The next morning, the capital's largest film and television production base was already bustling with people.
In a corner of the set, Lu Xuan sat serenely in a comfortable wicker recliner. A huge parasol stood beside him, shielding him perfectly from the warming sunlight.
This had been specially arranged by his agent, Gong Qing. She knew full well how important this old gentleman was to Lu Xiaoying, so she had been attentive in every detail and dared not show the slightest neglect.
The spot had been carefully chosen. It was cool and shaded, yet faced the filming area directly without any obstruction.
Without needing to move, Lu Xuan could clearly see through the bustling crowd on set and watch his granddaughter, Lu Xiaoying, acting out her scenes in the distance.
He could watch her in ancient costume, wholly immersed before the cameras.
As for Gong Qing, she stood respectfully at Lu Xuan's side the entire time, her posture humble.
She looked less like an agent in charge of an artist's schedule and more like an attendant waiting to be summoned at any moment.
Her gaze remained fixed on Lu Xuan's expression and needs, never daring to relax for even a fraction of a moment.
After learning that this distinguished old man was the grandfather of the female lead, Lu Xiaoying, the entire crew treated him with just the right degree of courtesy.
Staff members lightened their footsteps when passing by, while the set hands promptly refilled his hot tea.
During breaks in filming, several of the main actors also took the initiative to come over and greet him.
This consideration was not deliberate flattery, but stemmed from the natural aura of authority Lu Xuan carried without ever showing anger.
Though he merely sat there quietly, he possessed an innate majesty