After Being Blackened All Over the Internet, I Ruled the Military Variety Shows
Chapter 459 - 450: Wanting to Lift the Hem of Her Majesty’s Skirt

Chapter 459: Chapter 450: Wanting to Lift the Hem of Her Majesty’s Skirt

Jiang Lingxi followed Yun Chan into the bustling backstage.

And met an extremely eager and passionate gaze.

"Although the height is a bit lacking, the head-to-body ratio is truly amazing, definitely works!"

Jiang Lingxi’s eyes instantly glinted with slight coldness.

How dare they doubt her height!

The person in charge suddenly felt a chill down their spine and, seeing someone coming over, instinctively stepped aside, not daring to say anything, feeling that mouthing off might not end well.

Yun Chan led Jiang Lingxi to the outfit meant to be the showstopper, "I won’t lie, the original model ditched me. I have a bit of history with her mother-in-law, didn’t think she’d seize the chance for revenge."

"I’ve been searching for a replacement for the past hour, but this outfit..." she paused, "is the one I’ve put the most effort into, I don’t want to compromise, I hope someone can showcase it perfectly."

Jiang Lingxi looked at the outfit displayed on a mannequin, her eyes lighting up.

"It is indeed a beautiful and grand outfit, I understand your expectations. However, I’ve never modeled nor know how to, catwalk."

In truth, if she had to walk, she could manage awkwardly, but why force herself?

Yun Chan took a deep breath, "Walk a few steps for me to see."

Jiang Lingxi raised an eyebrow.

"Just walk normally."

Jiang Lingxi glanced at the few people gathered around them, lifted her foot, and took a few steps. Yun Chan clapped her hands together, "That’s it, just walk like that on the stage!"

"Are you sure?"

"I’m very sure!"

Shen Chuyue, after waiting for a while without her cousin-in-law returning, pulled out her phone and sent a message.

Before long, she received a reply: [I’ll be back after walking the show.]

That message left her rubbing her eyes and reading it again.

What’s going on?

How did she suddenly end up walking a show?

Isn’t my cousin-in-law an actress? How did she suddenly become the star model for Yun’s show?

What kind of development is this, why can’t I understand it?

But amidst the barrage of questions flooding her mind, Shen Chuyue held back from asking more.

Cousin-in-law wouldn’t just lie about this, so walking the show must be true.

As for the reason, she could wait until her cousin-in-law returned to ask, not wanting to disturb her preparations backstage.

However, she thought of one person she wouldn’t mind bothering.

[Hey cousin, want to watch cousin-in-law’s fashion show live?]

Shen Yunqing saw this message, unable to stop his eyelid from twitching.

He gestured for Jing Huai, about to speak, to stay silent.

[What fashion show?]

[The show I’m invited to watch here in Liangchuan, cousin-in-law just told me she’s walking it too. How about it, am I a caring cousin or what?]

[...Hmm, not bad.]

Shen Chuyue was about to reply ’I’ll stream it for you’ when another idea came to her, her eyes flickering.

[However, I want a reward.]

[What reward?]

[Lend me the painting "Bibo Wanxiang" cousin-in-law copied for you to admire for a few days.]

After sending this message, Shen Chuyue waited for two full minutes before receiving a reply.

[Okay, but it’s just a loan, maximum three days.]

"Why are you so hesitant? I won’t damage it, it’s only three days. If I don’t return it, you can come fetch it," Shen Chuyue muttered softly, excitedly typing two words.

[Deal!]

So, one was on-site, the other across a screen, waiting and waiting!

Watching one model after another walk past the platform to the music, yet not seeing the cousin-in-law who was supposed to be on the runway, a bold guess suddenly popped into Shen Chuyue’s mind, "Could it be..."

"Miss Shen."

Her mumbled speculation was interrupted by Mr. Carlo.

Shen Chuyue quickly turned to look, "Mr. Carlo, what can I do for you?"

"Do you know where Miss Jiang has gone?"

Shen Chuyue inwardly panicked, surprised by the old man’s keen interest in her cousin-in-law, even coming to ask her specifically.

"You will see her on stage shortly."

"Oh?" Carlo’s mostly white eyebrows trembled, "Miss Jiang is also a model in the show?"

"Uh, probably."

Originally, she thought her cousin-in-law was just an actress, but now, she wasn’t sure herself.

"I look forward to it."

"Me too."

The conversation between the elder and the youth ended here, and the people sitting behind them quietly stopped eavesdropping.

Could Yun Chan have used a new model this time?

Truly bold!

As the fashion show neared its end, the music in the venue suddenly changed.

A traditional ensemble of qin and flute, accompanied by the ancient xun, immediately evoking the vast and desolate desert setting.

Combined with the surrounding environment, it instantly drew everyone into this atmosphere.

Backstage exit.

Yun Chan held the train in her hand, giving an encouragement gesture to Jiang Lingxi, who turned her head to look, "Lingxi, you can do it."

Jiang Lingxi just wanted to confirm if she could start walking, and seeing the encouragement, she smiled, lifted her foot, and stepped forward.

The scene today, compared to her coronation ceremony in a past life, was only slightly more serious than children playing house.

Talk about nerves or stage fright; those words didn’t exist in her dictionary.

When the figure, glowing under the sunny sky, adorned in a light-colored magnificent robe, walked with her unique steps towards everyone, many hands holding cameras or phones forgot to take pictures.

Walking without matching the music’s rhythm wasn’t a problem; the qin and flute’s traditional tune had unknowingly adapted to Jiang Lingxi’s pace.

Every step seemed to stamp on the hearts of everyone present.

As the figure approached step by step, hearts uncontrollably raced, and emotions—astonishment, tension, awe—flooded together, leaving mouths agape, unable to speak.

Shen Chuyue almost forgot she was supposed to be live streaming for her cousin, staring dazedly at the figure walking past as if looking down on all beings, until they walked away and she couldn’t help but murmur, "Why do I feel like cousin-in-law is about to be crowned?"

Shen Yunqing, watching the video of his majesty walking past: "..."

He wanted to say, you’ve hit the nail on the head!

She really was crowned once.

He could tell that her majesty’s aura was very restrained now; if she unleashed the aura from her coronation, everyone present would kneel!

Shen Yunqing didn’t see, but Jing Huai, who was silenced in front of him, could see clearly.

The way Mr. Shen looked at his phone, respectful as toward a deity, carrying an intense longing nearing eruption.

The figure vanished, the music dissipated.

The show gradually recovered from overwhelming silence.

Uncontrollable chattering began to rise.

"Wow, I was so focused on watching the final act, I forgot to take pictures!"

"Me too, I was about to ask if you got any shots."

"Wasn’t the final model supposed to be Hao Mei? Why was it someone else?"

"I want to say, the change was good. I think the model this time had more presence than Hao Mei; when they walked past me, I instinctively held my breath."

"Honestly, I wanted to rush over and hold the queen’s train!"

"The outfit and the person are simply incredible. As expected from Yun Chan, every move is legendary."

"Does anyone know who that final model was? Where did Yun Chan find someone with such powerful stage presence?"

Backstage, Jiang Lingxi just stood steady when Yun Chan grabbed her hand.

"Lingxi, change careers!"

Jiang Lingxi: "..."

When all models and Yun Chan reappeared together for the curtain call, Yun Chan, beaming, held Jiang Lingxi’s hand and formally took a bow.

Thunderous applause followed, showing no signs of subsiding for a long time, indicating everyone’s overwhelming satisfaction with the show.

Shen Chuyue had just ended the video call with her cousin when she saw Mr. Carlo standing up with a cane.

"Mr. Carlo, where are you going?"

"To the backstage; I want to meet Miss Jiang."

He rarely showed such urgency, not even willing to wait for her to come out.