Truly talented individuals wouldn't list their awards like items on a menu.
As they say, we tend to flaunt what we lack the most.
When Yan Zhi lacked nothing, she didn't need to beautify her resume to attract attention.
Bai Ling was snapped back to reality by the gasps of the audience behind her; she turned her head and saw Lu Xiaoyou on stage.
The Prime Minister and the Empress had a fallout, shattering decades of affection overnight.
Military confrontation ensued, with the Empress erupting in questioning at the court.
The hall fell silent, only Lu Xiaoyou's voice rang out, "Prime Minister, do you really think I won't kill you?"
Her voice, amplified by the microphone, enshrouded all present like an invisible net.
Lu Xiaoyou gently brushed her sleeve, and under the golden lights, she appeared noble and untouchable. One of the male leads, standing at the foot of the steps, looked up at Lu Xiaoyou.
