After Having Everything Taken Away, She Returns As A God

Chapter 845: It’s Over, Shocked, Embroidery (2)

It felt as if a heavy hammer had struck her chest. She spat out blood again, and stars began to dance before her eyes.

Xiao Wenjian noticed that Si Fuqing also looked up, and his expression softened. He patiently explained, “This plaque is quite old. It dates back to Emperor Yin’s era and was personally written by Emperor Yin. It is restored every year.”

Si Fuqing seemed thoughtful. “No wonder,” she murmured.

After a moment, she politely made a request. “Uncle Xiao, may I take a photo?”

Xiao Wenjian was taken aback. “A photo?”

Mu Qingmeng chuckled. “Little Fuqing is a history enthusiast. Her favorite is His Majesty.”

“I see,” Xiao Wenjian nodded, pleased. “Miss Si, feel free to take as many as you like.”

Si Fuqing took out her phone and snapped a few pictures, saving them.

Only those who had witnessed that period of history could understand what a turbulent era it was.

It was a time both loved and hated.

Hated for the barbarian invasions of the Northern State, resulting in countless military casualties.

Loved for the countless individuals who stood up to defend their homeland.

“All right,” Mu Qingmeng waved her hand, “Shuihan, Miss Si needs to head to Mo City for a show. Escort her, and don’t let her worry about the rest.”

JIANG Shuihan nodded. “This way, Miss Si.”

“By the way,” Mu Qingmeng remembered something and smiled, “Your show will take you to the Western Continent. I’ve informed my son. If you encounter any issues, seek his help. I’ve sent him your WeChat; he’ll add you soon.”

Si Fuqing smiled back. “Thank you, Aunt Mu.”

Bai Jinxie was still sprawled on the ground, her mind snapping under the pressure.

She couldn’t forget the three characters she saw.

Thousand Army Alliance!

It was the Thousand Army Alliance!

And the woman addressed as “Lady” was the wife of the Alliance Leader?

Bai Jinxie’s face turned even paler.

How could she have done something so foolish?

Moreover, Si Fuqing had such a close relationship with the Thousand Army Alliance, yet she hadn’t mentioned it at all?

If it were her, she would have boasted about it everywhere.

Why did Si Fuqing keep such a low profile?

Was it to deliberately harm her?

Whatever Bai Jinxie thought, it was evident on her face, and Mu Qingmeng caught it all.

“Unrepentant,” Mu Qingmeng’s voice turned cold. “Deal with her according to the law. Take her away.”

**

Meanwhile.

JIANG Shuihan escorted Si Fuqing to the nearest parking lot before returning to the Thousand Army Alliance.

Feng San, with sharp eyes, waved his hand. “Miss Si, over here.”

“Boss, do you have some grudge with the Thousand Army Alliance?” Si Fuqing opened the car door and got in. “You kept your distance.”

Yu Xiheng thought of the Dragon Sparrow Sword, which had been enshrined in the armory for years, and felt a headache.

The saying that weapons have spirits was not false.

The Dragon Sparrow Sword had followed him for many years, soaking in too much blood, and thus gained a spirit.

Within fifty meters of him, it would emit a faint hum.

His era had passed, and he did not want to disturb others.

Yu Xiheng sighed, speaking faintly, “Something like that.”

“Boss, I secretly took some photos for you.” Si Fuqing took out her phone, showing him the picture of the plaque. “You must have practiced writing the Emperor Yin script before, right? Although the form is different, you have your own style.”

Yu Xiheng’s brows lifted slightly, and he smiled. “Very clever.”

In his past life, he was left-handed.

After his rebirth, the habit was hard to change, but he had to be cautious.

So now, he wrote with his right hand.

Yu Xiheng gazed at the plaque he had written long ago, his eyes deep and distant.

“I’m going to rest for a while,” Si Fuqing stretched lazily, “The working person has to resurrect and work again.”

“Yes,” Yu Xiheng returned to the present. “Sleep for a bit, we’ll be boarding the plane soon.”

**

Four hours later, the plane arrived in Mo City.

Si Fuqing, full of energy, grabbed her suitcase and headed straight to the Heaven Earth Alliance.

Heaven Earth Alliance had arranged hotels for the program crew and interns.

Gu Huiyan originally wanted to book a presidential suite for her, but Si Fuqing refused special treatment and chose a standard room.

As soon as she put down her luggage, Director Qin knocked on her door.

“Coming,” Si Fuqing wiped her hands, “Director Qin, I’ll be right there.”

“No rush, some people haven’t arrived yet,” Director Qin coughed twice. “I’ve discussed with your manager about your next show, ‘The Great Xia’s National Treasure.’ Interested?”

“A talk show?” Si Fuqing pondered. “I’ve watched a few episodes. It’s about antiques.”

“Yes,” Director Qin nodded. “But the latest episode will change its format. It will be a dialogue across millennia. We will have actors portray famous historical figures, and the host and guests will converse with them.”

“No problem,” Si Fuqing made an OK gesture. “I like it. After shooting ‘The Nation’s Heroine,’ I’ll join.”

“Are you really going to shoot ‘The Nation’s Heroine’?” Director Qin was surprised. “You are remarkable.”

Many stars were afraid of being criticized and stayed within their comfort zones.

But Si Fuqing was different, always choosing challenging roles.

“One must surpass oneself,” Si Fuqing said lazily. “Let’s go.”

In the intern room.

The interns had all arrived.

As soon as Si Fuqing entered, all eyes turned to her.

She was bare-faced, yet even more beautiful than on camera, making it hard for anyone to look away.

“Teacher Si,” Song Wenhua stepped forward first. “Hello, Teacher Si. I’m Song Wenhua, taking the college entrance exam with you this year.”

Si Fuqing shook her hand. “Hello.”

Song Wenhua had to admit, Si Fuqing had both acting skills and charisma.

If Si Fuqing hadn’t turned down the script for “The Solitary Journey,” the role would not have fallen to her.

She had to thank Si Fuqing for making room for her to win the Cloud Award for Best Actress next year.

“The Nation’s Heroine” was indeed a serious drama, adapted from true history with a broad audience base.

But because it was true history, it was also difficult to shoot.

Thinking of this, Song Wenhua’s smile became more genuine.

Si Fuqing sat in her designated seat.

The team leaders were all senior members of the Heaven Earth Alliance.

Two men and two women began asking each intern about their expertise in the field of medicine.

When it was Si Fuqing’s turn, she thought for a moment. “I can do a bit of painting and embroidery.”

Embroidery?

The mention of this word surprised the team leaders.

Embroidery was one of the ancient cultural traditions of Great Xia, but few were willing to learn it anymore.

However, because theatrical performance was also an art, the team leaders assumed Si Fuqing would mention acting.

“Can you do a bit of embroidery?” a female leader asked with a smile. “Could you tell us about the different embroidery techniques?”

Si Fuqing, calm and composed, replied unhurriedly, “Random stitch, straight stitch, coiling stitch, overlapping stitch, flick stitch…”

She listed all the techniques without a pause.

All the interns were now staring at her, some in amazement, others in disbelief.

The female teacher nodded repeatedly, then passed the topic to the next intern.

“Wow, I didn’t expect Si Fuqing to be so serious about learning,” a male intern whispered. “But being able to do embroidery is a good persona. She can attract many fans with just a little embroidery.”

“You can memorize the techniques,” Song Wenhua nodded. “Her memory is indeed impressive, but given her age, she probably doesn’t really know how to do it.”

“At her age, it’s indeed unlikely,” Duan Jingtao shrugged. “But my junior sister is different. She not only knows these techniques but can do them. She’s eighteen this year.”

Eighteen, a year younger than Si Fuqing.

His words piqued everyone’s curiosity.

Song Wenhua was the first to ask, “Who is Mr. Duan’s junior sister?”

“Qingwei is my junior sister. She’s from the Ji family, and I can’t match her,” Duan Jingtao smiled. “She’s in poor health, or she would have joined this program.”

But if Ji Qingwei had really joined “The Birth of an Employee,” it would have been a one-sided competition.

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