YM778.TV Chapter 345 - 345: Shocking Scandal! Emperor Yin’s Arrival (2)
Chapter 345 - 345: Shocking Scandal! Emperor Yin’s Arrival (2)
Yet, she had never faced a situation where she was continuously outshined.
Her mentor, aware of her pride and ambition, comforted her, “The recording will last two months. The longer it takes, the more flaws are exposed. But you have a solid foundation and profound knowledge, which can’t be matched by a mere popular idol. However, you should also acknowledge others’ strengths.” Qi Shuning nodded in agreement, “Alright, I’ll go record the show.”
“Go ahead,” her mentor glanced at the time and added, “I just came here for some materials and won’t disturb you further.”
Leaving the tent, Qi Shuning returned to the gathering point.
“Our first challenge is to cross that small grassland ahead,” the assistant director waved a small flag. “Each of us has our own path, and at the end, we’ll pair up for the next challenge.”
“The first to reach the end will get more supplies for lunch today.”
Si Fuqing looked towards the grassland and readjusted her sun hat.
The difficulty of the challenge was gradual, not peaking right from the start.
Unbeknownst to others, the crew had discreetly increased the difficulty of Si Fuqing’s path.
However, watching her smoothly overcome each obstacle, the crew fell into a silent admiration.
The challenges posed little difficulty for Si Fuqing, though she did pause to play in the water at the river midway.
Suddenly, footsteps approached, and a tall, imposing figure entered the frame, his identity concealed by a mask.
[Who is this? He looks so imposing. Is he arranged by the show’s crew?]
[He’s even wearing a mask!]
While others were clueless, Si Fuqing instantly recognized him.
She had seen Yu Xiheng staring at the mask JI Xingzhi had given her and, feeling somewhat pained, had gifted it to him.
Why was her boss here alone, and in such a disguise?
“Miss,” the man spoke with a cold yet gentle tone, “how do I get to the village?”
Si Fuqing replied emotionlessly, “I’m terrible with directions.”
Is her boss doing this on purpose?
She had lost her way the first time they met.
[Is it really okay to be so blunt?]
[Unexpected! The powerful wife on stage is directionally challenged. Such a cute contrast.]
“I’ll ask someone else then,” Yu Xiheng seemed to smile, nodding slightly. “The terrain here is complex, with frequent wild animal appearances. Be careful, miss.”
The way he repeated “miss” had a unique, ancient charm, sounding quite pleasant.
Si Fuqing was momentarily stunned, then her eyes narrowed slightly, “You too, be careful.”
They passed by each other.
The online comments suddenly became more active.
[Did you see the mask he’s wearing? I remember seeing it in middle school history books. It’s the one Emperor Yin wore into battle!]
[I saw it! Can’t see his face, but that mask is really cool.]
[It’s a replica, there are plenty at touristy places. I bought a similar Dragon Sparrow sword.]
At these tourist spots, not only were masks and swords like these sold, but also tokens from the three aristocratic families and four major alliances.
Anything related to Emperor Yin was a hot seller in the entertainment and tourism industry.
[I’m a fan of Emperor Yin too, didn’t expect to meet a fellow fan on the show.] [You know, just from his silhouette, he does remind me of His Majesty.]
[Speaking of which, I’ve never seen a movie or drama about Emperor Yin, only read about him in texts and storytelling.]
[No way, no one can play Emepror Yin. He started conquering at fourteen. Show me a young actor today who can do that? They’re all just faces without substance.]
Si Fuqing still stood in her spot, the echo of Yu Xiheng’s “miss” lingering in her ears.
The voice and figure began to overlap in her mind.
The man who had forcefully entered her car on her first awakening day was her boss.
He had leg issues but could walk.
Well, for the sake of money, she couldn’t afford to get angry; anger is detrimental to health.
Her fists clenched tightly.
[The smile on my wife’s face suddenly became terrifying.]
[I have a bad premonition; someone is about to suffer.]
“Who invited this person?” the director wondered backstage, puzzled. “In these remote hills, why would there be others wandering around?”
“We didn’t invite anyone,” the assistant director scratched his head, suggesting, “Maybe just a local villager.”
The director frowned, “Doesn’t seem likely.”
That presence, he even considered recruiting the young man for an episode of
“The Treasures of Great Xia.”
“Teacher Si has already reached the end,” a crew member announced. “The others are still on their way, and Teacher Qi has only completed a quarter of her path.”
The director’s face darkened, “She’s too fast. Increase the difficulty for her later.”
The assistant director shrugged, “I advise you to give up, it’s pointless.”
Unheeding, the director began instructing his staff.
An hour later, Yuan Heping arrived.
Seeing Si Fuqing already there, he expressed his surprise, “Your physical condition is really impressive.”
Coming from a martial arts background and despite his age, he still maintained a muscular build.
Last time on a film set, he had easily knocked down a young actor in his twenties with a single punch, barely exerting any effort.
“I exercise daily,” Si Fuqing replied nonchalantly, “Here, Teacher Yuan, have some fruit to replenish your energy.” Yuan Heping sat down beside her.
Gradually, the others trickled in.
Qi Shuning was the last to arrive, a full two hours later.
“Alright, everyone take a break. Let’s start the next challenge,” the director, sitting in the broadcast van, announced through a megaphone. “Soon, you’ll meet a local villager who is fond of calligraphy. You must write a character to his satisfaction to pass this challenge.”
The assistant director jumped down from the van, “Come on, draw lots.
Whoever pairs with Teacher Shen will have an easy win.”
Shen Xiuwen, a member of the Heaven Earth Alliance, was proficient in both calligraphy and traditional painting.
After the six participants drew their lots,
Ning Luoyao lamented with a sad face, “Qingqing, how come you got number three? We have to split up.”
“Teacher Yuan is also very skilled,” Si Fuqing reassured, “Don’t worry.” Qi Shuning, holding number three, felt disheartened.
But this was calligraphy.
She was well aware of Si Fuqing’s limited education.
Qi Shuning pursed her lips, “Can you write?”
“Fairly well,” Si Fuqing responded casually, “Passably.”
“Finally, we’ve come to something Teacher Si isn’t good at,” the director sighed in relief, whispering to the assistant director, “Let Shuning guide her in this part..”