Nan Xi stood frozen in place, utterly dumbfounded, unable to utter a word.
She no longer had ti to worry about ruining Gu Nanyan’s reputation.
Only one thought echoed in her mind—
The wellness exercises were the legendary Tongtian Wellness Exercises!
Could it really be true?
The weight of those words, "Tongtian Wellness Exercises," was far too heavy!
Nan Xi was no fool. On the contrary, she was highly intelligent, grood from childhood as the heir of the Nan family, with a keen sense of the bigger picture.
She had only been montarily blinded by jealousy, driven to destroy Gu Nanyan.
After all, in her eyes, Gu Nanyan had been a nobody before—just a low-tier, third-rate celebrity, according to the information she’d dug up.
Soone like that wouldn’t have even been fit to polish her shoes in the past.
So, Nan Xi had never taken Gu Nanyan seriously, even though she was now wildly popular.
Nan Xi believed everything about Gu Nanyan was fabricated by the Zhan family—her fa, her influence—none of it was truly her own.
Otherwise, how could she have beco so remarkable overnight after marriage?
If Gu Nanyan were truly extraordinary, why hadn’t she shown any of it before the wedding?
Nan Xi had always assud the wellness exercises Gu Nanyan taught online were a fake, sothing the Zhan family had commissioned to mimic the real Tongtian Wellness Exercises.
But now, Yin Xiangyuan had publicly confird that the exercises were indeed the genuine Tongtian Wellness Exercises.
This was the Tongtian Wellness Exercises!
Lost for over a thousand years, sothing not even the wealthiest families—no, the entire nation—could restore, no matter how much effort they poured into it.
At that mont, Gu Nanyan’s image in Nan Xi’s eyes transford.
From a lowly third-rate woman to the enigmatic and unfathomable "Empress Yan"!
Nan Xi was adaptable. Realizing the situation had shifted, she imdiately changed her attitude, putting on a starry-eyed expression as she rushed to Gu Nanyan’s side.
"Sister Nanyan, you’re amazing! The wellness exercises you taught everyone are actually the Tongtian Wellness Exercises! My grandfather practices them—he absolutely worships you."
Nan Xi’s sudden shift left everyone stunned.
What the hell? Was this a joke?
The paparazzi and tabloid reporters Nan Xi had enlisted, along with the hidden forces lurking in the shadows, were furious.
They felt utterly deceived by Nan Xi!
She hadn’t co to expose Gu Nanyan at all—she was here to boost her reputation, toying with them all along!
anwhile, the live-stream audience was equally baffled.
Wasn’t this supposed to be Gu Nanyan’s downfall?
How had it turned into a fan et-and-greet?
Had Gu Nanyan’s team bought this trending topic themselves?
As netizens speculated whether Gu Nanyan’s team had orchestrated the hype, her rivals could only grit their teeth in silence.
Damn it—they were the ones who’d paid for it!
They were the ones who’d funded their own enemy’s rise!
Their hearts ached with bitterness.
Spending money to suffer, spending money to elevate their rival.
Gu Nanyan didn’t go to the cafeteria. Instead, she returned to her room, with Yin Xiangyuan trailing behind, carrying a takeout box like an eager puppy.
Feng Chengxi, still reeling from shock, stumbled after them in a daze.
That left Nan Xi alone, glancing left and right, hesitating before taking a step forward—only to be stopped by Yin Xiangyuan’s icy glare.
—Get lost!
Nan Xi shivered, quickly retreating. As she left, she wiped the sweat from her forehead, praying silently that Gu Nanyan and Yin Xiangyuan wouldn’t hold a grudge or target the Nan family.
She’d been wrong, so wrong. She should have listened to her father and gone ho instead of picking a fight with Gu Nanyan.
Sister Li, who had gone to find Director Rong, was still unaware of what had happened. She urged him to cut the live stream imdiately and rushed over with a team.
Before she could act, Feng Chengxi called, telling her everything was resolved and not to worry.
Sister Li was confused. "How was it resolved?"
Feng Chengxi told her to check the live stream replay.
After hanging up, Sister Li watched the replay—and was even more bewildered.
Weren’t Nan Xi and that Yin heiress here to cause trouble? How had they turned into Empress Yan’s fangirls?
Especially Nan Xi—was she bipolar?
After rallying half the entertainnt industry against Gu Nanyan, she’d done nothing but worship her instead?
Sister Li, clutching a stack of scripts, stumbled her way to Gu Nanyan’s room.
Seeing Yin Xiangyuan carefully picking out pepper from Gu Nanyan’s food with utmost reverence, her emotions were indescribably complex.
Was there anyone in this world immune to Empress Yan’s charm?
She’d thought Yin Xiangyuan would be a formidable rival, but no—just another devoted follower.
Glancing at Feng Chengxi, who was awkwardly squeezed to the side with no room to stand, Sister Li sighed.
Being Gu Nanyan’s manager was the easiest job she’d ever had. No need to strategize her career, craft her image, or fight for resources—Gu Nanyan handled everything herself.
And she was skyrocketing to fa.
Calling her a top-tier celebrity was an understatent.
"Empress Yan," Sister Li began, "these are the endorsent offers and comrcial invitations. Would you like to review them?"
Endorsents?
Gu Nanyan paused before realizing Sister Li wasn’t referring to imperial edicts but to brand sponsorships.
How amusing.
She skimd through the offers—costics, clothing, food, even laundry detergent.
After a brief glance, she handed them all back.
Sister Li knew Gu Nanyan wasn’t short on money, but turning down every endorsent? A star’s portfolio was a asure of their influence.
She pulled out a costics deal. "Empress Yan, take a look at this pearl cream. It has excellent reviews."
Gu Nanyan lifted her gaze. "I just read the ingredient list. These components can’t deliver the advertised effects. I know exaggerated claims are the norm in costics marketing.
But I don’t approve of it."
Sister Li’s heart skipped a beat.
Gu Nanyan: "Reject all endorsents and comrcial invitations."
Sister Li nodded, then presented a pile of scripts. "Empress Yan, these are the scripts sent for your consideration."
Since there were many, Gu Nanyan would need ti to review them.
Sister Li, who had rushed over without breakfast, dragged Feng Chengxi out with her, hoping to catch up on Empress Yan’s recent developnts.
After Sister Li and Feng Chengxi left, Yin Xiangyuan finally spoke up. "Princess… are you really going to be an entertainer?"
Gu Nanyan flipped through a script. "I’m no longer a princess. I need sothing to do, and being a celebrity is a good fit—lucrative, flexible, and influential."
Yin Xiangyuan bit her lip. "Princess… don’t you think actors are… beneath you?"
Gu Nanyan chuckled. "You’re more old-fashioned than , an actual relic. There’s no hierarchy here—no ‘noble’ or ‘lowly’ professions.
Whether princess or celebrity, we’re all equal.
Xiangyuan, don’t call ‘Princess.’ My na is Gu Nanyan."
Yin Xiangyuan froze.
Gu Nanyan continued, "Xiangyuan, if you admire , let it be for my wisdom or deeds—never for my title.
I was simply born into royalty. That doesn’t make better than you."
A fire ignited in Yin Xiangyuan’s heart. The more she interacted with the princess, the more she was captivated by her character, her ideals.
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