Oh, my, the moment Jiang Bei appeared, everyone under the heavens wore an expression of playful mockery.
The people of Great Qin were no exception.
The First Emperor’s sons and daughters all stared at that audacious woman. Fortunately, they were in the Immortal Realm; if this were Great Qin, for any woman to harbor such desires for their Father and act in such a disrespectful manner, the consequences would be unimaginable.
Yet, their Father was unable to do anything about it.
Yinman felt the most awkward. Who would have thought that the character the woman was playing would be her? She just hoped that once her Father returned, he would not take his anger out on her.
"Princess," her personal maid murmured, her eyes filled with worry.
"Don't worry." Yinman had thought it through, and a smile gradually spread across her face: "If Father really ends up disliking me because of this, then I’ll just tell him about that drama involving Brother Fusu that the director mentioned."
That show would surely capture Father’s attention even more.
The maid: "..."
It was as if she were meeting her own princess for the first time; she didn't realize she could be so devious.
Although she was only a maid, she understood just how absurd the plot the director described was. If His Majesty really found out, everyone would surely be doomed!
On the Skyscreen, Ying Zheng looked at the woman blocking his path, the veins on his forehead throbbing violently. Work had already been annoying, and now that he had finally finished his shift, she was here blocking his way!
"Step aside." The First Emperor’s voice was icy, his right thumb rubbing the handle of his little pink electric fan.
Jiang Bei smiled with an air of practiced allure: "Why be like this? We all have more scenes to film later, don't we? Wouldn't it be better to get along? Can't I even have your contact information?"
Or perhaps, are you rejecting me because of Zhu Yu?
It had been so difficult to find someone who looked so much like him, so why did he have to be involved with Zhu Yu again!?
Zhu Yu, standing opposite them, also saw what was happening. To be honest, she didn't understand Jiang Bei’s intentions. Wasn't she in love with Yuan Boshi?
Why was she pestering Brother Zheng?
Caught in this moment of confusion, she missed the best opportunity to intervene.
Of course, if Zhu Yu knew Jiang Bei’s inner thoughts, she would definitely spit on her with disdain. Who did Yuan Boshi think he was? What kind of status did he have to be trying to latch onto Brother Zheng for clout?
Ying Zheng had destroyed the six kingdoms and unified China; his hands were stained with the blood of countless enemies. He was no ordinary man. He had only put away his imperial aura because he was spending time with Zhu Yu.
Having been harassed earlier, he was already highly irritated with this woman.
Especially seeing the envious and resentful look she gave A'yu. Ying Zheng now considered the little immortal his own, so naturally, he would not allow anyone to bully her.
Ying Zheng’s tone revealed a faint killing intent: "If you dare to pester me again, mind your head!"
As he spoke, he drew the sword from his waist.
*Clang!* A clear, ringing sound echoed, accompanied by the chilling air of sword energy swiping past her cheek.
In that instant, the world seemed to fall silent.
Those watching Ying Zheng and Jiang Bei hadn't even had the chance to react with shock; their brains had frozen.
As a strand of hair fell in the wake of the blade...
"Ah!!!"
Jiang Bei’s terrified scream pierced the air.
Her legs went weak, her brain felt completely numb, as if it no longer belonged to her own neck. Her blood boiled, then instantly went ice-cold; her face turned deathly pale.
She stumbled back involuntarily, lost her footing, and collapsed onto the ground, limp.
This person... this person really intended to kill her just now!!!
Jiang Bei’s pupils contracted sharply: Is he a lunatic!?
Those nearby who witnessed this scene swallowed hard, their bodies feeling an uncontrollable chill despite the height of summer. It was... it was terrifying.
Seeing that she was truly frightened, Ying Zheng sheathed his sword neatly. Without sparing her another glance, he walked toward Zhu Yu, who still looked stunned.
He said nothing more, returned the prop sword he was holding, and led the still-dazed Zhu Yu away.
After they left, the rest of the group still hadn't recovered.
The director and the screenwriter couldn't help but reach up and touch their own necks, trading a look.
The director: "Didn't President Zhu say not to let Ying Zheng carry that real sword?"
"No, that’s one of our props." The screenwriter pulled out a cigarette, lit it, and said with a look of melancholy: "What is wrong with Jiang Bei? I’ve never heard of her having this problem before. Or did she actually fall for him?"
"He swung a prop sword like that!?"
The director felt both relieved and worried. He recalled when Ying Zheng had come over today to offer an apology for scaring him earlier, as well as a gift of gratitude for his guidance during this time.
He had thought it would just be some everyday item or an invitation to a meal.
He never expected the guy to suddenly pull a piece of gold out of his pocket.
The director had been terrified when he saw it. He had spent quite a while persuading him to take it back, telling him that no apology was needed—that acting well was the best way to apologize and express gratitude.
"Forget it. When we wrap up for the day, I’ll have someone go and comfort Jiang Bei." The director started pulling at his hair in frustration again; he just wanted his cast to be fine and not fall into such messy romantic entanglements.
The screenwriter nodded: "But I think after today, this kind of thing will happen a lot less."
My goodness, that aura Ying Zheng had just projected—that killing intent—who knew if it was acting or real? It was just too impressive.
The crew members finally snapped out of it, and the quiet atmosphere was instantly shattered.
"Oh my god, that sword draw was so cool!"
"Ahhh, as expected of someone with the same name as our charming ancestor, he’s so cool and amazing!"
"Damn! This guy must have trained!"
"I think I just saw sword energy, is it just me?"
"No way, I think I saw it too."
...
Liu Bang laughed heartily: "The First Emperor is truly unyielding; he can even bring himself to reject such a charming woman." He liked women like that, but as he laughed, he felt a sense of reluctance.
Why hadn't the little immortal invited him up yet?
"How could he be so crude!?" Li Longji watched Ying Zheng’s actions with an expression of disgust: "A tyrant through and through, he can even raise a hand against a woman. It’s truly shameful."
"Gao Lishi!"
He muttered, remembering the time he had asked Taoists to communicate with the heavens, not knowing how that had turned out.
Li Longji longed to go up immediately, pull that beautiful maiden into his arms, and comfort her, but he couldn't do it. This only made him even more dissatisfied with Ying Zheng.
In the first year of Yongshi, Liu Ao had made his beloved Zhao Feiyan Empress, and her sister Zhao Hede was made Zhaoyi. Just as he was reveling in his success, the Skyscreen appeared, and the Empress Dowager Wang Zhengjun used the excuse of strange celestial omens to urge the Emperor to depose the Empress.
Liu Ao, of course, refused. Fortunately, the content shown on the Skyscreen was the First Emperor being invited to the Immortal Realm.
"The First Emperor is truly cold-hearted; he could even bring himself to strike such a beautiful woman." Liu Ao hugged his Zhao sisters and teased.
Zhao Hede leaned coyly into Liu Ao’s arms and asked with a hint of jealousy: "Your Majesty, surely you haven't taken a fancy to that immortal, have you?"
The women appearing on the Skyscreen were all collectively referred to as immortals.
"My beauty, are you jealous?" Liu Ao laughed heartily and kissed Zhao Hede: "Don't be afraid, my little heart, you will always have a place."
Zhao Hede put on an appearance of being touched and called out a dainty "Your Majesty," but in a place he couldn't see, her eyes were completely devoid of emotion.
...
What were everyone's reactions to the First Emperor’s experiences?
Of course, they mocked him mercilessly.
Especially the First Emperor’s haters, who laughed the loudest.
However, the happiest of all was the system.
【Host, I have good news for you. The livestream energy here is full! We can pull the second historical figure!】
Beside him, Zhu Yu looked at the First Emperor, who was apologizing with practiced ease, feeling a bit helpless.
What could she say? The last time was truly an accident.
This time, the First Emperor had genuinely been harassed, had already endured it, and only acted because he truly had no other choice. Fortunately, he hadn't actually harmed Jiang Bei.
"It’s okay, Brother Zheng. I’ll talk to Ruohua later; I guarantee she won’t bother you anymore."
Just as her voice trailed off, she heard the system’s voice.
Her expression turned strange.
Ying Zheng narrowed his eyes. What had happened now?
"Brother Zheng." Zhu Yu blinked, looking expectant: "It seems we can pull the second historical figure over."
As soon as these words were spoken, everyone across all the dynasties felt their hearts catch fire.