Shen Bijun felt the vibration of her phone.
She took it out and saw that it was Lu Cheng.
She didn't answer the call immediately but looked toward the set.
Jing Zhen sat on the dragon throne, his disheveled hair giving him a slightly mad appearance. He stared straight at Yun Lu, his peach blossom eyes pitch black, unreadable.
With the director's cue to start, Yun Lu stepped forward, picked up the Imperial Edict, and upon seeing its content, angrily grabbed the inkstone.
A dark glint flashed in Yun Lu's eyes as she hurled it directly at Jing Zhen.
"Bang!"
The inkstone hit Jing Zhen's forehead.
Throughout the scene, Jing Zhen didn't even blink, overcoming the preemptive fear of knowing the plot's direction. He played his part as if caught completely off guard.
Most professional.
The director's favorable impression of him climbed further.
"Cut, that was very well shot!" the director shouted.
The crew on set all breathed a sigh of relief.
