maintain order.
“Let’s say a few words quietly so as not to cause chaos in public order. I’m really happy that everyone came to pick me up, but please don’t go through all this trouble in the future.”
Sheng Ziyou raised her hat a little higher, revealing her concerned and earnest eyes.
She didn’t know how others felt when they saw their fans, but she knew that looking at them made her feel incredibly warm inside.
“Youbao! Remember to eat on time, don’t go on a diet! We love you when you’re chubby!” A female fan suddenly cried, “You’ve lost weight again!”
Sheng Ziyou felt warmth in her heart. She had only mentioned losing weight when replying to someone’s comment, and someone had remembered it.
She handed a pack of tissues to a female fan, who quickly took it.
“Youbao, you must take good care of yourself and remember to go to bed early. This is our gift to you!” A fan excitedly handed her the gift.
Sheng Ziyou accepted the gift with a smile. She knew that these fans preferred them accepting their own gifts to the celebrities’ refusal, knowing that their idols would like them.
“You are not allowed to give expensive gifts. If you do, I will give it to the staff to return; I will not accept it. If you give me an expensive gift, I will not accept any more gifts from you in the future!”
As soon as she finished speaking, someone who had reached out withdrew their hand.
Sheng Ziyou accepted the remaining gifts, which were not particularly expensive.
“Pomelo fans, please take care of yourselves too. Don’t just focus on me, you all need to take care of yourselves as well.”
“Youbao! I love you!”
Sheng Ziyou chuckled: “I love you all too!”
She gave them a few more instructions, such as to be careful, and then said something to Yang Yun. Yang Yun suddenly realized what she meant, quickly took out a bag of candy from her backpack, and handed it to her.
These candies were quite good. They were not big, but there was a generous amount inside, so everyone could get several.
Sheng Ziyou took the card and handed it to the person who was clearly leading the crowd, smiling and instructing, “Youzi, please distribute these to them later. Be careful, I can’t stay here any longer, you should all go home early too!”
“Good!”
“Youbao, take good care of yourself!”
“Please dress yourself warmly.”
“Make sure to go to bed early.”
“Youbao, I love you.”
“Youbao, post on Weibo! We want to see your beautiful pictures!”
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