The Glamorous Comeback of the Ousted Heiress

Especially the role of Bai Xiangjun, the woman who went to war.

The historians who recorded her story did not skimp on their adjectives.

She bore her spear in salute to the mountains and rivers, her sword’s shadow fierce as she alone charged through thousands of troops.

There were even rumors on the forums that when the historian wrote about the Bai Family, Chen Ye’s knife was at his throat.

When Wan Qiushan was casting the role, he left this character for last; he truly was stunned by Yan Lu’s audition, as if parting the clouds to see the bright sky of tomorrow.

He couldn’t find a single fault with Yan Lu.

But now, Wan Qiushan felt that flaws were all over Yan Lu—

For instance, her spearwork was not as effortless as desired, neither fast nor fierce enough.

Her expression lacked the flirtatious heroism.

Even her every gesture failed to casually show the confidence of someone who could command the land.

…

No one present spoke; after filming for so long, everyone in the crew had become an expert on the “Great Yong” era, knowing well the legendary youth from just the recorded merits of history.

Let alone when that historical figure stood before them.

The whole performance lasted a mere two minutes.

Bright garb, noble steed, an air of dashing elegance.

Their blood was almost bursting from their bones; at this moment, the crew understood why the history’s Bai Family’s troops were unstoppable and would rather die than kneel, earning both the dread and respect of their enemies and the wary speculation of their king.

With a strong leader, there could be no weak soldiers!

Chu Yue was swept to the ground by the gust of the spear, not even touched by Bai Lian’s spearhead; sitting on the ground in terror, he looked at the cold spear pointed at him, his face and body covered in dust, in a sorry state.

Bai Lian glanced at him—

Such a type would be scorned even by the lowliest soldiers in the rear camp.

If enemies were all the likes of Chu Yue, there would have been no need for the three thousand warriors of the Xuanjia Army.

“Coward,” she judged.

Then she plunged her spear into the ground and dismounted, carelessly handing the reins to Yan Lu. Her gesture was casual and slovenly, clearly not sharp, yet her presence was immense.

The decisiveness seen through her visage hinted at a fierceness as cutting as the east wind.

Since Chu Yue had appropriated Yan Lu’s chair, up to now—

His little head remained on his neck, not hanging on her spearhead, solely because the new era had saved him.

This comment shattered the silence on the set.

“Mr. Chu,” Chu Yue’s assistant hurriedly emerged from the crowd, “Are you alright? Are you injured?”

At this point, he should have glared at Bai Lian; a current popular celebrity like Chu Yue was always coddled wherever he went, and if his fan group found out, they might berate the crew, daring to treat their idol so rudely.

But right now, Chu Yue’s assistant didn’t dare to glare.

“Have you learned?” Bai Lian merely raised an eyebrow towards Yan Lu.

Yan Lu nodded her head.

At this moment, Wan Qiushan also coughed, “Everyone, take a break.”

He lightly glossed over the matter of Bai Lian demonstrating for Yan Lu.

Chu Yue, his pride wounded, stood up with a darkened face. Seeing that no one apologized, and Bai Lian couldn’t be bothered to spare him a glance, he left the set without saying a word.

Yan Lu watched Chu Yue leave, somewhat concerned.

Bai Lian tossed her spear to the excited martial arts director beside her and turned to ask Yan Lu, “Haven’t taken a single day off in two months?”

“There’s nothing else, and I can learn from Director Wan while on the set.” Yan Lu withdrew her gaze from Chu Yue; other artists had taken several breaks for various reasons, like shooting other shows or personal matters.

Only Yan Lu had stayed on set the entire time.

“Right, go ask the director for three days off,” Bai Lian said as she walked away.

Jiang Fulai was still standing coolly in the corner with his hands in his pockets, seemingly lost in thought.

Under the gaze of many, Bai Lian walked over to him.

Jiang Fulai snapped back to reality. As others’ gazes followed Bai Lian towards him, his inhospitable coldness was still evident despite his restraint, deterring prolonged stares.

He promptly averted his gaze.

“Why didn’t you thrust that spear?” he asked lazily.

“Prosperity, democracy, culture, harmony, freedom, equality, rule of law…” she listed off smoothly.

Jiang Fulai: “…”

**

Over here.

Yan Lu was asking Wan Qiushan for leave, ready to depart with Bai Lian.

“Alright, I’ll schedule other scenes in these three days,” Wan Qiushan said, appreciating Yan Lu’s earnest and hardworking nature; it was her first time asking for leave and he didn’t make it difficult, “But Yan Lu, use these three days to reflect properly, your movements and expressions still need a lot of work.”