The film producer, a twice-awarded best actress, duly hailed the arrival of a young actor.
Ye Sihan was utterly flattered, "Mr. Ji, you are too kind. To work with an actor like you is my honor. I should be the one asking for your guidance!"
Ji Qingqiu offered a faint smile, charming yet aloof, "Director Song, let's start!"
"All units, get ready!"
Song Changqing waved his right hand, and all the crew members took their positions.
Ye Sihan took steps toward the palace gate. Ji Qingqiu stood at the entrance of the great hall, watching her from afar, a hint of coldness seeping into his expressive eyes.
She lifted her chin slightly and gently raised both arms, taking her seat at the head of the hall.
With her dignified demeanor, not uttering a word, she fully embodied the majestic presence of a ruling mother of the nation.
At the entrance, a crew member quickly approached and doused Ye Sihan with water, creating the illusion she had come all the way in the rain, soaked through.
