097 I Watched You from Below the Stage

She lifted her head again and said, “Where’s my script?” As she spoke, she was about to get out of bed to find it.

Jiang Zeyu pressed her shoulder gently. “You left it in the foyer. I’ll get it.”

No sooner had Jiang Zeyu returned than Qu Wan nestled softly into his arms again. Jiang Zeyu flipped through the script.

“Who are you playing?”

“I’m playing this character—a pervert with very few lines. It’s all about the eyes.”

Jiang Zeyu chuckled. “Why are you insulting yourself?”

“She’s so hard to play. During filming today, I kept forgetting my lines. Every time I met Yu Sheng’s eyes, I just froze. The director said I looked like an idiot.”

Jiang Zeyu couldn’t help but laugh, but was this really the time to laugh? Su Muyin, a little shaken, obediently took his hand and stood up, not daring to say another word.

But again, it was Ghost Valley. He had designed and built the Xuanming Coffin, capable of sealing the King of the Underworld, and destroyed the Baboo family. At this moment, Luoyang no longer had the prosperous scenes of “Strolling through Luoyang’s streets, the sunlight dazzling in the sky.” All that remained was a single line: “How desolate is Luoyang.” Under the night, thousands upon thousands of lanterns were lit, yet they could not dispel the loneliness and gravity that hung in the air.

Most of the bandit armies north of the river had been wiped out. Once the roads were clear, the newly appointed Governor of Jiangnan traveled by boat to Tianchang County to report to the Governor of the Five Provinces, thus joining this meeting as well.

Yet today, Zou Yi, the usually stern deputy general manager, had actually joined in Li Weidong’s banter. In that moment, he felt he finally had a place among these people.

Lin Huailiang, accustomed to arrogance and domineering ways, saw that this ship dared not even fly a flag. He figured its owner must be an exiled official, banished to some distant land. Too lazy to send word ahead, he simply had his men lay down the gangplank and strode aboard without hesitation.

Now, Zhao Liurui was truly delighted. Her biggest problem was manpower. Liu Ruo had said it would be nearly impossible to resolve, but suddenly a turning point appeared—could things be any better?

Wang Er didn’t engage in side deals because there was nothing worth the trouble. What he wanted was high-quality, luxury goods. With the rent he collected, he was already making a tidy profit; why take risks? As he put it, he mainly didn’t want to cause trouble for his uncle.

Chu Youcai, after hearing about it, thought this could be applied to irrigation and water lifting. He discussed with the French craftsmen and realized that building a steam engine was a challenge for the Xi’an Manufacturing Bureau, but it was still possible.

Seeing Simon, who had just defeated Hawkeye, arrive within a few breaths, Luo’s expression tensed, then relaxed. Even the Red-Eyed one, having lost his restorative fruit, was now nothing more than a human who could be killed.

All boys have a bit of a hero complex—they instinctively yearn for anything that can make them stronger, someone others look up to. Nalan Danqing was no exception.

Sima Xi was seized by the furious crowd, tied up with rope, and thrown onto a hastily found cart. The two-year-old Nalan Moran and Nalan Danqing were led away, and even the newborn Nalan Jingyuan was taken by the wet nurse, no longer left with the “heinous criminal” Sima Xi, lest he be corrupted.

In front of the white pavilion, a man who could command wind and rain in this world reached out his hand to Simon.

“Five hundred miles to the north? No, you can’t go there—it’s the territory of the Great Earth Whale. If you go, you might never return. First, see if there’s anything good within two hundred kilometers of here.” The Black Flood Dragon seemed to be either sleeping or cultivating, and did not appear; it merely replied lazily to Sanbao.

Beams of divine light continually converged on the nascent world, powerful laws of space—this was the Scar of Heaven. One after another, they fell and condensed within Su Yan’s domain.

“Stop him! This guy’s a monster—he just killed someone from the Yun family!” An elder’s voice was chilling. The family’s masters were already ahead; he just needed to delay a few people.

Now, she was so beautiful, so graceful—even, perhaps, holy.

At dusk, as the day’s heat began to dissipate, the sun-wilted trees seemed to come back to life.

The headquarters of the Five Cities Garrison was in the western part of the city. When Su Yan arrived, he dismounted and walked straight toward the front gate.