CHAPTER 473: 190 MINISTER BENEATH THE SKIRT_2

Seeing this scene, a wave of astonished exclamations erupted from the shore.

Huang Chu’s eyes brightened even more, not the least bit embarrassed. He asked with great interest, "Your graceful gait—have you trained in dance?"

The girl shook her head.

She appeared regal and glamorous, but the curve of her brows and the corners of her eyes carried an innate aloofness and majesty, making people dare only to admire her from afar, without any thought of profaning her presence.

At the same time, she spoke little, exuding an aura of silent restraint—an inner elegance and mysterious quality.

She was the perfect embodiment of the Commandery Princess described in the script.

In fact, she surpassed the flat drawing of the Commandery Princess from the pages, exuding an added layer of poised wisdom and strategic depth.

In an instant, an audacious idea suddenly burst into Huang Chu’s mind, leaving him trembling slightly from excitement.

"Who is this person? She’s leagues beyond Sun Qianqian in terms of beauty. Sun Qianqian is in trouble."

"What good is beauty? For an actor, skill matters most. Even if someone looks divine, bad acting is an eyesore."

"True enough. Doesn’t the industry have an iron rule? The more beautiful they are, the worse the acting. But someone like her, looking like that, is rare. Even if she did nothing, just sat there staring blankly, I’d still enjoy watching."

"With that face, it would be difficult not to become famous. Looks like the entertainment industry’s landscape is about to change. Let’s go get an autograph first—once she’s a star, this autograph will be priceless."

Shen You’an and Huang Chu didn’t overhear the staff’s murmured discussions; at the moment, Huang Chu was patiently explaining the scene to Shen You’an—how to position herself, how to fall into the water, what her facial expression should be as she falls—breaking it all down meticulously, almost spoon-feeding it to her.

Huang Chu had been deeply hurt by Gao Yuyue and was determined not to let the newcomer he favored repeat the same mistakes.

Throughout, the porcelain-faced beauty said nothing, quietly listening to Huang Chu’s instructions.

Huang Chu couldn’t help but think to himself, This kid is so obedient.

"Alright, you four, come over," Huang Chu called, gesturing to Gao Yuyue and the three others.

The quartet walked over in unison.

The script had always intended for five performers in this scene, and now the group was complete.

The five sat by the windows of the riverboat pavilion. The Commandery Princess occupied the primary seat, while two men and two women took secondary positions, drinking tea and admiring the scenery.

Huang Chu stood behind the monitor and spoke into the walkie-talkie in his hand: "Action."

At the very moment his words fell, the cameraman started working.

And the young girl seated in the primary position—the aura around her began transforming in an instant.

If, before, she had been a casually aloof beauty, then now, with her gaze slightly lowered and her composed manner, the noble and dignified bearing of royal lineage rose vividly to the surface.

Huang Chu transitioned from surprise to awe.

He had struck gold!

This girl’s ability to switch momentum and aura seamlessly, without any trace of pretense, was a natural performance—it was hard to believe this was her first time acting. Such fluid and natural transitions were beyond even many veteran actors.

Her talent was akin to being fed by the heavens themselves.

Beside her, Gao Yuyue and Yan Lu—radiant, charming beauties in their own right—had been relegated to mere supporting roles, overshadowed as greenery around a bright flower.

For the countless time, Huang Chu marveled at the face captured by the lens—flawless, perfect, a visage seemingly born for the screen, down to even the tiniest wisps of baby hair at her hairline imbued with an otherworldly beauty.

The truth was, many stunningly beautiful people didn’t photograph well, as the camera tended to broaden faces, making actors appear a bit heavier. But the camera seemed to replicate her true beauty perfectly, without diminishing it in the slightest.

Of course, compared to the stark precision of electronic machinery, the beauty seen through the naked eye was still slightly more lively.

She rose from her seat and walked to the bow of the ship, gazing into the distance.

As she walked, her ornaments jingled softly, her flowing skirt hem fluttered, her wrap fluttered in the breeze—standing at the prow, she appeared almost as if ascending to immortal grace.

Amidst the verdant mountains and waters, the beauty became part of the painting—it was an unrivaled tableau of both stunning landscapes and ravishing grace. Yet, as people marveled at the scene, danger silently crept in.

A claw hook, like a snake flicking its tongue, emerged from the water and latched onto the girl’s ankle.

The girl sensed something amiss and instinctively lowered her gaze.

And at that very moment, the claw hook yanked fiercely, pulling her body into a mid-air spin. Her lavender skirt billowed like ethereal clouds, butterflies seemingly coming alive—vivid wings trembling as though about to take flight.

It was a breathtaking image that left everyone holding their breath, eyes fixed and unblinking.

Yet don’t be fooled by its beauty—achieving this required exceptional core strength, as a momentary lapse could lead to injury. This girl’s light, controlled movements evidenced years of rigorous training; without a decade or more of conditioning, such prowess would be unattainable.

Huang Chu slapped his thigh in excitement—this was exactly the effect he wanted.

As the girl fell backward into the water, the aerial camera overhead gradually descended, clearly capturing the subtle expressions on her face.