Showbiz Scandal: The Official Announcement of My Ex and Myself-Chapter 205: Burning Spring

Yu Xia paused.

"Yesterday, I was just looking at my own fan talk, so I really didn’t see this news."

"... So you’re still lost in the fans’ compliments and can’t pull yourself out, huh?" He Ci gave her a speechless eye roll.

She touched her ear to change the topic: "The news they’re digging up is getting more explosive one after another."

"Isn’t it? I never thought they could be so audacious, this news broke out and the netizens don’t even know how to rant, given that the words involved in this matter are all to the extent of being blocked."

He clicked his tongue twice, starting to summarize the explosive news of the past year.

"Who could have thought pulling up one radish would bring out a patch of mud and then knock down a whole building, the level of shock each time refreshes everyone’s understanding. More bizarre gossip coming out later wouldn’t surprise me."

She peeled chestnuts and casually conversed: "What more bizarre gossip could it be? This is already the most bizarre news I can accept."

He Ci: "Like a new top idol having an unsuccessful crush and dying young?"

Yu Xia: "..."

What on earth.

Slowly eating a few roasted chestnuts, the director ran over excitedly and said: "I see Xie is in good shape, let’s bring forward the Asura scene to today!"

The other actors glanced at Xie Qingci, freshly recovered from a serious illness, quiet and haggard, how was he in good shape?

They all threw disapproving glances at the director, poor Xie was immersed in the pain of being rejected by his beloved, yet the director was so eager to have him shoot the scene where his on-screen sweetheart falls in love with the male lead, a double blow, this was too cruel for Xie.

Yu Xia, however, had no particular thought, standing up and following along.

They originally switched the arranged scenes to shoot something else, and most of them had to change makeup or costumes to some extent.

However, Yu Xia didn’t require any changes, and Xie Qingci’s just-recovered look perfectly suited the current state of the character, rendering the makeup artist mostly unnecessary.

"This sickly look doesn’t even need makeup, Xie’s complexion is two shades paler than the foundation."

Just as the director said, "in good shape," as if Lu Jiu himself was present.

After simple preparation, the two silent figures stood together, the clapperboard fell, "Burning Spring," scene 167, take one, start.

...

The day of Ji Jin Yu returning from the military was getting closer.

The Marquis Mansion was full of joy; the old lady visited Song Zhuozhi twice, thinking her recent erratic behavior stemmed from being agitated by the past news of Little General Song’s death and her miscarriage, so she patted her hand to comfort her:

"Everything will be fine when Yu’er returns. You were newlyweds when he went to the border, so it wasn’t fair to you. This time back, he surely owes you much compensation. You both were deeply in love, and he always protected and cherished you..."

After speaking about their past loving relationship, she hesitated while observing her face:

"By then, Little General Song’s coffin can be brought back for a proper burial. You’ve been painstakingly managing the General Mansion...

The palace will surely reward your Song family for your dedication to the country, even if it’s just in name, your inept siblings could help share some responsibilities."

Little General Song, dedicated to the country, coffin, marital love... Recently, these familiar words have been hovering in her mind, as if someone was pushing her to confront those things she deliberately ignored, struggling to chastise her current self.

"Mother, there’s no need to say more," Song Zhuozhi pressed her forehead as if with an unbearable headache, "Let’s talk when the Marquis returns."

The old lady stopped short, but seeing her genuine pain, she had to sigh and leave.

Song Zhuozhi fell helplessly back onto the couch, tightly furrowing her brows and closed her eyes to rest.

Lu Jiu found that recently Song Zhuozhi had fallen into a strange anxiety.

"Jiu, where’s Jiu? Come out!"

She called him out, initially without giving any commands, just obsessively repeating what she had said before, whether to soften his heart or just to imprint herself deeper.

"Father and brother devoted themselves to the country, their hearts set on the peace of the realm. I can never measure up to their righteous cause."

"I’ve been hungry, thirsty, and wronged, longing for their care, but I waited and waited, they passed by the doorstep without a glance back at me, I waited from dusk till dawn, fainting from fatigue, only to be scolded for being inconsiderate when I woke."

"They lied to me, saying I was their treasure and joy, yet I’ve never been their first choice. Yes, they didn’t love me at all. The peace they exchanged with their lives was merely to assure the Emperor’s indulgence, foolish loyalty!"

"And that Marquis Yongcheng, with his country in heart, I am but a pitiful creature without weight in this household. Where was he when I lost the child? In the end, it was just a line in the letter that ’I too am in sorrow’!"

"I’m nothing but a pathetic creature, beneath the Imperial City, amidst the fog, a pitiful creature! No one truly loves me, only I can bring myself the ultimate release!

The General Mansion is mine, why let those useless ones share the burden? Just because he’s a man, does it mean even if he’s good-for-nothing, he still ranks above me?!"

She raised her voice angrily, as if berating her former self with resentment.

Scolding was not enough, she also flung jewelry and porcelain down, the clattering sounds unceasing.

Blood trickled down from Lu Jiu’s forehead, flowing across his eyes, the porcelain was heavy, causing his tall body to sway, drawing pain from his wounds, making his lips appear even paler.

She seemed like a trapped beast near death now, making one last futile struggle.

Hearing the shattering porcelain brought her a strange comfort, Song Zhuozhi stopped, her dazed gaze turning back to a cold, indifferent one.

"Why is the Shadow Guard like you unable to get rid of the Eleventh Prince yet? If you can’t, then go kill Ji Jin Yu first!"

Lu Jiu clenched his fist tightly, suppressing the pain in his throat, and replied in a low voice: "Miss, there are too many guards at the Imperial Palace, and I’m seriously injured, it will take more time..."

She rudely interrupted him, showing no trace of sympathy in her words.

"The Shadow Guard’s duty is to do whatever the master commands! Injured or not, as long as you’re alive, you must rise to perform tasks for me! If you die, ha, so be it, the General Mansion has other Shadow Guards, it’s just a matter of replacement."

Lu Jiu’s heart went cold, his head hung lower.

She’s so venomous, devoid of sympathy, false, and unpredictably moody. It wasn’t the first time he knew.

However, as time went by, he found such cold and wicked nature increasingly unbearable.

Now hearing these words, his state of mind differed completely from the first day he heard them.

After Song Zhuozhi finished her rant, seeing him hang his head in silence, with the blood on his forehead almost reaching his chin, she frowned and carefully wiped it off with a fragrant handkerchief.

"Sorry Jiu, I didn’t mean to be like this, I just couldn’t help myself, I can’t control it."