After Being Blackened All Over the Internet, I Ruled the Military Variety Shows
Chapter 285 Always Treated This Way

Chapter 285: Chapter 285 Always Treated This Way

The discreet black sedan quietly drove into Xiyuan.

Shen Huchen got out of the car and saw the steward of his cousin’s house waiting outside. He walked over quickly: "Brother Xia, where is my cousin?"

Xiazhi skillfully took the gift handed over and replied, "Sir is not at home. However, knowing you came to the Imperial City to participate in a program, he has already instructed me over the phone. You can rest assured during your time in the Imperial City. Shall I take you to the courtyard where you will be staying now?"

Shen Huchen’s originally excited expression instantly became disheartened, "It’s already so late, and my cousin hasn’t come home yet?"

Xiazhi sighed, following suit, "I also wish Sir could return early every day for dinner and rest, but he is too busy!"

"Alright then."

Midway through the walk, Shen Huchen couldn’t help but ask, "I’ve managed to come to the Imperial City this time with difficulty. Surely, my cousin has time to have a meal with me?"

Xiazhi paused in his steps, thought of the arrangements Sir mentioned over the phone for the next few days, and looked at the young man next to him with a somewhat aggrieved and expectant face, "If nothing unexpected happens, you will see Sir tomorrow."

"Tomorrow? Where will we meet? But I have to go to the program group to start recording tomorrow. According to the flow that Director Chen mentioned, it might take the whole day."

"I don’t know where, but since Sir said so, you will definitely see him by then."

Shen Huchen: "..." He said quietly, "Since when did you start keeping secrets?"

Xiazhi responded with a smile, not saying an extra word.

Nonetheless, the news of being able to meet tomorrow did lift Shen Huchen’s somewhat gloomy mood quite a bit.

*

The black nanny car covered with anti-peep film stopped at the entrance of the five-star hotel.

Jing Huai, fully equipped, got out of the car. As he walked past the hotel lobby, he heard two young girls excitedly discussing.

"I heard someone is staying at this hotel now."

"Who might that be? Could it be your idol?"

"However, this time it seems to be a private trip, and it hasn’t been disclosed officially. If I go ask for an autograph, do you think I might be refused?"

"How would you know if you don’t try? That person seems to have always had a good temper and never lost their temper with fans."

Jing Huai paused, the eyebrows above his sunglasses slightly furrowing invisibly.

This time, taking Xu Qingmei into consideration, he deliberately didn’t let his people disclose this hotel. However, it seems that fans have discovered it anyway.

Was it someone from his side who accidentally leaked, or is it a problem with the hotel?

While pondering, his phone in his pants pocket suddenly buzzed.

He took out his phone, glanced at the newly received message, and immediately sped up towards the elevator.

The top floor of this hotel has a total of two presidential suites, both of which were booked by the same person. The hotel staff were even specifically instructed that unless the guests in the presidential suites specifically call, no one may disturb them upstairs.

Jing Huai reserved room 3302 for himself, while the better room 3301 was, of course, reserved for Xu Qingmei.

However, after getting out of the elevator, he went straight to room 3301, and pressed the doorbell.

The door was quickly opened by someone familiar.

"Come in, Sister Qingmei is already here."

Although the person in front was still Xu Qingmei’s assistant, Jing Huai still politely nodded to him before stepping inside.

After he entered, the person left the room and closed the door.

Incidentally, he greeted Jing Huai’s assistant who stayed in the corridor: "Let’s go to the other side."

Hearing the sound of the door closing behind him, Jing Huai paused in his steps as he walked inside.

Passing through the somewhat dim hallway, he walked into the brightly lit living room and saw the figure standing in front of the large floor-to-ceiling window with a glass of red wine, wearing only a burgundy nightgown, back facing him.

"Sister Qingmei."

Xu Qingmei swayed her wine glass and glanced over lazily, sitting down, "Have you met the other guests?"

"Yes, Jiang Lingxi is also here."

Xu Qingmei showed no surprise on her face, even taking a sip of red wine quite relaxedly, "I know."

Jing Huai’s cheek twitched involuntarily. Holding back the urge to ask ’why didn’t you give me a heads up,’ he continued, "Besides Jiang Lingxi, the other guests this time are also quite complex."

Originally, he thought that these amateur guests would surely be outshone by him with his fairly popular fan base. Even if they were more skilled in painting and calligraphy, once on the program, it would be his stage, and others would just be supporting characters.

But after meeting each other, he became a bit uncertain.

That Su Yi was quiet and reserved, not outstanding, and judging by his attire, his family background didn’t seem significant, so there was nothing to worry about.

Qian Yaya was his fan, which has both advantages and disadvantages. On the plus side, since she’s his fan, she naturally belongs to his side. But the drawbacks are clear too. She idolizes him for the roles he played and the persona he crafted, not for who he truly is. The thought of being in close contact for three days already makes him feel tired.

Then there’s Lu Sen, who not only has a rich family heritage but also quite a personality.

Shen Huchen, at first glance, seems like a naive young master not versed in worldly matters. His looks alone could make him famous. Good-looking, talented, young, and wealthy—he would undoubtedly gain a following after appearing on the show.

Lastly, Lin Nuo, coming with a plagiarism controversy, intends to clear his name on the show, which is sure to stir plenty of discussions.

This bunch of people together is bound to generate buzz, but the thought that his inherent fans might boost these people made him lose his appetite for the red wine Xu Qingmei handed over.

After hearing his analysis, Xu Qingmei didn’t show the slightest empathy, even squinting and laughing lightly, "Interesting!"

A show gathering such diverse guests in terms of personality and background, she was more keen on seeing how Jiang Lingxi would stand out in the program.

She was even a bit looking forward to it!

Jing Huai: "..."

He was the only one feeling depressed!

*

Jiang Lingxi, washed and lying on the bed in the bedroom, found herself unable to sleep.

So she picked up her phone to search ’Yuan Zhao Style’ and found that these three words even had a dedicated entry for explanation.

After reading it, she remained silent for a while, exited the search page, opened the friend list, and found Shen Yunqing’s avatar.

Shen Yunqing just ended a call with Wu Jue and was about to put down his phone when he saw the pinned avatar light up. He quickly picked it up and opened it.

Your Majesty: [???]

Shen Yunqing: [Does Your Majesty have any questions?]

Your Majesty: [Do you know the Yuan Zhao Style?]

Shen Yunqing: [...I know.]

Your Majesty: [I only found out today that I’m also a calligrapher!]

Shen Yunqing stood up, glanced around the office, turned and pushed open a hidden door, and walked inside.

Finally stopping in front of an ancient-style wall in the relaxation room, he turned on his phone camera and took a picture of a piece of calligraphy hanging on the wall.

Selected, sent it.

Shen Yunqing: [Isn’t it so?]

Jiang Lingxi opened the image and recognized it at once. This was one she had written while in the crew. After finishing it, she put down the brush and never bothered with it again, assuming the crew’s prop staff had taken it away, never expecting it to land in Shen Yunqing’s hands.

Your Majesty: [When did you take it?]

Shen Yunqing: [Just grabbed it conveniently, isn’t this what always happens?]

Looking at the message, Jiang Lingxi suddenly remembered an old matter.

The Emperor’s ink is of inestimable value, not to be touched lightly by anyone.

When she wasn’t busy, she would sort them herself; otherwise, some not-so-important ones would occasionally get misplaced due to oversight.

During busy times, she would assign this task to her trusted Prime Minister, and he never made a mistake.

But looking at the words in the picture, now carefully framed and hung on the wall, her heart inadvertently felt a subtle sensation.

Currently, it is no longer like her previous life; the words she writes are no longer as precious as they were. Rationally speaking, there’s no need to be this cautious...

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