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The Journey of the Superstar: A Comedy
墨書 Inktalez
The dream was abruptly severed like a flash of lightning, those seemingly real elements—the red carpet, the trophies, the evening gowns, and the thunderous applause—instantly shrinking from a vivid three-dimensional image into a flimsy piece of paper, which was then swiftly whisked away by an invisible hand.
Jiang Youlan took a deep breath and suddenly sat up.
Her gaze gradually focused as she squinted her slightly dry eyes from lack of sleep, surveying the grand Golden Hall before her. Slowly, she looked down at her own attire—a lowly green palace maid's dress—and let out a resigned sigh.
"Ah... so I’m still in reality!" she murmured softly, her voice filled with disappointment.
Jiang Youlan was the leading actress in a palace drama currently in production.
In an era where palace dramas were immensely popular, this particular show was a small production. Even though she wasn't a renowned A-list star, she was undoubtedly the center of attention within the crew.
The story revolved around a humble palace maid who scrubbed toilets at the bottom of the court hierarchy. Through trials and tribulations, she eventually ascended to the position of Empress, becoming a powerful woman who ruled behind the curtain.
At this moment, they had only filmed the second episode, where her character accidentally stumbled into the Golden Hall while carrying a toilet bowl and subsequently encountered the Emperor.
She had just crawled up from the Emperor's footstool.
Jiang Youlan clearly remembered that she had fallen asleep on the throne during a break in filming and somehow ended up rolling beneath the footstool.
Looking around the hall, numerous ministers stood in neat rows.
At that moment, as Jiang Youlan rubbed her sleepy eyes and yawned while sitting up, the ministers' eyes widened in disbelief, filled with anger and mockery. Their unfriendly gazes converged on her like sharpened swords.
Jiang Youlan casually glanced around; she didn’t recognize any of these ministers and thought to herself that they were probably just some unknown extras.
Her irritation escalated rapidly as she spoke in a chilling tone, "What are you staring at... Is there anything worth looking at... Be careful not to miss your lunch box..."
Her voice echoed in the vast silence of the hall, lingering in the air. The ministers' eyes grew even wider, and they collectively gasped in shock.
Suddenly, a foot unceremoniously kicked her back twice. A deep and authoritative voice came from above, “Who are you?”
The force behind the kicks was substantial, and Jiang Youlan felt a sharp pain in her back. The smile on her face vanished in an instant, replaced by a look of pure anger.
She turned her head sharply and met the gaze of the person sitting high on the throne without hesitation.
The figure was clad in a bright yellow dragon robe, with long, slender hands resting on his knees. The cuffs were embroidered with lifelike golden five-clawed dragons, clearly indicating their high value.
His skin was slightly pale, but his eyes were dark and sharp, resembling a hawk. He exuded an air of noble arrogance, and his gaze toward her was filled with disdain and displeasure.
“Who are you?” Perhaps because her direct stare was too bold, the man momentarily froze. When he regained his composure, his expression darkened further as he asked again, tinged with barely concealed anger.
“Ask me who I am? Who are you?” Jiang Youlan’s anger flared up instantly. She thought to herself that although he looked handsome and had a commanding presence as an emperor, she had never seen him before—never!
Just a background actor who really thought he was the emperor? She was a popular star, the leading lady of this production; what right did he have to act so arrogantly?
“Who do you think you are, kicking me? Do you want to get kicked out of the crew? Be careful I don’t have the director fire you!”
Jiang Youlan wiped her sleeve and pointed at the Young Emperor's nose, cursing loudly. Below her, the ministers gasped in unison.
The Young Emperor looked slightly surprised but mostly annoyed.
His disdainful gaze swept over Jiang Youlan before shifting to the ministers below.
Ignored by him only fueled Jiang Youlan’s anger further. Suddenly realizing that sitting on the ground while looking up at him was not conducive to her throwing a tantrum or asserting dominance, she reached out and yanked at the hem of the Young Emperor's robe. “Stop acting so high and mighty; get down here!”
The Young Emperor seemed completely unprepared for her forceful tug. His body lost balance and he was indeed pulled down by her.
In a moment of panic, he instinctively reached for the armrest but was too late. He ended up sitting squarely on Jiang Youlan’s lap, his hand landing firmly on her chest.
The ministers gasped for the third time, and a strange atmosphere filled the entire hall.
"Damn it!" Jiang Youlan silently cursed in her heart, her face burning with embarrassment.
The Young Emperor seemed completely oblivious to Jiang Youlan's murderous glare. He tightened his grip on her left chest, raising an eyebrow with keen interest.
"Uh, Your Majesty..." A minister stammered as he stepped forward, his voice trembling severely.
The Emperor slowly withdrew his hand from Jiang Youlan's chest, glancing regretfully at it before standing up and returning to his throne. He didn't spare a single glance at the furious Jiang Youlan, coldly ordering, "Treasonous behavior! Bring her out and execute her!"
Jiang Youlan was almost laughing in anger.
As she was dragged away, she maintained a calm demeanor, thinking to herself that a mere supporting actor dared to threaten her, the leading lady?
When the heavy executioner's blade hung above her head, she remained unfazed, still pondering how the production team finally decided to spend some money; the blade looked quite hefty.
Then—
"Crack."
And there was nothing more after that.
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