Chapter 68: Big Honey's Concern, A Professional Emperor?

“Could my vivid imagination really conjure up such intricate details?”

Liu Shishi felt her face burn with intensity.

It wasn’t that she had never dreamt before, but this time it was unusually clear, complete with a narrative thread.

This was her first “colorful” dream, featuring Zhang Yang marrying her, professing deep love, revealing he’d known all along she was the Demon Monarch’s daughter, and even expressing a desire to have a child with her—all of which seemed convincingly acted out within the dream.

She couldn’t help but suspect that in her previous life, she might have been Ning Ke, while Zhang Yang played Yu Wento.

Otherwise, how could she explain knowing him so intimately despite not truly understanding him before?

It certainly couldn’t be mere imagination, could it?

“Maybe it’s because Mimi had always instilled so much theoretical knowledge in me?” she pondered.

With this thought, Liu Shishi felt her steps grow slightly unsteady as she headed to the bathroom. She splashed cold water on her face repeatedly, trying to compose herself. As she looked up at her reflection in the mirror, she was startled by what she saw.

Today, she seemed more radiant than ever before?

“Sneeze!”

Meanwhile, in a luxury van, Yang Mi, who was yawning continuously and readying for breakfast, suddenly sneezed several times in quick succession.

She immediately assumed it must be those envious female celebrities again, secretly speaking ill of her behind her back.

Or perhaps it was her secret admirers, indulging in fantasies about her instead.

Ah, her bewitching charm has no place to rest…

“Mimi, you didn’t cover yourself properly with the quilt again last night!” Zhao Ruoyao turned to Yang Mi, her gaze sharp as a blade.

Before the conflict over greater stakes arose, she was still Yang Mi’s excellent manager and assistant.

“Yeah, it’s too tiring to cover up.” Yang Mi shrugged. “It feels too confining. You need to understand where I’m coming from.”

“Don’t joke around,” Zhao Ruoyao said, her expression serious. “If you catch a cold, make sure to take medicine right away.”

“Don’t worry, it’s not a cold.” Yang Mi’s big eyes curved slightly. “I’m sure Ke Hancheng is spreading rumors about me behind my back.”

Zhao Ruoyao was speechless.

Women have a natural tendency to hold grudges, but Yang Mi was especially adept at nurturing resentment.

The power struggle within the production team had already reached its conclusion. Ke Hancheng had been demoted from director to assistant director, now working under Li Xuming.

He would have to work even harder, yet his influence on set had diminished, leading to reduced benefits overall. His first step into the mainland market had been a clear failure.

However, Yang Mi couldn’t let go of her vendetta against Ke Hancheng in private either.

“We should thank a-Yang for this.” Yang Mi, still holding her phone, suddenly smiled. “Say, why don’t we pay Tangtang and Zhang Yang a visit on set?”

Zhao Ruoyao’s lips twitched, but she maintained a blank expression. “If you’re willing to give Tangren such favorable treatment, Suit yourself.”

Yang Mi and Tangren’s infamous “drama battle” from years past continued to be a source of fascination for many both within and outside the entertainment industry, invariably making headlines.

If Yang Mi were to visit the Xuanyuan Sword set to check on Tang Yan and Zhang Yang, given CEO Cai Yining’s personality, she would never miss the opportunity to ride the wave of publicity and promote Tangren.

Moreover, Yang Mi had recently risen to the top tier of celebrities, her popularity skyrocketing. It would be inevitable for others to try and capitalize on her fame.

“Then I’ll pass,” Yang Mi instantly abandoned the idea of a set visit.

If it were just about riding her popularity, she might have considered it. Back then, Sword and Fairy III had been a tremendous boost to her career, and personally, she got along well with Tang Yan and Liu Shishi. She wouldn’t mind returning the favor.

But knowing Cai Yining’s character, they’d likely run a headline like “Yang Mi Lowers Her Head and Apologizes to Tangren.”

“Once we’re in Hengdian, I’ll secretly arrange a meal with Zhang Yang,” Yang Mi thought.

And as if on cue, Zhang Yang, the subject of Yang Mi’s thoughts, suddenly opened his eyes.

Emperor’s Aura.

Zhang Yang understood immediately that this was a gain akin to “Bookish Charm”.

If I ever play an emperor or similar role in the future, I’ll get a buff bonus!

I could be like the veteran actor Chen Daoming, specialize in playing emperors!

“Why is the compatibility so low…?” Zhang Yang sat up, his brow furrowed.

This is bad news. My compatibility with the character in this dream was too low, so I only inherited one ability.

The silver lining is, as long as my role-playing compatibility stays below sixty, it’s considered failing. I can choose to consume opportunity points to enter the dream again.

In other words, I have a chance to inherit more abilities and talents. I can help the three women improve their “acting” in the dream realm once again. After all, they’re all Method actors.

But if I don’t find out why the compatibility is low, no matter how many times I enter the dream, I won’t get substantial rewards. I can’t just squander opportunity points like a prostitute’s fee, right?

“It’s probably because of the ‘Sword Fervor’ character,” Zhang Yang said with a sigh, having deduced the root of the problem.

The Yu Wento character wasn’t a pure antagonist. Just like the Second Daoist God in Jiao Yun’s Lotus Lantern, he was someone enduring humiliation and hardship, pretending to be a villain while secretly orchestrating various plans to guide Chen Jingqiu towards his goal of eliminating evil.

When Zhang Yang had entered the dream last night, he only portrayed Yu Wento’s tyrannical arrogance but neglected the “stratagem” part of his “brave and resourceful” nature.

Yu Wento had sealed his own malevolent spirit within the Nüwa Stone to approach the descendant of Nüwa, “Xiaoxue,” as Sword Fervor. Yet, he found himself spending more time engaged in emotional conversations with Nazha, neglecting opportunities to demonstrate his exceptional swordsmanship.

Juggling two roles, he struggled to seamlessly switch between them.

Tonight, when entering the dream again, I must focus on depicting Yu Wento’s resilience and the purity of the Sword Fervor character, Zhang Yang thought.

With this in mind, he rose from bed, dressed, and headed to the washroom for his morning routine.

After finishing his preparations, he headed to the self-service cafeteria. Upon entering, he spotted Tang Yan, Liu Shishi, and Nazha seated together at a table, all appearing lost in their thoughts.

How intriguing.

Zhang Yang’s eyes flickered as he grabbed a nearby tray, haphazardly loaded it with breakfast items, and then confidently made his way towards the table of three young women.

“Brother Yang!”

Jiang Jinfu, who had just finished an boiled egg, looked up to see Zhang Yang approaching. He immediately waved in greeting and, in a considerate gesture, shuffled his tray to make room for Zhang Yang at the table.

After witnessing Zhang Yang’s performance firsthand yesterday, Jiang Jinfu felt a stark realization of how far he fell short. His mindset underwent a complete transformation.

Zhang Yang could clearly be a valuable connection. Why had he insisted on picking a fight and offending him?

Jiang Jinfu, as Zhang Yang’s former classmate and roommate, decided it was time to mend their relationship!

And what better place to start than with today’s breakfast?

But in the next moment, the shallow smile on his face froze in place.

Zhang Yang seemed not to notice him as he walked past Jiang Jinfu’s table, sitting down at Nazha’s empty seat and placing his tray on the table.

Liu Shishi and Nazha remained unreactive. Tang Yan, however, noticed the new presence across from her. Her attention refocused, and she couldn’t miss Zhang Yang’s unforgettable face.

Zhang Yang flashed Tang Yan a smile, his gaze sweeping over the other two women. “Tangtang-jie, Po Shi-jie, Nazha, what are you all doing, spacing out during breakfast?!”

Tang Yan shot to her feet, the words slipping out involuntarily, “Isn’t it all because of you!”

Liu Shishi: ”…”

Nazha: ”…”