Chapter 852 - Dare Not Act Rashly

Translator: Larbre Studio  Editor: Larbre Studio

Lan Ling-Er’s mouth twitched into a smirk. If Jing Xi had really come for the shoot bearing her wounds, then wasn’t it easy to bully her while filming?

In the morning, after Lan Ling-Er had finished filming an interaction scene with the emperor, the production crew informed her that her shoot with Jing Xi was pushed back.

When Lan Ling-Er heard this notice, she smiled smugly.

It seemed that she was right. Jing Xi was injured and could not come for the shoot.

This was only a small warning. Next time, maybe she would directly scratch and disfigure her face.

After she was done with her shoot, Lan Ling-Er returned to her station to rest, her assistant Sha Labi massaging her shoulders to relax her.

Lan Ling-Er took a sip of drink from her cup, feeling very pleased. It was at this moment that she heard voices of a woman coming from the entrance of the studio.

She listened carefully. It turned out to be Jing Xi’s voice.

Jing Xi had actually come?

Lan Ling-Er’s hand shook and the drink in her cup spilled all over her. Damn it, what was she panicking for?

There was no way Jing Xi knew that it was her who had hired someone to torture her.

And Huo Yunshen was even more unlikely to find out that she was the behind-the-scenes perpetrator.

So what if he managed to find out?

They wouldn’t dare do anything to her; she had her brother to support her. Furthermore, her brother was also holding Jing Xi’s grandfather as hostage and she reckoned they would not dare to act rashly.

Xu Xiyan arrived at the studio with Wandou and Ni Xuelin and quickly went to put on her makeup.

She had stayed up too late last night. When she had woken up naturally in the morning, she realized that she was going to be late.

Fortunately, Huo Yunshen had already helped inform the studio that she would be late and the production crew had already adjusted the schedule of her shoot.

Not long after Xu Xiyan had put on her makeup, the stage manager Xiao Ge came to inform her that in five minutes, it would be her turn to shoot a scene with Lan Ling-Er.

Xu Xiyan noticed that Yang Wenxue had not come to the studio today. She asked Wandou, “Is Yang Wenxue not coming to the studio today?”

Last night, she had left the banquet without saying goodbye. Today, she did not even come to the studio. Did something happen to her?

Wandou had gone to the stage manager to inquire about her just now. “I heard that she had a few days off, and they said that someone has passed away in her family.”

“Oh, no wonder!”

After understanding the situation, Xu Xiyan did not press further.

In fact, Yang Wenxue was now lying on a hospital bed. Because of the injuries on her back, she could not come for the shoot and thus made up an excuse to the production crew for her leave.

Originally, Jing Xi was the one she wanted to harm, but she did not expect that she would suffer her own doing.

The doctor said that her injuries would take at least a week to heal. Besides, even if they were healed, they would leave permanent scars.

Yang Wenxue felt like dying.

However, even though she was lying in the hospital, she did not stop working; she was already busy working up a new plan.

She was not going to give up just like that. She must make Jing Xi experience the pain she had gone through before she was satisfied.

At the studio, Xu Xiyan’s shoot began.

Yun Qingge began to secretly harm the emperor. She personally mixed a slow working poison into the emperor’s meal.

However, she was found out by one of the emperor’s concubines, Lady Lan, who was being played by Lan Ling-Er. Lady Lan fled and Yun Qingge went after her, chasing her up onto a high dais. Lady Lan was trapped.

Yun Qingge grabbed Lady Lan’s neck. Originally, she wanted to kill Lady Lan, but Lady Lan admitted her true identity at the critical moment. Her identity was not so simple as an exotic dancer—she had a bigger conspiracy.

Her target was also the emperor. Speaking from a certain perspective, she was a secret agent.

No matter what her identity was and as long as she was against the emperor, she would be Yun Qingge’s ally.

She let go of Lady Lan, then turned to look into the distance. “What proof do you have to make me believe you?”

“Give me some time, and I will prove myself.”

Lan Ling-Er stood behind Jing Xi and looked at her back. She really wanted to know how she tolerated the pain of her wounds and come for the shoot.

Isn’t it painful?

Is she hanging on stubbornly despite the pain?

In fact, her clothes were chafing against her skin. Wouldn’t her wounds be bleeding now?

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