Shocking! The actress was dragged to the regent's bedchamber every night.

Upon hearing this, Su Wuli knew that she had completely misunderstood.

Wen Yan must have thought that she had secretly met someone and fooled around last night, which is why these traces were left.

Su Wuli wanted to explain, to say that it wasn't like that, but the words stuck in her throat, and she couldn't squeeze out a single one.

It seems her suspicions were justified...

At breakfast, Wen Yan sat opposite her, holding a spoon and stirring the porridge in her bowl half-heartedly.

Their gazes would occasionally drift over, especially to the neck.

Even though Su Wuli deliberately used concealer to cover up that mark.

Feeling uncomfortable under her gaze, Su Wuli could only lower her head and eat her breakfast.

Su Yuan sat quietly eating beside her, not saying much.

He only occasionally glanced quickly at the two female celebrities next to him.

Fortunately, Wen Yan soon found it boring.

She put down her spoon, picked up her phone which was lying to the side, and casually swiped the screen a few times.

They probably figured they wouldn't get any answers anyway, so they scrolled through their phones to distract themselves.

Su Wuli glanced at her secretly, only to see Wen Yan's finger stop on the screen.

His brows furrowed slowly, and his face darkened.

"Mist Pear." She suddenly looked up and turned her phone screen around. "Look at this."

Su Wuli looked at her phone screen.

On Weibo's interface, a certain term was prominently displayed among the top trending topics.

#Su Wuli fell off her horse#

The shooting angle was a bit far, and the image quality wasn't very clear.

But it's clear that it was the whole process of her falling off a horse some time ago.

The video was followed by several photos of her lying on the ground, surrounded by people, her face pale and disheveled.

The comments section has exploded.

[Is this the kind of horseback riding skill she has for the female lead? In the original story, the female lead is a precious gem of the grasslands who grew up on horseback. Please don't ruin my beloved character.]

[Hilarious! What's with this delicate, fragile young lady playing a grassland princess? Did the production team choose the cast blindfolded?]

[I heard he even brought his own funding to get the role? It seems money can get you any role. I feel sorry for the original author.]

Su Wuli has been practicing very hard, hasn't she?

[This horseback riding posture clearly indicates a novice, which doesn't fit the character at all. Book fans will definitely boycott this.]

[Fans, please stop trying to control the comments. The facts are clear: Su Wuli is simply not suitable for this role. Replacing her as soon as possible is better for everyone.]

Isn't this being too harsh on female celebrities? Many male celebrities use body doubles, but Su Wuli did it all herself, which is quite impressive.

Comments were rapidly being refreshed and increased.

There were jokes from casual observers, and anger and disappointment from fans of the original book.

Some of Su Wuli's fans tried to defend and explain her, but conflict was soon inevitable.

Su Yuan also came over to look and whispered, "...Where did this video come from?"

Wen Yan put her phone away, her expression also unpleasant.

Turn off the screen and place the phone face down on the table.

"It must have been one of the staff members who couldn't control themselves, or someone who was secretly filmed by paparazzi lying in wait in the distance."

Wen Yan analyzed, "The most vocal critics right now are the fans of the original novel. Your character has a huge fan base from the book, and the expectations are high, so even the slightest flaw can be magnified."

She paused as she spoke, then looked at Su Wu.

His eyes were full of worry. "How far did you get from that crash course in horseback riding? You have a lot of scenes involving riding horses. If something like this happens again..."

She didn't finish her sentence, but the meaning was clear.

Today's video was just a candid shot. If it were filmed like this during a formal shoot, it would probably be more than just a war of words.

Su Wuli put down her spoon. "I... I'll practice some more."

Wen Yan sighed.

"Practice alone isn't enough; you need to find the right method. Is your crash course coach reliable?"

As she spoke, she suddenly remembered something, "I know someone who's really good at riding, how about he teaches you?"

Upon hearing this, Su Wuli was stunned and thought of refusing, but before she could finish speaking, Wen Yan made her decision on her own.

"Alright, stop overthinking it. You have no choice but to practice."

After she finished speaking, she stood up and said, "Don't go to your crash course today. I'll take you to find someone else to practice with."

"No need..." Su Wuli began, "I—"

"Okay, I know you don't want to bother me, but you're my best friend, so I definitely have to help you." Wen Yan raised her hand and patted her shoulder.

"Really not—"

"If you keep pushing me, it means you don't consider me a friend," Wen Yan said bluntly.

Upon hearing this, Su Wuli paused before speaking, but ultimately relented, since she was going to the crash course anyway.

The sunlight on the training field was a bit dazzling.

Su Wuli never expected that the personal trainer Wen Yan mentioned was actually Jiang Yue.

When they arrived, he was already waiting there.

Dressed in simple black riding attire, he was facing away from them, inspecting the saddle.

He turned around when he heard footsteps.

Su Wuli met his gaze, and he nodded politely.

Wen Yan followed beside him, while Chongjiang Yue raised his chin.

"I'm entrusting her to you. Teach her well, and don't give Wuli that cold look. She's timid and will be scared."

Upon hearing this, Su Wuli's face showed a hint of embarrassment, and she retorted in a low voice, her argument somewhat weak and unconvincing.

"I'm not that timid..."

As soon as he finished speaking, Wen Yan chuckled softly.

Su Wuli pursed her lips and exhaled, but met Jiang Yue's gaze.