Everyone was talking excitedly, their faces alight with anticipation.
Although the scene was a little strange, no normal person would think of Supernatural Events. Except for the director, whose expression was grim, everyone else was watching with the attitude of people enjoying the spectacle.
At that moment.
A Zhu shouted in surprise, "Who are you?!"
"I'm A Zhu."
The "A Zhu" dressed in an ancient costume answered woodenly, her tone cold and stiff, just like when she had been acting earlier. It felt like one of those robot customer-service chats from years ago.
"Director."
"Did you hire her? But why is she pretending to be me?"
"If you wanted to replace me."
"You could have just told me."
A Zhu looked at the director, instinctively assuming he had arranged for another actor to take her place. Judging from the conversations among the staff around her, it seemed that no one else knew about this either.
This director often did unexpected things.
The plots of the dramas he filmed were also incredibly outrageous.
So, subconsciously.
A Zhu thought he was just putting on a show.
What did they call this?
A person's name.
A tree's shadow.
It was just like back then on Mount Shaoshi, when Prince Duan suspected that Xu Zhu was his own son.
If Abbot Xuan Ci had kept his composure.
And held out a little longer.
The outcome would have been different.
That was why Xiao Yuanshan had been terrified when he saw Prince Duan step forward and had immediately revealed the truth.
If he had been even one step slower.
Nothing he said would have mattered.
Prince Duan had claimed Xu Zhu as his son first. Even if Abbot Xuan Ci had produced a Paternity Test report, it would have been useless. Everyone would only have