"Nanyan, you can't seriously be interested in this variety show, can you?" Sister Li exclaid in surprise before adopting a pleading tone. "Nanyan, this program isn’t suitable for you. Right now, your popularity is soaring, and countless people are begging to work with you. You need to maintain your status—you can’t just act recklessly. A ssy show like this won’t help you at all; it’ll only drain your value. What’s best for you is this one—Happy One Plus One. It’s a globally popular variety show, and only top-tier celebrities get invited."
No matter how much Sister Li tried to persuade her, Gu Nanyan remained unmoved, calmly continuing to read the proposal for Let’s Go to School. Seeing this, Sister Li grew impatient.
She genuinely cared for Gu Nanyan, but as a long-ti agent with a strong personality, she couldn’t stand being ignored. In frustration, she reached out to snatch the proposal from Gu Nanyan’s hands.
But the mont she did, she t Gu Nanyan’s icy, piercing gaze.
In that instant, an overwhelming aura erupted—like a thousand warhorses charging forth or blades flashing in a deadly dance.
Sister Li’s legs gave out, and she collapsed to the floor.
"How dare you!" Gu Nanyan closed the proposal and slowly lifted her head, exuding a thunderous authority, as if an emperor had descended upon the room.
Sister Li’s face turned deathly pale, her lips trembling as she struggled to speak.
It was terrifying. The sheer force of that presence—it felt like standing before a ruthless sovereign, even carrying the scent of death.
A phrase suddenly surfaced in Sister Li’s mind—lese-majesty.
She had often seen this cri in dramas and novels—soone committing lese-majesty against an emperor.
Before, she never truly understood it. But now, she grasped the full weight of such an offense.
Her entire body shook, rendered speechless.
Feng Chengxi was also startled and hurried over to help Sister Li up. But Sister Li’s body was limp, devoid of strength, and it took Feng Chengxi considerable effort to haul her onto a chair.
Watching this, Gu Nanyan frowned slightly.
Her instinctive reaction just now must have frightened Sister Li.
In her past life, she wasn’t just a high-ranking princess—she was also a battlefield general who commanded armies, carrying both the authority of a regent and the blood-soaked aura of war.
Soone like Sister Li, who lived in peaceful tis, couldn’t possibly withstand it.
Since her rebirth, Gu Nanyan had been careful to suppress her imposing presence, knowing she was no longer in Great Qi.
This had been an accident.
Realizing she had scared them, Gu Nanyan reined in her aura and spoke coolly, "Who makes the decisions here—you or ?"
By now, Sister Li had sowhat recovered, but her face flushed red at Gu Nanyan’s words. "I’m only doing what’s best for you!"
Gu Nanyan smirked faintly. "Do you even know what I want before claiming it’s for my good?"
With that, she tossed the Happy One Plus One invitation back at Sister Li, crossed her arms, and asked, "Go on, explain how this is for my benefit."
Sister Li stamred, "This show can boost your fa!"
"Fa?" Gu Nanyan countered. "Do I need it?"
Sister Li froze.
Gu Nanyan’s fa was already imnse—far surpassing even veteran stars and top-tier celebrities. Happy One Plus One might be a national hit, but not everyone followed entertainnt news or watched variety shows.
Yet, the desert island incident had captured the entire nation’s attention.
Gu Nanyan then picked up another project Sister Li had recomnded and tossed it over. "What about this one?"
Sister Li mumbled, "This one pays well."
"How much?"
"A hundred million."
Gu Nanyan’s brows knitted slightly. "A hundred million? Is that a lot?"
Sister Li: "..."
Of course, you wouldn’t think so—you have a black card.
She had been mistaken. Gu Nanyan didn’t lack fa or money. There was no need for her to follow the sa path as other celebrities.
Moreover, Sister Li now felt a deep-seated fear toward Gu Nanyan and no longer dared to make decisions for her.
"Explain this one in detail," Gu Nanyan said, sliding the Let’s Go to School proposal toward Sister Li.
This ti, Sister Li complied obediently. "This show has a low budget, no big-na stars, and the content seems a bit dull. However, Director Rong En is a renowned variety show producer known for turning the ordinary into sothing extraordinary—he often delivers surprising hits.
Let’s Go to School has a unique setup, but its core ssage is noble: encouraging education.
Honestly, I admire Director Rong En, and I do think this show will gain so traction—though not a massive hit. The reason I didn’t recomnd it is that it doesn’t match your current standing.
Your popularity is soaring, and your value is skyrocketing. You should be taking the best resources—it’s a reflection of your status.
The industry cares deeply about this.
If a top-tier star lowers their standards to take on small productions or livestreams, the public won’t see it as being down-to-earth. Instead, they’ll mock you for devaluing yourself."
Gu Nanyan’s gaze remained indifferent. She paid no mind to the so-called unspoken rules of the entertainnt industry.
Small productions would lower her status? Reduce her prestige?
Wrong.
Any show she appeared in would beco the hottest program.
"I’ll take it," Gu Nanyan said simply. She pulled out her phone, snapped a photo of the Let’s Go to School contract, and posted it on Weibo and Douyin.
Within monts, it exploded onto the trending list.
Fans went wild, spreading the news like wildfire:
"Empress Gu posted sothing! Empress Gu has an update! Ahhh, I could cry from happiness!"
"What’s Let’s Go to School? Never heard of it. Doesn’t matter—if Empress Gu’s in it, I’m watching!"
The frenzy of shares propelled Let’s Go to School to the top of the charts.
Advertisers and investors caught wind of it and imdiately reached out to Rong En.
Rong En hadn’t even heard the news before his phone started ringing off the hook.
Originally, he had been worrying about funding. But now, call after call poured in—everyone wanted to invest, with offers climbing from tens of millions to hundreds of millions, and eventually breaking the billion mark.
Rong En’s hands trembled. Was he dreaming?
Just then, his assistant burst in, eyes wide with excitent, clutching his phone and shouting, "Director! Director! Gu Nanyan has accepted our show!"
With a clatter, Rong En’s phone slipped from his grasp. His mind went blank.
She… really accepted it?
Rong En laughed and cried at the sa ti, overwheld by the realization of a decade-long dream. It took him a while to calm down.
But just as he steadied himself, his assistant started yelling again, "Director! Director! Look—the Ministry of Education of Hua Country just tagged us!"
Rong En fumbled for his reading glasses, but before he could check, his phone rang once more.
He answered, listening in silence as the caller spoke.
His expression grew increasingly rigid until he stood frozen in place.
The assistant was frantic. "Director! Director! Who was it? You’re killing —say sothing!"
Rong En turned his head slowly, still dazed by the overwhelming surprise. His words ca out in a asured, almost robotic tone: "The Ministry of Education of Hua Country is leading the initiative—the governnt is investing 500 million in our show!"
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