After breakfast, the livestream began.
Wu Meibing had medicated patches stuck to both corners of her mouth, and the comments instantly exploded.
[? What happened to Wu Meibing? Is she sick?]
[Pfft, hahahaha... that's quite a distinctive look. Symmetrical, too.]
[Goddammit, who hurt our Bingbing? Crawl out here and die!]
[Fuck, it had to be Xie Lin. No question. Of all nine guests, he's the only certified psycho.]
[We demand a twenty-four-hour livestream so no bastard can sneak in a cheap shot.]
[No judgment without the full picture.]
[? Are you sick? Why are you slandering Tao Miaomiao?]
[Huh, it really could've been Tao Miaomiao, but he must have had his reasons. Maybe reflect on why you got hit.]
[Exactly, Tao Miaomiao must have had his reasons. He never beats anyone up for nothing. Everyone he hits deserves it.]
Everyone sat along both sides of the long table. Sporting two dark circles, Fu Yunxi handed out photocopies of the script outline.
Xie Lin took his copy, and the corner of his mouth twitched.
What the hell was this?
"The Pure-Hearted Young Marshal Is Passionate"?
Any short drama that dared use a title like that these days was guaranteed to flop.
Director Sha waved his palm-leaf fan, his eyes narrowed.
Film Emperor Fu, how naive!
Fu Yunxi cleared his throat and surveyed everyone.
"The story is set in the Republican era. I'll briefly explain the opening plot:
"The marshal died in the wars between rival warlords. His first wife had died long before, leaving behind a beautiful young concubine and a young marshal around the same age as her.
"In the second year after the marshal's death, the young marshal decides to marry the richest man's fourth daughter. That's where the story begins.
"I've written out all the character profiles. Take