Volume One, Chapter 143: The Most Fundamental Criterion Is to Find a Seasoned Veteran Actor!

Su Le spoke very earnestly.

Seeing Su Le respond with such conviction, Song Joong-ki nodded in agreement beside him.

“Then, A-Le, what is your theme?” Chairman Liu asked.

“Restoring historical truth!”

“To deepen and enlighten all the viewers, all the people of Long Kingdom, about the history of Long Kingdom through this variety show!”

“To present the most authentic history before everyone’s eyes!”

When Su Le finished speaking, Chairman Liu nodded and applauded.

“Good, well said!”

“A-Le, I really like hearing you speak!”

“I’ve met many entertainment industry executives, but none like you who genuinely care about promoting history…”

The reporters trailing behind Shalu felt somewhat awkward. They hadn’t intended to ask this question; they were merely following him to obtain firsthand information. As for Satan… for now, they only admired his courage, hoping it was not mere reckless bravado.

She was no fool ignorant of love affairs. She had experienced a few brief romances, yet none could bring her the feeling he did—so considerate, attentive to every detail, willing to bear everything for a single word or gesture from her.

“Your Majesty, please command!” The man’s face was as flawless as jade, his posture tall and slender, about twenty-five or twenty-six years of age, exuding youthful vigor.

Yet Su Qingwan still insisted on maintaining her dignity in front of Su Qingyuan. This was her last pride.

Regarding Nangong Ye’s crimes, such punishment was lenient. But for someone like him, who valued power and status above all else, this penalty was undoubtedly more painful than death.

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The guards turned to look at Feng Qingchen, who narrowed his dark eyes slightly but showed no other reaction.

“Uncle Zheng, do you think Mother really had an accident? Why else hasn’t she come back to see Chenxi after all this time?” Chenxi rested her chin on one hand, poking the table absentmindedly with chopsticks in the other, worriedly asking Zheng sitting opposite her.

She was born with an ice-cold constitution—so rare that among millions, not one shared it.

“And what then?” Li Wenyin’s jet-black eyes stared him down, refusing to let him mumble excuses.

“Is it just that your King of Nanzhao refuses to give up his ambition to unify the world?” Yuan Ji smiled seductively, her fingers casually fondling a red bead.

Yu Chuan paid little mind since he had acquired plenty from Mo Lin when he left.

“You and your sister eat something here; Auntie will be back soon.” Shen Jinghao was determined to suppress any objections from family over the siblings’ situation. She wanted to help these two children, not harm them.

“Not even ten yuan; five yuan a month will do.” Saying such matters shouldn’t cost money, Xie Kai probably suspected her intentions. She planned to find a way to provide food for Xie Kai’s uncle’s family.

But this place was unsuitable for excess; in the end, she could only helplessly recite the “Three Character Classic” to calm herself.

Murong Fu carried an air of graceful composure, the accumulation of two lifetimes’ wisdom. Such tranquility was rare among children; in all these years, Tang San had only ever seen Murong Fu possess it.

He knew Zhao Jiyuan planned everything. Yet during his house arrest, he found no evidence.

As they spoke, Yu Chuan heard soft footsteps approaching accompanied by a familiar jasmine scent enveloping him.

As a guard beside Li Shimin, Lin Feng had been sent to supervise and report progress disguised as a villager. He knew the imperial order process well, but these eunuchs were far too arrogant.

Perhaps because she was pregnant, the once stubborn Rong Yi could set aside her prejudices to objectively see this domineering master before her, even instinctively speaking up for him.

Startled, Feng Yue had no idea what had happened—she only saw Yin Gezhi looking weak and powerless, as if recovering from a great illness. The fierce light in his eyes had vanished without a trace, making him resemble a stray dog wandering in the rain, evoking pity.

Guan Qingyue was such a free-spirited person—defiant of etiquette and discipline. After twelve, she escaped family punishment with her skills, roaming heaven and earth. Only Guan Canghai could keep her obedient for a moment.

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Ye Chenmeng ran clutching her phone, trying to delete a photo as she fled. But the tall man behind her easily caught up with his long strides, snatching the phone before she could erase it.

“If... I mean if... I become cold-blooded, ruthless, without limits or scruples, what would you think of that?” Li Mu had wanted to ask something else, but the words never left his mouth.

This time back, Huo Junzhe claimed to have company matters and didn’t accompany her. Ai Mu didn’t think much; he was always flying around anyway.

They still hadn’t consummated their marriage! Yun Qixi silently added in her mind.

Only a wise ruler can bring prosperity to the people. His empress praised him as a wise king, which was truly delightful.

Faced with such an outcome, as Shan Baozhu’s biological mother, Consort Hui calmed down, then raised her brow, glanced at the Empress, and even smiled faintly when their eyes met, before turning to leave the tent.

One was a youthful, innocent crush—not even a romance; the other, a former husband.

One by one, under the unfamiliar control of the experts, they all ascended into the sky.

Elder Tian tried to stop Gu Tong from capturing Wu Xiong but was entangled by the Red Sun Crystal Whale, unable to free himself for the moment.

At that moment, Chen Ping covered his neck and followed behind, obedient like a grandson before Wei Kaicheng. He did not look at Sun Xiang.

“Rumble—rumble—” distant thunder echoed from the horizon. The ominously dark clouds threatened to burst, their dense layers containing terrifying anger.

Between eternal life and love, between one realm and the myriad heavens, how does one choose? It’s neither easy nor impossible, yet never simple.