The Emperor's Intentions

"Are you really not Angela Robusti?"

Inzaghi gripped her hand and asked excitedly.

"Yes, Your Majesty. My name is Jean Rome."

Angela Robusti said with a smile.

In the underground command center, the director explained, "That was Joan's maiden name, and it was also a hint we gave Inzaghi. Of course, it's a rather obscure hint. Most people don't know that."

"Right, but that name obviously sounds French. He should have noticed something, shouldn't he?"

A history professor said.

Huang Kaiwen said nothing.

After all, Inzaghi was severely lopsided in his studies. His only professional skill outside the football pitch was nightlife.

Sure enough, Inzaghi failed to notice anything and kept chatting with Angela Robusti while holding her hand.

It was clear that His Majesty was in a very good mood.

A staff member announced the ratings, and the room erupted in celebration.

The Italian public was clearly fascinated by the fact that Inzaghi had been sent to film a reality show without knowing it. Even worldwide, a reality show like this was a novelty.

Seeing that Cassano was still here, Huang Kaiwen asked curiously, "Aren't you going back to prepare for the new season?"

"Forget it. Roma won't miss me anyway."

Cassano said with a curl of his lip.

Ever since returning to Roma under the white headscarf, his life had not been easy.

After clashing with the coach, he was often stuck on the bench. He only got playing time when the team was truly short-handed.

Huang Kaiwen went outside for some fresh air.

The area outside the castle was lively. The actors were only there for Inzaghi, and they still got paid when he was absent, so everyone was doing their own thing.

Some simply stayed in character the entire time to make everything feel more authentic.