Ye Can finished shooting her last scene of the afternoon at around five-thirty in the evening. By then, the sun had fully dipped below the bustling city skyline. The lingering daytime heat was swiftly eroded by the night breeze, and the temperature plummeted.
There was still a major night scene to film, so the crew bustled about setting up the interior set. Even after wrapping, Ye Can remained in her eunuch costume, propping up her aching back in a corner of the set as she gazed at the dim yellow sky in the distance.
The grand, imposing palace eaves pierced into the twilight, shrouded in a thick haze. For a fleeting moment, Ye Can felt herself blurring the line between reality and illusion—everything before her eyes seemed like a dream.
She wasn’t sure how long she stared like that when a tantalizing aroma of food wafted to her nose. Her stomach rumbled right on cue. The overwhelming hunger yanked her back to reality. Ye Can placed a hand on her flat belly, frowning.
She turned her head and spotted crew members wheeling in a food cart amid the crowd, handing out meals to the extras and staff alike.
“Dinner time! Dinner time! Drop what you’re doing and eat!” a staffer shouted.
The call stirred Ye Can into action. She scratched her cheek and shuffled over with the flow of people.
She grabbed a tray like the other extras and mimicked them as the cart attendant scooped food onto it. Everything felt so novel.
It was as if she’d never experienced something so grounded in everyday life, and she rather liked it. Following the extras’ lead, she plopped down on the ground, tray in hand, and dug in.
By this world’s standards, this was probably the first meal Ye Can had earned through her own labor. She thought it tasted great. The only downside? The portions were too small.
Ye Can suspected the Immoral God had tampered with her modern body somehow—otherwise, why would her appetite have ballooned like this, leaving her perpetually unsatisfied?
She polished off the tray but still wasn’t full. Clutching the empty dish, she eyed the cart hesitantly.
She wasn’t sure yet if the food was one serving per person or if you could go back for more until stuffed. Back in her Yan Kingdom, common folk were lucky to have any rice at all—getting full was a luxury for those with status.
It wasn’t until she saw a burly man carrying his empty tray back to the cart that Ye Can stood and approached.
She stood before the cart attendant and wordlessly extended her tray.
The uncle manning the food looked up, saw the pretty young girl in front of him, and grinned. “Still growing, huh? Not full yet?”
Ye Can nodded. The uncle scooped her another helping. “If you ask me, being a star or not, kids like you should eat more. You all look half-starved like monkeys—what if you get sick?”
Ye Can recalled what she knew about acting and realized it was tough work. You couldn’t eat what you wanted; it was hard. But if you did, you’d have to work even harder to stay in shape.
No industry is easy.
But Ye Can wasn’t afraid. Overeating might kill me, but starving is the real disaster.
She had few attachments in life. A good meal, a good sleep, then death—perfect.
With that thought, she nudged her tray toward the uncle again. She said nothing, but he got the hint. “Want seconds?”
Ye Can nodded vigorously, then added, “I can eat a lot. Give me more.”
“You got it—extra big scoop for you.” The uncle piled her tray high with white rice in one go.
Ye Can went through the motions, and when she walked away, her heaping tray of food drew plenty of stares.
That’s a ton of food—she’ll never finish it. What a waste.
Ye Can ignored the looks, settled on some steps, and ate without a care. In just five or six minutes, the tray was empty.
Onlookers who glanced her way were stunned by her appetite. Who knew this little thing was such a big eater?
Half-full at best, Ye Can cradled her empty tray and eyed the cart nearby.
As she debated another round, a timid girl’s voice piped up beside her. “I have an extra chicken leg here. Want it?”
Ye Can turned to see the girl who’d sidled up to her. She looked familiar—right, the kid she’d met when she first arrived on set that morning.
Ye Can eyed her warily, saying nothing.
The girl’s cheeks flushed as she sat down beside Ye Can uninvited. “Don’t get me wrong—I just saw you plow through all that food and still look hungry, so I thought you might want the chicken leg.”
The girl was chatty, plopping down and beaming. “You’ve got such a great appetite! I get full after two bites.”
She gazed at Ye Can enviously. “And you eat like that but stay so slim and tall.”
Ye Can might be a faint lord, but she’d been properly educated. From childhood, she’d remembered: Those who praise you to your face usually want something from you. Seeing the girl’s fawning demeanor, she grew alert. “What do you want?”
The girl set down her tray, starry-eyed. “I just wanna get to know you! I’m Liang Yu. What’s your name?”
Ye Can was polite when not raging. “Ye Can,” she said coolly.
Liang Yu’s eyes lit up at the name. “Ye Can—that’s so pretty! Hey, can I ask you something kinda personal?”
Ye Can tuned her out. “No. If it’s personal, don’t ask.”
She stood with her tray, heading for the cart.
Liang Yu grabbed her clothes in a panic. “Ye Can, take the chicken leg and just answer one question!”
Ye Can glanced down at the fat drumstick on Liang Yu’s tray and hesitated. “Fine. Can’t waste food.”
She leaned down, snatched the chicken leg with her chopsticks, took a bite, and loomed over Liang Yu. “What is it? Spit it out.”
Liang Yu’s eyes sparkled with gossip-fueled fire. “Ye Can, do you know our Qiuqiu? Are you two close?”
Ye Can blinked. “Who’s Qiuqiu?”
Liang Yu prompted, “Meng Zhiqiu! My goddess!” Liang Yu had been Meng Zhiqiu’s fan for years. She’d snuck to Fanhua Film City to extra, hiding it from her family—just to share screen space with her idol.
Hearing the name, Ye Can got it. “Oh, her. Yeah, I know her.” More than know—she planned to set Meng Zhiqiu up with Lin Zixi, see if they’d hit it off.
But thinking that soured the chicken leg in her hand. She glanced at Liang Yu. “Why ask about her? You into her? No—you can’t be into her right now.”
Meng Zhiqiu was temporarily reserved for making Lin Zixi happy. No one else could covet her unless Lin Zixi passed.
Liang Yu lit up. “Of… of course I care! I’ve liked her for years!”
Ye Can bristled. “Liked her? I’m telling you, you can’t like her anymore!”
Her domineering tone startled the girl. Liang Yu stared blankly. “Why not? Who are you to say?”
Tears welled up. “What are you to me anyway?”
Seeing her cry short-circuited Ye Can’s brain. “Anyway, you just can’t. You two could never be together.”
She tried explaining patiently for once, but Liang Yu’s eyes widened. “What? My feelings for my goddess are pure admiration! What ‘together’? I’m a career fan, not a girlfriend fan!”
Ye Can’s mind untangled slowly. She’d misunderstood “fan.” Embarrassed, she coughed lightly. “Anyway… as long as you’re not liking her.”
Liang Yu found her reaction intriguing—her inner yuri shipper ignited. “Ye Can, don’t tell me you like Qiuqiu? Wow, you seem like a rich kid. Here to chase her on set?”
Liang Yu had seen plenty of rich kids pulling stunts for Meng Zhiqiu in old set gossip.
Ye Can’s face darkened. “Nonsense. I wouldn’t look at her twice.”
Liang Yu bristled too. “Qiuqiu’s amazing! How dare you say that? She’s gorgeous and talented—you’re just sour grapes because you can’t eat the swan meat.”
Ye Can chewed her chicken leg, baffled by this unreasonable girl.
Like Meng Zhiqiu? What’s so great about her? Not as pretty as Lin Zixi, not as nice, doesn’t love me—why would I?
Ye Can huffed. “I… I’m just saying the truth.”
They were on the verge of a fight when Ye Can’s phone rang from her pocket. “I don’t wanna talk anymore—phone call.”
She scarfed the rest of the drumstick, wiped her greasy hands on her clothes, fished out the phone.
Caller ID: Lin Zixi. Ye Can answered instantly. “What’s up? Something important?”
A woman’s soft voice came through. “Ye Can, have you eaten dinner?”
Joy lit Ye Can’s brows. “Yeah, but not full yet.”
Lin Zixi asked, “Want more? Tong Lin and I can come get you.”
“Yes! Come—I’m at the Above the Throne crew.”
Lin Zixi laughed. “On my way to pick you up.”
Ye Can agreed, hung up, then yanked Liang Yu to her feet. “Where’s some clean water?”
Her hands and face were filthy—she couldn’t meet Lin Zixi like this.
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