Chapter 388

On the magnificent stage, two cylindrical high platforms carried two women in ancient costumes as they slowly rose. On the left was Li Jing, dressed in the luxurious and dignified attire of a Queen, and on the right was He Lele, enveloped in a vibrant pomegranate-red color, her long, trailing phoenix-tail gauze dress paired with charming, retro peach-blossom makeup, instantly making her, who previously seemed unremarkable in appearance, look stunningly beautiful.

"Your Majesty! Please retract your order!" Li Jing's earnest and anxious voice seemed to pierce through time and space, shaking the entire venue.

The stage plunged into darkness. A few seconds later, a spotlight hit the center of the stage, and a low couch carved with dragons slowly rotated, gradually revealing the true face of a majestic figure leaning sideways on the couch with one arm supporting his head.

A half-draped, bright yellow inner robe, a half-exposed, sturdy chest, long black hair half-hanging and half-tied, and a pair of soul-stealing eyes half-open and half-closed—

"My Queen, are you speaking to me?" The fatally sexy lips moved slightly.

The entire studio was dead silent for nearly ten seconds, and then...

"Ahhhhhh—Seeing Ruan Lin! Ahhhhhh! Seeing Ruan Lin! Seeing Ruan Lin!" Almost all the women in the audience fell into a near-death frenzy.

Seeing Ruan Lin raised his eyes coldly.

The women's bodies shivered from the inside out, their screams cut short, yet their souls seemed intoxicated, watching the sexy, domineering, and seductive King on stage with accelerated breathing.

"Your Majesty!" Another spotlight hit, and a woman dressed similarly to Li Jing was kneeling sideways in front of the couch, her expression worried yet firm—the double Best Actress, Ye Chen! People knew this was the character Li Jing was dubbing. In other words, the fourth group's performance was two female characters being dubbed, with Seeing Ruan Lin providing the original voice for his role.

There was already one Best Actor and one Best Actress; who was the third person?

Before the audience could guess further, Li Jing's emotionally rich and deep voice temporarily hooked everyone's attention back to the plot. Dignified and loyal, gentle and virtuous, respectful and compassionate, and graceful in every way, Li Jing's well-paced dubbing combined seamlessly with Ye Chen's subtle yet skillful performance, making people sigh that such a virtuous Queen had to offer such sorrowful advice. But when their eyes turned to the cold and uninhibited "King" on the couch, they immediately lost their temper.

"Has my Queen finished speaking?"

"Your Majesty!"

Seeing Ruan Lin waved his right hand. "My Queen is a connoisseur of music; why not listen to the vulgar music of the folk workshops?"

As soon as Seeing Ruan Lin finished speaking, the beautiful sound of the zither and flute harmonized, and the third spotlight finally appeared.

Long sleeves danced lightly, red gauze filled the sky with every movement, and in the spinning and turning, she was breathtakingly beautiful, her charm enchanting! A stunning face, gentle yet seductive, with a touch of transcendence, and beneath that transcendence, a hint of allure!

Who? Who is this? Clearly familiar, but—if they had seen such a goddess-level beauty, how could they not remember her name!

"Clouds recall her garments, flowers her face, the spring breeze brushes the railing, the dew is thick. If not seen at the top of Qunyu Mountain, one would meet her under the moon at the Jade Terrace. Famous flowers and the country rejoice together, often seen by the King with a smile. Explaining the infinite hatred of the spring breeze, leaning against the railing north of the Shenxiang Pavilion..."

Forgetting to breathe, forgetting to blink, when the beauty with graceful dance moves and intoxicating singing voice bowed before the King's couch under the spotlight, what came to people's minds was—this is the true goddess! Such dance, such a singing voice—uh! Almost forgot, the singing should be He Lele's; this script really brought out the strengths of the two contestants to the extreme! Li Jing was naturally good at these high-status female roles, and He Lele's singing voice had also been recognized by industry professionals as having extraordinary talent.

"What a line, 'Famous flowers and the country rejoice together, often seen by the King with a smile.' Come up, let me take a good look at you."

"This commoner dares not."

"Your Majesty! The soldiers of Suobei are still shedding blood on the battlefield, please, Your Majesty—"

"I told you to come up!"

The beauty in the red dress rose softly, glanced at the Queen beside her without any respect, and walked gracefully toward the low couch.

Seeing Ruan Lin reached out and pulled the beauty into his arms.

Gasps erupted, yet such a scene made people unable to muster the courage to even be jealous.

"Beauty, tell my Queen, for whom do the soldiers of Suobei fight."

"The soldiers of Suobei fight for my King." Her voice was soft and seductive, naturally intoxicating.

"Heh... since that's the case, how can I fail the thousands of soldiers and not enjoy this beautiful landscape and beauty?" Seeing Ruan Lin laughed wildly and lowered his head to kiss the beauty's red lips.

Ahhh—the audience's screams were still suppressed in their throats, but the situation on stage changed suddenly.

Seeing Ruan Lin pushed the beauty in his arms away violently and spat out bright red blood. "You, you—"

"Tyrant! You should have died long ago!" A bright, pure, and hateful male voice suddenly came from the beauty's mouth, which was also spilling blood. As he spoke, the "beauty" pulled out the golden hairpin from his head and stabbed it toward Seeing Ruan Lin.

"Your Majesty! Ah—" The golden hairpin sank into his chest.

"Rong'er!" Seeing Ruan Lin supported the "Queen" who had blocked the blow in front of him, his eyes splitting as he struck the stunned "beauty" to death with one palm.

"Your Majesty... Rong'er, can, can no longer, accompany Your Majesty by your side... Your Majesty..."

"Rong'er! My Queen!"

The sorrowful cry echoed throughout the stage.

When the stage lights brightened and Li Jing and He Lele bowed and descended with the platforms, the audience finally reacted and gave enthusiastic applause. Many tearful audience members were already streaming with tears, and after looking at each other, they couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"Ah! Qin Zhixiu!"

"Qin Zhixiu? Where? Where?"

"That beauty just now! That beauty just now was Qin Zhixiu! Ahhhhh!"

"What?"