Yu Hong, who was watching at a monitor not far away, saw the two on-screen and couldn't help marveling to himself. What god-tier acting was this?!
One brought the Prince of Zhennan's swaggering, violent, murderous ruthlessness to life with just two lines and a pair of eyes,
while the other portrayed an exposed assassin's panic, terror, and helplessness to perfection. Anyone else watching would have thought a real, bloodthirsty emperor was sitting in front of him!
The assistant leaned over and lowered his voice. "Director Yu, why do I feel like something's off?"
"It suddenly feels really cold."
Yu Hong stared fixedly at the monitor. "Quiet. Let's try to get this in one take. Look how good it is right now!"
The assistant said, "..."
Since Director Yu had said so, he couldn't very well object. He straightened up, shivered twice, then hugged his arms and looked ahead.
He had to admit, these two were ridiculously easy on the eyes... They were such a shippable pair!
"Did you not hear me?" The Prince of Zhennan raised his brows slightly, a vicious gleam shooting from his dark brown eyes.
Jian Ran quickly regained his reason and stayed calm. He slowly bent down, picked up the dagger, and offered it with both hands, seemingly filled with fear and trepidation.
He knew the person before him wasn't Lu Yanting, which made it all the more important not to act rashly. If he angered the evil spirit, who knew whether it might try to take them all down with it?!
"What are you trembling for?" A wicked curve played on the Prince of Zhennan's lips. He seized Jian Ran's wrist, bringing an icy chill with his touch. "Could you be an assassin seeking my life?"
"This servant wouldn't dare," Jian Ran blurted out, inwardly