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

Su Wuli was a little surprised, but clicked on it casually.

The page jumps to the last chapter, and the eyes first scan the names that appear in the chapter.

This is her habit—to see which characters appear in the ending.

Yu Linxi.

Three words jumped into my eyes.

Su Wuli's fingers paused.

My heart felt like it had been suddenly squeezed by something, and it skipped a beat.

She stared at the name, her mind going blank.

Yu Linxi...

The young emperor who was assassinated in my dream, the young prince who casually said "I won't die" in Yu Chen's words?

It seems to be called that.

Is it a coincidence? Or...?

A chill ran up my spine.

Su Wuli suddenly sat up straight, her fingers trembling slightly, and quickly flipped through the catalog, her eyes searching eagerly.

I took a deep breath to calm myself down, then clicked back to the last chapter and quickly started browsing.

The words scrolled before her eyes; she read them quickly, almost skimming them, only grasping the key names and plot points.

Finally, a name appeared after a description of a palace coup.

Yu Chen.

She froze instantly.

[Yu Chen, the late emperor's half-brother, was enfeoffed as Prince Chen. He was ruthless and held the power of life and death. He distinguished himself in battle on the northern border, but ten years after Emperor Yu Linxi ascended the throne, he was convicted of treason and executed by slow slicing.]

Lingchi (death by a thousand cuts)

Su Wuli stopped breathing.

Her fingertips were icy cold and trembling uncontrollably.

The shattered images from my dream kept flashing uncontrollably through my mind.

"Wu Li?" Su Yuan, who was next to her, noticed that something was wrong and leaned closer to ask in a low voice, "What's wrong? You look so pale. Are you carsick?"

Su Wuli didn't hear it.

She lowered her head, her fingers flying up to find an earlier chapter about Yu Chen, and clicked on it.

During a banquet at the palace, an elderly prince from the royal family reminisced about the past, praising the regent for his bravery in the northern border region.

Yu Chen put down his wine glass and said in a low voice, "Why bring up old stories?"

The candlelight illuminated half of his profile; the smile didn't reach his eyes, yet it held a bottomless chill.

[Yu Linxi was assassinated in a perilous situation. The assassins were all killed, but rumors and gossip are swirling around the issue, all pointing to Regent Yu Chen.]

On the day Yu Chen was executed, heavy snow fell from the sky.

On the execution ground, his black robes were stained with blood, and his black hair was disheveled, covering half of his face.

He remained silent throughout, not uttering a single word.

Only when the knife fell on the first piece of flesh did he let out a very low groan, and blood trickled down the corner of his mouth.

Until his last breath, his unfathomable eyes remained fixed on the direction of the palace, never closing.

Su Wuli stared at her phone screen, her fingertips growing colder and colder.

The car was still moving smoothly, but she felt like the whole world was distorted.

Those words became images, stained with blood.

The man who taught her to ride and shoot in her dreams, and who once wiped the sand from the soles of her feet with his cold fingers...

He is the main villain in the book who is eventually executed by slow slicing.

Realizing this, all the dreams became connected.

She never imagined that Yu Chen was actually the producer of the book...

Did she interact with the characters in the book in her dreams?

Why?

The phone screen dimmed.

Su Wuli leaned back in her seat, staring blankly at the roof of the car.

My heart pounded heavily in my chest, one beat after another.

She seemed to hear Yu Chen's warning in her ear from her dream, "You're not allowed to learn to ride horses with him anymore."

Su Wuli recalled how she had displeased him several times in her dreams, and a chill couldn't help but rise in her heart.

From what she saw, Yu Chen was far more terrifying than the male ghost.

The novel doesn't describe him much; Yu Chen's storyline can only be pieced together from the protagonist's perspective.

There is no description explaining why Yu Chen became a ruthless killer who takes lives with a smile.

He was like a born evil seed, treating human life as worthless and killing without blinking an eye.

Everyone who talks about him turns pale at the mere mention of his name; everyone wants him dead, yet no one dares to lay a hand on him.

"Wu Li?" Lin Liwen turned her head from the front row, frowning as she looked at her. "Are you really not feeling well? You look so pale."

Su Wuli slowly turned her head, looked at her, opened her mouth, but couldn't say anything.

He finally shook his head, his hand unconsciously tightening around his phone.

……

In the afternoon, she sat in front of the makeup mirror and let the makeup artist do her makeup, but her mind was still a mess.

The cold words in those novels are mixed together with the warm and tangible touches in my dreams.

It makes it hard to tell which is more real and which is more illusory.

"Ms. Su, that's all." The makeup artist stepped back.

Su Wuli looked in the mirror and saw that her eyes were somewhat empty and unfocused.

She blinked, trying to suppress the dazed feeling.

On set, the director is giving instructions to the male actor he's acting opposite.

This scene depicts a conflict between Ulanzhu and an important general in the play.

It has a lot of dialogue and intense emotions.

Su Wuli walked over and listened to the director's instructions, trying her best to concentrate.

I've already memorized the lines and analyzed the emotional points.

It's time to start filming.

When she opened her mouth to recite her first line, her voice sounded a little unsteady.

"Stop." The director frowned. "Wuli's condition is not right. Ulanzhu should be angry, not confused. Your eyes are not right."

"I'm sorry, director, I'll adjust it." Su Wuli took a breath and clenched her fingertips.

restart.

She forced herself to stare into her co-star's eyes, but other things kept flashing through her mind uncontrollably.

On the day Regent Yu Chen was executed, heavy snow fell from the sky...

"Cut!" the director shouted again.

This time, her tone was harsher. "It's still not right. The emotion isn't there. There was something in the way you looked at him just now, but it wasn't something that should be in the play."

The surroundings quieted down.

Several staff members exchanged glances discreetly, and the male actor opposite her also looked at her with a questioning look in his eyes, as if he was puzzled.

Su Wuli took a deep breath. "Director, I'm sorry, please give me five minutes."

The director glanced at her, waved his hand, and said, "Everyone, take a five-minute break."

Su Wuli turned and walked to the dark corner at the edge of the light to calm herself down.

"Wu Li, have some water? Are you... too tired? Why don't you talk to the director..." Su Yuan came over with a water glass.

Su Wuli shook her head, took the water but didn't drink it.

Holding the cold water bottle in my hand, I was slightly brought back to my senses.

She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, trying to banish those thoughts from her mind.

Five minutes later, filming resumed.

We finally nailed that take, and the rest of the filming went much more smoothly.

Su Wuli dared not be distracted any longer and devoted herself entirely to the task, until she was completely exhausted by the time she finished.

After removing her makeup and changing back into her own clothes, she didn't even have the strength to speak.

On the way back, Su Yuan whispered about tomorrow's plans.

Su Wuli leaned against the car window, her eyes closed, and answered absentmindedly.

apartment.

When Lin Liwen called, Su Wuli had just finished showering and was drying her hair.

"Mori, I'm at your apartment door."

Su Wuli was stunned for a moment, then glanced at the time; it was almost eleven o'clock.

"Sister Wen? Something wrong so late?"

"Open the door first," Lin Liwen said, her tone a little urgent.

Su Wuli walked to the door and looked through the peephole.

Lin Liwen was standing outside, and next to her was a strange man, around sixty years old.