[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-the-more-tragic-i-act-the-stronger-i-get-my-fans":3,"chapter-the-more-tragic-i-act-the-stronger-i-get-my-fans-the-more-tragic-i-act-the-stronger-i-get-my-fans-chapter-150":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","The More Tragic I Act, the Stronger I Get — My Fans Beg Me to Stop Killing Off My Roles",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},1297714,1723,"Chapter 150: The Farewell My Concubine","the-more-tragic-i-act-the-stronger-i-get-my-fans-chapter-150",150,"\u003Cp>The day of filming for The Farewell My Concubine arrived.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the film studio on the outskirts of the capital,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wei Song personally took command, issuing an absolute order.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All non-essential personnel were to leave the tent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even the crew's general assistants were repeatedly instructed not to make any unnecessary noise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The snow machine had already started operating, simulated goose-feather snowflakes whipped up by strong winds,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>pattering down continuously onto the tent roof with a soft rustling sound.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From all directions, speakers hidden in every corner simultaneously began playing that lost Chu song.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was precisely that piece, \"Eight Thousand Souls.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"My king's spirit is spent, how can this lowly concubine bear to live on?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Low, mournful choral singing drifted over from the distance, layered and overlapping.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Behind the monitor, people were already crowded together.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qin Feng, Liu Hanyu, Huang Shengqiu...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These veteran actors who had no scenes scheduled for today had all, as if by unspoken agreement, appeared here.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>None of them spoke, they just watched quietly that black great tent surrounded by wind, snow, and mournful song.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Each person held a strong premonition in their heart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The scene that was about to unfold might, perhaps, be a performance worthy of being recorded in the annals of history.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The clapper loader raised the clapperboard and snapped it shut forcefully before the camera.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Clap!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The crisp sound was swiftly swallowed by the howling wind and snow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Filming officially began.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside the tent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Candle flames flickered, stretching human shadows long and short.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ci, portraying Xiang Yu, wore a coarse cloth casual robe, its edges even frayed and worn.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That set of black armor which once symbolized supreme glory was discarded casually by his side on the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He sat alone, kneeling before the cold low table.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In his hand was a piece of coarse cloth, mechanically wiping, over and over again, the sword that had accompanied him through years of campaigns north and south.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His movements were slow, numb.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was a complete \"release of tension.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No longer the Conqueror of Western Chu who looked down upon the world with an aura that could swallow mountains and rivers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was just a man with a broken spine, utterly crushed by reality.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Yingfei, portraying Yu Ji, sat quietly to the side.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Watching Xiang Yu's utterly desolate back, her tears had long since fallen silently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Words unspoken, tears flowed first.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Finally, she could bear it no longer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"My king...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her voice choked, carrying a shattered despair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"We... why don't we go to the Wu River?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ci's motion of wiping the sword halted abruptly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He did not turn around.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a long while, a broken and hollow voice finally came from him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I led eight thousand sons across the river to come here. Now, not a single one returns.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What face do I have to see the elders of Jiangdong again?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He slowly set down the sword in his hand, pushed against the table, and stood up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His body swayed once before he barely steadied himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I cannot live on like that scoundrel Liu Bang, surviving like a stray dog.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I, am the Conqueror of Western Chu.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He spoke those last five words extremely softly, yet they carried the weight of a thousand pounds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was his final pride.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He slowly turned and walked step by step to stand before Yu Ji.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He reached out his hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But not to wipe the tears from her face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That hand which once could lift a thousand-pound cauldron now trembled slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His fingertips were rough, bearing the thick calluses left from years of gripping a sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gently, he touched Yu Ji's cold, damp cheek.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The action did not seem like wiping away tears.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was more like confirming whether the woman before him, who had shed all her tears for him, truly existed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Don't cry.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His words held a faint trace of a bitter smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ci stared hollowly at the flickering candle flames on the tent ceiling, murmuring to himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Dawn... is about to break.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He paused, withdrawing his hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"For me... dance one last time.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Yingfei nodded, tears in her eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her tears, at this moment, completely broke through the dam.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She did not say another word.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instead, she stood up, walked over, and drew the other sword from Jiang Ci's waist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A long sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Behind the monitor, Wei Song and screenwriter Li Jun exchanged a sharp glance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Both saw extreme shock in the other's eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The script called for a short sword!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A short sword, symbolizing feminine grace and poignant sorrow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Zhao Yingfei had chosen a long sword!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was a warrior's weapon!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She hadn't discussed this change with anyone!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Yingfei stood firm in the tent, holding the long sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She did not begin to dance immediately.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instead, she raised her head. Those tear-filled eyes seemed to pierce through the thick tent ceiling,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>gazing towards that pitch-black night sky swirling with heavy snow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As if sharing one final look with the eight thousand unyielding heroic souls outside the tent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She slowly raised the long sword in her hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The tip of the sword did not point at herself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It pointed towards the tent entrance, towards the direction from which the Chu songs came from all sides!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her lips moved soundlessly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As if saying: Watch!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The choral singing of \"Eight Thousand Souls\" outside the tent suddenly surged with passion at this moment!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Yingfei's \"Po Zhen Wu\" had begun!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The long sword sliced through the air with a sound like wind and thunder!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The opening move was a fierce, decisive slash!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not a trace of grace, not a hint of lingering tenderness!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her dance posture was filled with a wild sense of power!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Slash! Hack! Thrust! Parry!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every movement was the most direct killing technique from the battlefield!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sword light swirled, reflecting her pale yet incredibly resolute face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sweat and tears mixed together, dripping from her jaw.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Behind the monitor, silence reigned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone was struck speechless by this sacrificial dance brimming with defiance and resolve.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>However, an even more unexpected scene occurred.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ci, portraying Xiang Yu, did not immerse himself in sorrow as the script dictated,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>watching Yu Ji dance her final dance for him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He moved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stood up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Step by step, with immense heaviness, he walked to the tent entrance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He reached out with that still slightly trembling hand and lifted the heavy tent flap.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The biting cold wind, carrying goose-feather snowflakes, instantly poured in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whipping his robes into a furious flutter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He gazed out at the boundless wind and snow, at the dark, dense mass of the Han Army camp in the distance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Behind him was Yu Ji's resolute sword dance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before him was the final resting place of his eight thousand sons, the already predetermined dead end.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this moment, he was not watching a dance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was watching his own end.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yu Ji's dance was a farewell to the eight thousand sons of Jiangdong, and also a farewell to him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The two were in the same space.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet, using completely different methods, they faced the same tragic conclusion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This sense of tragic grandeur, of time and space interwoven, instantly elevated the entire scene's scope,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>from a lovers' tearful farewell to a full-blown elegy for a dynasty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Behind the monitor, screenwriter Li Jun's body trembled uncontrollably.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He braced himself against the chair's armrest to barely remain standing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Madmen...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He murmured to himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"These two... are both madmen!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wei Song did not speak.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stared fixedly at the image on the monitor, afraid of missing a single detail.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ci and Zhao Yingfei were creating a myth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A pinnacle of tragic aesthetics!\u003C\u002Fp>",1277,"2026-06-05T18:00:08.556Z",1,"novelbin.me","f8ef82174429d8c5fe1215b1e1d1bcc48dc004f38a49101d984d93811fb09ba2","the-more-tragic-i-act-the-stronger-i-get-my-fans-chapter-1","the-more-tragic-i-act-the-stronger-i-get-my-fans-chapter-149",366,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fthe-more-tragic-i-act-the-stronger-i-get-my-fans-cover.jpg"]