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Chapter 910 This time I got a little too into the role, the patricide is over.

"call!"

Jiang Hanying pulled her cheap master's hand and placed it on her chest, "Rub it."

As Li Chengxiao rubbed her skin, he glanced at her pale face and asked, "Are you feeling unwell?"

"Hmm." Jiang Hanying frowned and nodded. "Could this be because you're getting a little too into character?"

Only when you actually get involved in filmmaking can you feel the difference from making TV dramas and movies.

It's like watching one thing on a TV and the other on a huge screen; the emotions the characters express in the story are magnified proportionally.

In addition, this first encounter was with a somewhat depressing, even slightly manic film, which demanded a higher level of human nature and emotional expression. It was also the first role she had ever played that involved some emotional scenes.

The challenges are multifaceted!
Now that filming is over, I find myself unable to shake off the feeling I had at the time, and I'm starting to wonder if I've unknowingly gotten too caught up in the role.

Li Chengxiao thought for a moment and suggested, "How about we go out for a walk to clear our heads?"

He was also feeling a little uncomfortable at the time.

Although she knew that the scenes during the day were all acted out, and that her co-star was Yuan Chaoyu, not some other man, she still felt a little uneasy.

Not to mention that this person is now telling him that he might be getting a little too into the role.

"go!"

Jiang Hanying was quick to leave. She put on a thick coat, a hat, and set off with her cheap host who had made the suggestion.

Just outside the guesthouse is that street covered with golden leaves.

I've been here for about a month now, and almost all the leaves on the trees on both sides of the street have fallen off, leaving a thick layer on the ground that feels soft and crunchy underfoot.

The two of them walked hand in hand silently across the golden torrent.

As Yuan Chaoyu stepped out of the guesthouse, he turned around and saw two elongated shadows cast by the overhead streetlights.

After watching quietly for a moment, he turned and walked in another direction.

Jiang Hanying sensed something, glanced back as she walked, and let out a soft exclamation.

"what happened?"

"It seemed like someone was behind us just now, but then they disappeared."

"The wind seems to be picking up. Shall we go back?"

"I also want to go to the small hill in front and look at the stars for a while."

People walk to see the stars, and then carry them back.

Li Chengxiao looked at Yuan Chaoyu, who had also strolled back from the opposite side. Yuan Chaoyu glanced at him, then at Jiang Hanying, who was already asleep on his back, and said, "You go first!"

She had to close the door from the back.

*
After clearing my head and resting for a night, my mood was almost back to normal, and the next morning the shooting resumed as usual.

Jiang Hanying also admires Lao Wan for one thing: in this old man's crew, there are absolutely no night shoots.

Just like the script readings we did before, we started filming on time in the morning and finished on time in the evening.

It won't be later than six o'clock.

It was like experiencing what it's like to clock in and out on a film set.

However, the filming schedule was not slowed down at all. This was partly due to the script being carefully reviewed beforehand, and partly due to the director's ability to control the overall situation.

Even the weather on the day of the shoot was taken into account by this person in the shooting plan.

It happened to snow lightly on the day the last scene was filmed.

When they arrived at the filming location after getting ready, the ground was already covered with a fine layer of white.

As the high-ranking officials he had painstakingly cultivated either died in accidents or had their shady dealings exposed and condemned by the world, and even his son, whom he valued, died in a rather undignified manner, the prince finally turned his attention to the daughter he had been using as a commodity for trade.

When you remove all the factors that seem impossible, what remains, however improbable, is the only truth!
"Father, have you finally thought of me?" Li Lingze sat up straight and smiled as he looked at the person who rushed in from outside through the wind and snow.

"It was you, you did it, didn't you?"

"it's me."

"You've ruined my plans, do you know that? This is utterly rebellious, you're asking for death!"

"So, is Father going to kill me?"

Provoked by his daughter's defiant gaze, the prince flew into a rage, drew his sword from his waist with bloodshot eyes, and prepared to stab her with a ferocious expression.

He didn't notice the little girl standing next to his daughter twitch her sleeve, take a step to the side, and swiftly stab him in the waist with the dagger that slipped from her sleeve.

He turned his head in disbelief, only to find his hand suddenly empty.

By the time she turned her head back, it was too late. Her daughter, holding the sword she had just snatched from his hand, swiftly plunged it into his heart.

"Perfect timing! I also wish to personally see my father off on his journey, and thank you for your guidance and support over the years!"

"Good, right position, has great potential to be an assassin!"

In the last second before the prince's consciousness faded: Is this human speech?
After successfully achieving his goal of patricide, Li Lingze didn't even change his clothes. Instead, dragging his blood-splattered skirt, he took Feiyu, who had put away his dagger, and walked through the desolate courtyard where fine snow was falling, to meet the Princess Consort, whom he had only heard of but never seen.

After dismissing the servants from the room, Li Lingze sat on the edge of the bed, held his mother's withered hand, and whispered what he had been doing during this time, including how he had killed his own younger brother.

After she finished speaking, she noticed the hand in her palm move. She looked up and saw that her mother, who had been unconscious for a long time, had opened her eyes.

"Will you blame me? I killed my father and brother. When this snow falls, the entire Prince's Mansion will cease to exist."

“No,” the princess said in a hoarse voice, her face filled with sorrow, “I just want to tell you that I’m sorry.”

"Don't say that, Mother, no, Mother, it's all in the past! I'm free now, and you're free too. Feiyu and I have already discussed it and decided to take you with us..."

“Lingze, listen to me first. You don’t have a younger brother. Fifteen years ago, in the third year after your birth, I gave birth to a daughter. At that time, your father was not in the manor, and coincidentally, a stewardess in the manor had a difficult childbirth and passed away after giving birth to a son. So I made a bold decision…”

Li Lingze was stunned on the spot.

A voice interrupted: "What about your original daughter?"

Upon hearing the sound, the Princess Consort looked at the capable young woman walking towards them and suddenly widened her eyes.

"Okay, card!"

Old Wan stood up from the director's chair, tapped his brass pipe, and announced, "I hereby declare that filming for 'The Startled Fish' has been successfully completed!"

The scene was quiet for a few seconds, then erupted in applause.

The cheers of "Congratulations on wrapping up filming!" quickly dispelled the somewhat somber atmosphere of the final scene.

When the group returned to the guesthouse from the former site of the Prince's Mansion where the filming was being held, Jiang Hanying took a deep sniff as soon as she entered the door, "What's that smell? It smells so good!"

Old Wan turned his head and tapped her lightly with his pipe, "You have such a keen nose. Today is the wrap party, and it's snowing. In this chilly weather, we should have a hot pot. Hurry up and remove your makeup and change your clothes!"