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Si Fuqing was about to take a look when she noticed another script partially hidden under Sang Yanqing’s hand.

With just a glance, she saw the synopsis.

The film told the story of JIANG Zhaoyue, the orphaned daughter of the Grand Marshal JIANG Haiping and the last survivor of the JIANG family. She rose to become the nation’s heroine after her family’s demise.

Si Fuqing was silent for a moment, recalling her time-travel to the Great Xia Dynasty and hearing JIANG Haiping’s words.

The JIANG family guards the nation’s borders, protecting Yong’an until death.

The JIANG family had fulfilled their promise.

She spoke softly, “I want to play this role, can I?”

This time, it was Sang Yanqing who fell silent.

After a long pause, she sighed deeply. “I knew you’d choose this one. I tried to hide it, but you still found it.”

“Sister Sang, don’t be insincere,” Si Fuqing raised an eyebrow and smiled. “If you really wanted to hide it, you wouldn’t have let me see it.”

“Because I was conflicted too. Playing historical figures is not easy,” Sang Yanqing’s voice grew somber. “If you do well, you become legendary. But everyone has a different image of historical figures in their minds. History fans are crazy. I’m afraid you’ll be criticized.”

“There’s no denying you became famous too early. Many still see you as just a popularity-based star. If you take on a contemporary drama, you can immediately transform your image.”

Even though most of the plot in “The Nation’s Heroine” took place after the Emperor Yin’s death, no one dared to film that part of history, nor could they do it justice.

A director once tried to film the JIANG family’s story, but because he added too much romance, the director, along with the actors, were harshly criticized.

“I think this drama is great,” Si Fuqing said calmly. “We should film more of such dramas to acquaint the audience with our history.”

Sang Yanqing’s eyes burned with determination. “Have you decided?”

“Yes, I have,” Si Fuqing nodded. “I’ll join the cast after my exams in June.”

“Alright,” Sang Yanqing took a deep breath. “We’ll take a gamble. If we succeed, no one will be able to challenge your position in the TV industry for the next twenty years.”

But Sang Yanqing was still worried.

Although history recorded many details about JIANG Zhaoyue, it was still written by later generations.

Who knew what the real nation’s heroine was like?

But once Si Fuqing decided, she would follow through.

“I’ll turn down these two dramas then,” Sang Yanqing stood up. “It’s a pity. If the schedule hadn’t conflicted, you could have taken the contemporary drama as well.”

“This drama’s theme overlaps with the movie I’m preparing to shoot,” Si Fuqing took a sip of water. “It’s not a pity.”

Qu Linyun liked to shoot contemporary dramas, and she had promised to act in his film.

Sang Yanqing was stunned. “You got a movie role on your own?”

Si Fuqing blinked. “It’s a secret for now. I’ll tell you when the script is ready.”

“Alright, you have good judgment,” Sang Yanqing packed up her things. “I’m leaving now.”

At six o’clock, Yu Xiheng came to pick her up after her internship.

Si Fuqing saved a dollar on bike-sharing.

“So happy?” Yu Xiheng opened his eyes. “What good news?”

“I accepted a TV drama,” Si Fuqing rested her chin on her hand. “Boss, you’re a fan of Emperor Yin. You must know JIANG Zhaoyue, right?”

Yu Xiheng’s eyes deepened. “Mhmm, I know.”

Her mention of JIANG Zhaoyue reminded him of the first time he saw her.

When he was eighteen, JIANG Haiping died on the battlefield, leaving JIANG Zhaoyue, who was only six.

Within three years, the nine sons of the JAING family also perished, leaving only Jiang Zhaoyue.

He had people look after the JIANG family, but not long after, he too fell ill and died.

If it weren’t for traveling fifteen hundred years into the future and learning about the subsequent history, Yu Xiheng himself wouldn’t have known that JIANG Zhaoyue would be called “The Nation’s Heroine.”

In history, she was the only heroine comparable to the Empress of the Zhao Dynasty.

But she couldn’t escape an early death.

JIANG Zhaoyue went to the battlefield at eighteen and died at twenty-two.

Si Fuqing nodded. “I want more people to know about that part of history. History shouldn’t be forgotten.”

When her gaming pod arrived, she could travel back to the Great Xia Dynasty again.

Last time she met JIANG Haiping, so she was sure she could meet JIANG Zhaoyue.

She wondered how many years had passed for Emperor Yin since her last visit.

Yu Xiheng noticed her zoning out and spoke softly. “What are you thinking about?”

“Uh?” Si Fuqing looked up. “Raising someone is the happiest thing in the world!”

“Is that so?” Yu Xiheng raised an eyebrow, smiling subtly. “Like watching you rise from infamy to being a top star?”

Si Fuqing blinked. “It’s a bit different. You didn’t know me when I was little.”

Yu Xiheng’s eyes darkened, his voice calm. “It’s a pity.”

“Boss, do you want to spend New Year in An City?” Si Fuqing hesitated before asking. “Tangtang agreed.”

She knew he never returned to the Yu family, and the New Year was a time for family. Wouldn’t it be lonely?

Yu Xiheng was momentarily surprised and then lightly chuckled. “Alright.”

She was indeed making progress.

The water temperature was just right.

Feng San was driving.

“Feng San, with Miss Si protecting Brother Nine, we have nothing to do,” said Xi Jiang from the passenger seat. “Why not take this opportunity to sign up for that dating psychology course? Maybe we’ll find someone in the class.”

Feng San replied, “… you weren’t expecting the family to assign you a partner, can you?”

If they could do that, the family head wouldn’t still be single.

“It’s worth a try,” Xi Jiang was eager. “I’ll sign up, and you should too.”

Feng San coldly refused.

But once they got back to the villa, he secretly signed up.

**

The first episode of “The Birth of an Employee” was scheduled for thirty days of recording, ending just a day before New Year’s Eve.

Now it was the last week of the internship.

The interns had begun entering the operating room.

“Today you will perform surgeries, observed by the judges,” Qin Yusong announced. “The scores from these surgeries will account for 60% of your total grade. Let’s draw lots now.”

He drew the first name: “Bai Jinxi.”

When Qin Yusong drew the second name, he paused as he read it.

Hadn’t he specifically told the nurse to remove Si Fuqing’s name?

Why was it still there?

“We should redraw,” Qin Yusong was about to put the paper back when a voice interrupted him.

“Teacher Qin, everyone is watching. It wouldn’t be fair to redraw,” Wu Wanying raised her hand. “Whoever is drawn should participate. We’re all here to be evaluated.”

Bai Jinxi remained silent.

She knew exactly whose name Qin Yusong had drawn.

She had paid the nurse to rig the draw.

Si Fuqing’s name was bound to be picked.

After holding back for so long, it was time for Si Fuqing to be exposed.

She would make Si Fuqing realize that surgery was vastly different from theoretical practice.

All eyes turned to Si Fuqing.

Qin Yusong’s hand, which had been about to return the paper, hesitated, and his sharp gaze fell on Wu Wanying.

He had noticed Wu Wanying’s strong ambition during these twenty-odd days of internship.

Qin Yusong knew Si Fuqing’s true identity, but the other interns did not.

To them, Si Fuqing was just a celebrity.

Why did Wu Wanying, a third-year graduate student from Great Xia University, insist on comparing herself to a celebrity?

Everyone had their own expertise, but the problem was that Si Fuqing excelled in all areas.

Si Fuqing had asked him to keep her presence low-key to avoid putting too much pressure on the other interns.

Qin Yusong had even seen Si Fuqing helping Chen Wenxin with her studies.

Si Fuqing was considerate in every way, but some people just couldn’t recognize their own limitations.

Qin Yusong decided not to put the paper back and read out the name.

“Si Fuqing.”

Since some people insisted on humiliating themselves, so be it.