Zhu Yan was almost furious enough to cough up blood; these were the words she had said to Lu Xiaoyou before the retake, and now Lu Xiaoyou was throwing them right back at her.
Years of acting discipline forced Zhu Yan to suppress the urge to slap Lu Xiaoyou across the face.
"Xiaoyou, have you acted before?" Zhu Yan asked her.
"No."
"What you're about to perform isn't a fight scene, but the demeanor of Princess Wangyue," Zhu Yan reminded her.
Without formal acting training, Lu Xiaoyou could be a stunt double, but could she really grasp the character's demeanor?
"Sis, don't worry, I have talent~"
Her statement seemed rather arrogant.
"Zhu Yan, watch closely!" With the change of address, Lu Xiaoyou's demeanor shifted as well.
Her face was bare, without any makeup; she blinked, and her pitch-black pupils quickly frosted over with ice.
This was the expression Princess Wangyue wore when facing her enemies, stern and piercingly cold.
