Ji Qingqiu stood inside the great hall, her willow brows tightly furrowed, eyes filled with sorrow.
...
...
A few minutes later.
The fourth shoot began.
Once again standing before the palace gates, gazing through the misty rain at the brightly lit hall, Ye Sihan's heart was filled with trepidation.
At the director's command to start, she bit her teeth and charged once more into the misty rain.
Thirty meters from the palace doors to the steps, thirty-six steps from the stairs to the front of the hall...
Finally, after passing through the layers of misty rain, she reached the entrance of the hall.
She articulated each word with caution, afraid of making a mistake, even more fearful of Ji Qingqiu causing trouble again.
This time, however, Ji Qingqiu was not distracted at all and completely engrossed in the plot.
A few simple lines of dialogue, seemingly casual gestures, she fully embodied the imposing manner of a queen.
In her presence, Ye Sihan was completely suppressed.
