Despite her apprehension, Liu Rulan was not afraid of her.

"I told Shu Han to stay away from them usually, so don't forget to remind your artist."

He Wenming reminded him.

"Pshaw, I didn't even mention it."

Liu Rulan chuckled indifferently, "If she can scheme against my little devil, then she's seen a ghost."

Xiao He, that brat, is usually very carefree. It seems like he doesn't pay attention to anything and doesn't take anything to heart.

But if anything really comes up to him, he's quick-witted and faster than anyone else.

"Haha, you seem to have a lot of faith in him!"

He Wenming laughed out loud.

Liu Rulan didn't say anything more, but turned her gaze back to the film set, a slight smile playing on her lips: "Of course."

-

"Power on!"

As Director Qiu shouted, the already serious environment suddenly became quiet, so quiet you could hear a pin drop. Xiao He, who had been standing at the bottom of the steps waiting to film, also changed his aura. When he looked up again, all the immaturity had faded from his eyes, leaving only the solemnity and awe that an emperor should have.

At this moment, he was wearing a black dragon robe, with gold threads and dark patterns that gleamed with a deep luster under the light. A jade belt cinched his waist, making him look tall and upright, and he still had a bit of youthful spirit that had not completely faded.

As the camera panned rapidly past him, following the joystick, the young emperor officially lifted his foot and began to ascend the steps. His steady gait carried him toward the main hall, the hem of his dragon robe sweeping across the steps with a silent yet powerful presence, as if each step was precisely controlled and left no room for doubt.

At the same time, the emcees' chants began, and even from further away, the deep, resounding beat of drums echoed. The clouds in the sky ceased their aimless drifting, and the entire sky became a deep, clear blue, reflecting the blazing sun in the center—

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In the footage, the young emperor has a handsome face that is both aggressive and dignified, with a tall and straight posture like a pine tree and an aloof and cold demeanor.

His eyes shifted slightly, his gaze sweeping over the crowd below the stage, as if he were scrutinizing them while secretly admiring the empire he had built.

When the moving camera finally returned to its original position, the entire frame was divided in two by the young emperor in the center, creating a perfectly symmetrical image. Only then did he coldly stare directly at the camera, his chilling imperial aura radiating outwards, as if an invisible hand had gripped his throat, suffocating him.

The killing intent faded the next moment, and a faint smile appeared on his face. He looked down at the camera with disdain, his hands lightly resting on the armrests of the dragon throne, and slowly sat down.

Even so, he maintained a straight back and slightly raised chin throughout his entire sequence of movements. Although there was no deliberate ostentation, it concealed the arrogance of someone in control of the world, perfectly portraying the restraint and composure of a young emperor newly ascending the throne.

In that instant, history transcended reality, achieving a spatial overlap—

The people who were standing below the stage were momentarily stunned.

They slightly raised their heads, gazing up at the young actors on stage, a mix of melancholy and complex emotions welling up within them. They felt as if the barriers of history were rapidly weakening, and they too had become part of history, witnessing the merits and demerits of an emperor and participating in the crucial starting point of a dynasty's rise...

The veteran actors, who never imagined that the scene before them could be filmed in one take, became increasingly serious and respectful. When the camera panned over, their heads drooped even lower, demonstrating both their interpretation of the character and their genuine appreciation of the actor.

If even they were like this, then the other young actors who were laughing and joking and the extras behind them were even more likely to be like this.

Seeing the seniors' cautious attitude, the others also put away their playful thoughts and bowed to show their submission.

—Thus, what should have been a complex and difficult-to-manage scene involving hundreds of people achieved a bizarre coordination at this moment.

A coronation scene that many people originally planned to film for several days and nights was completed so smoothly.

This ascension to the throne can be described as having perfect timing, favorable location, and popular support—all perfectly aligned with the requirements, almost like the historical Emperor Chen himself, a popular choice and a destiny ordained by Heaven.

At that moment, Director Qiu, sitting in front of the camera, couldn't stop admiring and praising the camera.

Perfect, absolutely perfect!

It's no exaggeration to say that if it were to be done again, even director Qiu himself felt he couldn't recreate such a scene.

His hands trembled slightly with excitement, and even his voice was a little hoarse.

"Card!"

-

Outside the film set, people who were initially indifferent showed subtle changes in their expressions after witnessing this scene.

"This young man's acting skills are truly remarkable... No wonder Director Qiu has such high hopes for him..."

Anlaijia let out a soft breath, a sense of crisis rising within her. Her gaze was fixed on the person on the dragon throne, with a hint of disrespectful spying. At the same time, her fingers began to unconsciously tap the back of her other hand, her face as calm as still water.

Then her gaze shifted again, looking across at the other side.

Across from her, a sophisticated urban woman was chatting with the man beside her, arms crossed. Seemingly noticing her gaze, she immediately stopped talking and gave her a cold look.

The two female agents, each with their own reputation in the industry, exchanged a glance.

But they quickly looked away.

The other party seemed to completely disregard her, turning to the side to hide most of their face in another direction, and then continued talking to the agent named "He Wenming" beside them.

Ah, I've been looked down upon...

"Liu Rulan, the top agent at Linghui Entertainment, has managed several film emperors. She has excellent connections and a wide network in the industry. Because of her strong business acumen and decisive work style, she is known as the 'workaholic'..."

Anlaijia muttered the information she had gathered in advance, her thoughts drifting, and suddenly smiled.

"Those idiots before, they didn't even know how to pick someone easy to manipulate—"

In her opinion, among the artist and manager duo of Xiao He and Liu Rulan, the most difficult to deal with is actually the seemingly carefree artist Xiao He.

Perhaps because she had spent a considerable amount of time in South Korea, and because of what happened back then, she had offended some ruthless gangsters, so An Laijia now possesses a mental radar that can vaguely warn of danger.

While she might not be entirely accurate in judging people, Anlaijia has a knack for identifying ruthless individuals in a vast sea of ​​people.

That Xiao He is definitely not as simple as he appears on the surface.

He is dangerous.

This is definitely not due to his acting skills, but rather to some dangerous quality he inherently possesses...

The others were really blind; they actually mistook this ruthless character for a young actor with good skills.

That's ridiculous.

If possible, Anlaijia wouldn't really want to be an opponent of someone like that.

However, compared to this, Liu Rulan is actually easier to break through...

To be honest, she was quite curious about who would come out on top between her and Liu Rulan.

Anlaijia pondered for a moment, then felt a pang of regret.

Unfortunately... now is not the time.