The Glamorous Comeback of the Ousted Heiress novel Chapter 322

Chapter 322: 124 Weibo exploded, Yan Lu’s backstage_1

Ever since the day the script was acquired, thousands of netizens had started discussing why it shouldn’t be adapted into a film.

No one could bring to life the heroic spirit of blood-stained sands and decisive swordplay amidst the clouds.

Especially the role of Bai Xiangjun, the woman who went to war.

The historians who recorded her story did not skimp on their adjectives.

She bore her spear in salute to the mountains and rivers, her sword’s shadow fierce as she alone charged through thousands of troops.

There were even rumors on the forums that when the historian wrote about the Bai Family, Chen Ye’s knife was at his throat.

When Wan Qiushan was casting the role, he left this character for last; he truly was stunned by Yan Lu’s audition, as if parting the clouds to see the bright sky of tomorrow.

He couldn’t find a single fault with Yan Lu.

But now, Wan Qiushan felt that flaws were all over Yan Lu—

For instance, her spearwork was not as effortless as desired, neither fast nor fierce enough.

Her expression lacked the flirtatious heroism.

Even her every gesture failed to casually show the confidence of someone who could command the land.

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No one present spoke; after filming for so long, everyone in the crew had become an expert on the “Great Yong” era, knowing well the legendary youth from just the recorded merits of history.

Let alone when that historical figure stood before them. _{ƒrēewebnoѵёl.cσm}

The whole performance lasted a mere two minutes.

Bright garb, noble steed, an air of dashing elegance.

Their blood was almost bursting from their bones; at this moment, the crew understood why the history’s Bai Family’s troops were unstoppable and would rather die than kneel, earning both the dread and respect of their enemies and the wary speculation of their king.

With a strong leader, there could be no weak soldiers!

Chu Yue was swept to the ground by the gust of the spear, not even touched by Bai Lian’s spearhead; sitting on the ground in terror, he looked at the cold spear pointed at him, his face and body covered in dust, in a sorry state.

Bai Lian glanced at him—

Such a type would be scorned even by the lowliest soldiers in the rear camp.

If enemies were all the likes of Chu Yue, there would have been no need for the three thousand warriors of the Xuanjia Army.

“Coward,” she judged.

Then she plunged her spear into the ground and dismounted, carelessly handing the reins to Yan Lu. Her gesture was casual and slovenly, clearly not sharp, yet her presence was immense.

The decisiveness seen through her visage hinted at a fierceness as cutting as the east wind.