When Director Lin Zhan held the auditions, it was this scene he was most satisfied with. That’s why, almost without thinking, he set his heart on Yuran for the role.
There was no other reason; no one was more suited for the role than Yuran.
The trailer was exactly one minute long, but it presented a stark contrast of the female general’s secret love as a girl, her growth, her sacrifice, and her ultimate decision.
Yuran portrayed all three periods of Xie Qingcheng’s life vividly, to the great delight of the audience.
The viewers complained that the trailer was too short, not touching at all.
The discussion then turned to Emperor Shun of Tang as portrayed by Bo Yan, with the majority focusing on the emperor’s internal conflicts and the dire state of the tis, making a two-way comparison.
In truth, Xie Qingcheng and Emperor Shun of Tang were a pair that could have easily developed feelings for each other, but due to the era, identity, and circumstances, they ultimately beca a tragic part of historical evolution.
"Emperor Shun of Tang" wasn’t just about a love story; it was more about family, country, the world, and historical evolution.
In the backdrop of a major era, every person was a tragedy, whether they were nobles with high authority or common citizens; none were spared.
When the author of "Emperor Shun of Tang" first wrote the book, he ntioned it was a practice work, with the intent of portraying the tragedy of an era.
The tragedy was multifaceted, encompassing not only romance but also family and friendship.
All were perated with the helplessness under the era’s woes. The love story was an accident, yet it unexpectedly received much attention.
Regarding the story’s frawork, Lin Zhan spent considerable ti revising the script ticulously, draft after draft. After five or six revisions, he finally decided on the final version.
The version that would be made into the movie of the sa na.
After the release of Xie Qingcheng’s individual trailer, fans of Bo Yan and ng Qiuyan hoped to see the trailers featuring the leading male and female characters.
Of course, within the first hour of the release of the female general’s trailer, it was shared by ng Qiuyan, Bo Yan, Lu Xiao, Lan Yi, Gu Jinshen, and the rest of the cast and crew of "Emperor Shun of Tang."
And they posted two words with it, "So cool."
But the comnt from the great actor Bo Yan was particularly outstanding, unlike anyone else’s—just a thumbs-up gesture.
It was glaringly obvious.
Yet this didn’t cause any unnecessary misunderstandings; instead, it led more viewers to feel that Bo Yan’s professionalism was questionable, as even his obligatory engagents were done half-heartedly.
Yuran couldn’t help but laugh when she saw this, swearing to God, he wasn’t being perfunctory.
Because at ho, he encouraged her in a much more passionate way. Compared to that, she liked his half-hearted interaction.
At least it wasn’t exhausting.
However, Yuran paused slightly upon seeing ng Qiuyan’s na. Bo Yan ca over and wrapped his arms around her, seeing her zoning out with the tablet in hand, he asked, "What’s wrong?"
Yuran shook her head, "Nothing much, I just saw ng Qiuyan’s na and spaced out for a bit. I’ve told you before, right? I invited her to our studio, but after saying she would think about it, there was no further response.
Then I got pregnant, gave birth, and I haven’t interacted with her since. Seeing her na now just makes feel a bit sentintal."
Bo Yan smiled, "Is that all? Xusheng wouldn’t easily let go of a cash cow."
His tone shifted, and after a mont of silence, Bo Yan continued, "However..."
"However, what?"
Yuran got up from his embrace, half-kneeling to face him. In reality, her back was sore, and this position was even more uncomfortable for her.
Bo Yan easily noticed her discomfort and shifted her into a position sitting face-to-face on his lap, embracing her, his eyes deep and profound.
As if about to reveal sothing.
Yuran’s hand on his shoulder trembled, and she quickly said, "Qiuge, I—I need to rest for a bit."
Bo Yan brushed her disheveled hair behind her ear, smiling, "I know, although..."
"Don’t say it," Yuran interrupted him, her face flushing red. Ever since Zhizhi was born, Bo Yan had beco increasingly indiscreet with his words, leaving her blushing and flustered every ti. Those phrases that once seed unbearable to hear, when spoken by him, sohow beca dangerously enticing.
She feared she might lose control.
"Heh..." Seeing her puff up in irritation, Bo Yan couldn’t help but chuckle, "Alright, I won’t say it."
Yuran, "Not about that, let’s continue with the topic we were on earlier. You were saying about Xusheng, that it’s not really what?"
Seeing her look as curious and excited as a baby, with eyes as big as Zhizhi’s that left one utterly unguarded, piercing straight to the heart, Bo Yan said, "It’s just that Xusheng has internal disagreents. Based on what I know, a major scandal will break out in two or three months.
By then, you can go look for ng Qiuyan again, and you might just find an unexpected windfall."
With sparkling eyes, Yuran planted a loud kiss on Bo Yan’s left cheek, her arms wrapped around his neck, a look of adorable appeasent on her face, "Seventh Brother, you’re so amazing. Is there anything you don’t know?"
"Oh, there is."
Yuran asked with curiosity, "What?"
Bo Yan, "I don’t know how shy you can get—I want to try it out. Will you let , huh?"
The last note he uttered was so teasingly provocative, it went straight to Yuran’s heart, rendering her utterly unable to refuse. She shivered, silently giving consent.
Then, the boundless night enveloped them.
In the baby crib, Zhizhi slept soundly and sweetly, his slightly parted lips curled into a faint smile, as if dreaming of sothing pleasant.
Elsewhere, the room was filled with amorous and absurd abandon.
...
The next day, Yuran was woken up by Zhizhi’s exuberant hand and foot movents. Bo Yan had placed Zhizhi next to her, and Zhizhi rolled over to face her, his little head resting in the crook of her neck, his large, obsidian-like eyes curiously looking around.
His hand rested on her chest.
She woke with a start and looked down. Thankfully, she was clothed.
Wait, this wasn’t her nightgown; it was Bo Yan’s. She fully awoke at that realization and began playing with Zhizhi.
"Baby, say ’momma’."
"Awoo, awoo," were the only sounds he made back, blowing saliva bubbles and having the ti of his life.
Yuran repeated over and over, "Baby, say ’momma’."
Zhizhi responded with "awoo, awoo," over and over.
Speaking different languages.
When Bo Yan ca in, he saw this scene—the two of them lying face to face, apparently playing sothing, Yuran with a look of frustration, Zhizhi happily giggling.
He stood by the door, trying not to laugh.
The laughter drew the simultaneous gaze of mother and child. As soon as they saw Bo Yan approach, Zhizhi reached out with his little chubby hands, asking Bo Yan to pick him up just like a cat who sees fish.
Yuran complained aggrievedly, "You little rascal, you never ask for a hug like that."
Zhizhi reached out to Bo Yan for a hug, well-practiced in the action, and no matter how often Bo Yan spent ti with him, Zhizhi would always be over the moon with excitent.
Bending down, Bo Yan kissed each one and lifted Zhizhi into his arms. Reaching out for Yuran, he said, "I made breakfast, thinking you were still asleep. Let’s go down."
"I haven’t washed up yet. Can you take our son downstairs first, and I’ll join you once I’m ready?" Yuran asked.
Bo Yan had already drawn her close, and hearing her words, he smiled with a twinkle in his eyes, "Okay."
Yuran stretched out her hand to playfully pinch Zhizhi’s cheek, "You little rascal."
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