Following the director’s instructions, Shu Wan quickly changed her clothes.
The wardrobe for this production was actually quite monotonous, a uniform series of whites, exuding a diluted celestial charm.
Luckily, Shu Wan had the right temperant; even a simple white gauze dress looked like it was styled by a fairy with an ethereal breeze.
Knowing that today’s auditionees weren’t any major actors, not many stylists had turned up, and an intern had given Shu Wan a simple and elegant wig, which made her look even more aloof and cool.
The mont she walked out, the room was suddenly filled with gasps of astonishnt.
"She’s so beautiful, when did such an attractive newcor appear in the entertainnt circle?"
"She looks good in a TV drama, but what’s the use? It’s not that easy to make it in the film industry."
While everyone whispered among themselves, the director was pleased with Shu Wan’s appearance, "Co, perform a scene from Act Three for to see."
"Sure."
Shu Wan nodded and quickly got into character.
Act Three of the script was after Xuan Nu had fallen into demonic ways and first appeared at the Heavenly Court banquet.
Xuan Nu, with her noble status, naturally carried an air of arrogance.
As the cara turned her way, her gaze lifted slightly, her brows adding a touch of unapproachable nobility in an instant.
It was a look of superiority that countless superb actors couldn’t reproduce because acting, after all, is just an act.
For Shu Wan, though, the blood that ran through her veins was filled with pride that looked down upon the world.
The director’s eyes brightened and he imdiately signaled the photographer to capture Shu Wan’s details.
At this point, Shu Wan was performing against an imaginary environnt, without other actors or set pieces to interact with; she could only follow the written script, acting out what she needed to convey.
She entered the banquet hall, responding with a subtle nod to the greetings from the crowd, but she controlled the gesture so well it emitted a faint pressure, as if coming from soone of a higher status.
Xuan Nu took her seat, and soon everyone had arrived, and the Jade Emperor began to speak.
He had only said a few words when Xuan Nu’s brows furrowed, and she unconsciously clenched her teeth.
She tried to control it, but the demonic energy within her was restlessly surging, impossible to restrain.
Xuan Nu desperately tried to resist, and though her appearance and dress remained unchanged, her gaze turned eerie.
Still seated, she sohow made everyone feel a sense of fear.
Then, the Jade Emperor suddenly asked Xuan Nu a question, and she raised her head to answer, flashing him a slight smile afterward.
She was so beautiful, her smile so graceful, but it felt suffocating as if laced with venom.
"Fantastic!!" The director, who had initially only been interested in Shu Wan’s looks, couldn’t help but praise her as he saw her remarkable performance, "You acted so well!! This role is undoubtedly yours."
For the subsequent scenes, the director didn’t even feel the need to watch to know that Shu Wan would perform very well in this role.
Because in Act Three, which was the initial phase of Xuan Nu’s fall into demonhood, she still retained her divine nature as a Goddess, yet at the sa ti, she was being eroded by demonic energy. This conflict between the two was extrely difficult to portray.
But Shu Wan did it splendidly.
"That’s enough, absolutely wonderful; you all go back and wait for the news," the director appreciated Shu Wan a lot, "rest assured, no one could be more suited for this role than you."
"Okay, thanks, director."
Shu Wan and Wang Tian left the production set and walked out, with Wang Tian still imrsed in Shu Wan’s earlier performance, "You’re really incredible, there was no one in front of you, and yet you made it feel so real, I thought I was in the scene too."
"Mm," Shu Wan responded perfunctorily while replying to ssages on her phone.
"You’re really brushing off, huh, who are you chatting with? You’re so invested."
Curious, Wang Tian asked, glancing at Shu Wan subconsciously, but he saw her looking relaxed and in a good mood.
"With the one I married."
In modern terms, Shu Wan should refer to Fu Siyu as her husband, but since their relationship was currently just a collaboration, it felt odd to call him that, so she had to use a different term.
"Oh, your husband?"
Wang Tian had been in a good mood, but upon hearing Shu Wan ntion Fu Siyu, he couldn’t help frowning.
After all, given the existence of Fu Yang as a big son, anyone would think that Shu Wan’s husband was quite old, maybe even an old man.
"Mm," Shu Wan nodded noncommittally.
"What did he say to you? You seem so happy."
"He sent a gift."
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