This logic seemed flawless—after all, incompetence and depravity were the essence of every Faint Lord.
Lin Zixi gave Ye Can a once-over, somewhat surprised by the logic in her words. She nodded in agreement. “That’s true. The real Faint Lords recorded in history were supposed to be incompetent and useless.”
“But I can’t write it that way.”
A script needed dramatic conflict and tension. Without strong character traits and plot pull, the story wouldn’t be captivating.
A truly incompetent person just endlessly degenerating? How could that compare to a heroic young monarch falling for love, which the audience would adore?
Lin Zixi turned back, typing away on her keyboard as she said, “If the king who lit beacon fires to amuse the feudal lords was an extraordinary man, wouldn’t that make the story even more touching?”
Ye Can pouted in dissatisfaction. “Lighting beacon fires to amuse the feudal lords—what’s touching about that?”
As expected, she’s still young, Lin Zixi thought. Her thinking is simple, and she doesn’t have those romantic notions yet.
She sighed, speaking with earnest advice. “You’ll understand when you’re a bit older.”
Ye Can shot back, “Even if I grow a few years older, I still won’t want to understand. Lighting beacon fires to amuse the feudal lords just to win a beauty’s smile—why not ask what the beauty actually wants?”
“If you’re going to be a Faint Lord, you can give her the whole world. If you can give her the world, why worry about her smile?”
Lin Zixi was drawn in by her words. She turned her head, looking at Ye Can sincerely. “That’s pretty Faint Lord logic, actually.”
Of course it is, Ye Can thought. It’s my profession.
Ye Can raised an eyebrow, smugly telling Lin Zixi, “So you think what I said makes sense?”
Lin Zixi nodded. “It does make sense, but… do you think a beauty would like a Faint Lord like that?”
An incompetent, puppet-like ruler—would anyone really fall for that?
Ye Can searched her heart and got stumped by the question. After a long pause, she raised her voice in defense. “Why wouldn’t a beauty like that?”
The you right in front of me followed me into death because you liked me, didn’t you?
Lin Zixi asked with keen interest, “Alright, even if someone did like him, what do you think they’d like about such a Faint Lord?”
At that, Ye Can started counting on her fingers. “Of course it’s because he’s good-looking, top-notch at swordsmanship and riding, funny and witty, bold and visionary.”
Lin Zixi burst out laughing. “There might be something to that.”
Liking someone for their looks was universal across eras. If that was the reason, it was forgivable.
But it lacked drama. For a romance to be tear-jerking and epic, it needed something unique.
The love between a Calamity Nation Beauty and a Faint Lord was both reviled and revered because the Faint Lord had his own standout qualities, plus his devotion to the beauty over his empire.
In film and TV, those reasons for love had to hold up under scrutiny and amplification.
Ye Can’s points were reasonable, but they wouldn’t shine in a script. Lin Zixi had no intention of changing the character. She just kept typing with crisp keystrokes.
Ye Can slumped in the chair behind her, watching her continue. Disappointed, she said, “You’re not going to rewrite it?”
Lin Zixi nodded. “Nope.”
Ye Can muttered in dissatisfaction, “Then why bother talking to me so much if you’re not changing it.”
Lin Zixi ignored the grumbling and kept writing.
Seeing how focused she was, Ye Can grabbed the bag of chips again and crunched away.
The office fell quiet once more. Ye Can sat behind Lin Zixi, watching her dark hair sway gently with her trembling shoulders, gazing at her face for a long time.
That gentle profile, slender shoulders, fair and soft hands—everything was a familiar, beautiful sight from her past life.
Lin Zixi really is a beauty, Ye Can thought.
Truly a beauty.
Why had she robbed her and brought her back to the palace back then?
Ye Can thought carefully and suddenly remembered the group of beauties she’d saved from burial with her father and brothers. Comparing them one by one, even all the beauties in the entire Yan Prince’s Palace didn’t measure up to the Lin Zixi before her now.
That’s why she’d snatched Lin Zixi, even if it meant only a few short years together—Ye Can would stop at nothing to have her.
With that thought, Ye Can sighed. “Why do I feel like you’ve gotten even more beautiful than before?”
Lin Zixi’s long fingers paused over the keyboard. She’d only applied toner and moisturizer before heading out today—how was that more beautiful than yesterday’s full makeup?
Out of politeness, though, she said, “Thanks.”
Ye Can replied, “You’re welcome.”
Winter was harsh. Even with the office heater on, chill seeped in. After typing for nearly an hour, Lin Zixi’s hands felt cold.
Reluctantly, she stopped, cupping her icy hands to her lips and blowing on them.
Ye Can, sitting behind her, jumped up immediately. In one big stride, she reached Lin Zixi, grabbed her hands, and clasped them in her own palms.
“My hands are warm,” Ye Can said hurriedly. “I’ll warm yours up.”
The sudden warmth from hands like a furnace stunned Lin Zixi. She looked up at Ye Can, who was earnestly rubbing her hands to warm them, and tried to pull away discreetly. “No need, really.”
The way is too intimate… too over the line.
Lin Zixi tugged a few times, but her hands wouldn’t budge.
The kid’s grip is too strong. After struggling a bit, she met Ye Can’s puzzled gaze and explained calmly, “My hands will warm up on their own in a bit. No need to trouble yourself.”
But Ye Can thought Lin Zixi was dissatisfied with the warmth. She frowned. “Your hands are always ice-cold—how could they warm up like that?”
“Never mind, it’ll be faster with my help.”
Without another word, Ye Can guided Lin Zixi’s hands under her own clothes. “It’s warmer inside here. Lucky you.”
Lin Zixi had poor circulation and turned to ice in winter. Ye Can, on the other hand, ran hot, like a fire even in the cold.
In past winters, she’d warm Lin Zixi with her body as thanks for cooling her off in summer.
As her fingers touched soft, scorching warmth, Lin Zixi froze solid.
Ye Can gripped both her wrists firmly, pressing her hands against her abdomen to warm them. Lin Zixi struggled to pull free. “Wait… Ye Can, this… this…”
Don’t you realize anything wrong with this?
The usually clear-headed woman found her mind a total mess. For a moment, Lin Zixi couldn’t tell if Ye Can was sexually harassing her, or if she was harassing Ye Can.
But Ye Can was oblivious to such nuances. She just frowned. “What’s wrong? Not satisfied?”
Lin Zixi shook her head frantically. “No, no…”
Before she could explain, a knock sounded at the door.
“Teacher Lin, Director Yu wants you over.”
Just then, the field recorder pushed the door open and caught the sight of Lin Zixi’s hands inside Ye Can’s clothes.
Their pose was so intimate, like they were doing something illicit.
The field recorder froze, then quickly backed out, tactfully closing the door.
After the soft click, his voice came clearly from outside. “Teacher Lin, Director Yu wants your guidance. I’ll head out—you come over in a bit.”
Lin Zixi stayed composed and replied through the door, “Got it. Thanks for running the errand. I’ll be there soon.”
Afterward, even the usually unflappable Lin Zixi couldn’t help glancing up at Ye Can. My clean reputation in the crew is probably ruined after today.
Ye Can looked baffled by her stare. “What’s up? Is my body not warm enough?”
That can’t be—she’s practically sweating. If my body isn’t warm, what will warm her?
Lin Zixi’s head throbbed. She could only agree. “No, it’s plenty warm.”
As she spoke, she glanced from the corner of her eye at the bodyguard still standing dutifully nearby. What a headache.
She only hoped Ye Can’s overly familiar behavior wouldn’t cause trouble. Otherwise, if big shot Ye Shen took offense, a nobody like her couldn’t handle it.
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