Chapter 339: The Empress's Killing Mo Bai

The two of them could be said to have achieved success together.

After Chu Yao became popular, it was investors and production teams that actively sought her out.

They also indirectly inquired about Mo Bai, but Chu Yao blocked all their queries.

Chu Yao: “The Empress’s Killing was originally a script.

Since I got involved, and they couldn’t find anyone to act, she simply turned it into a comic.

The female protagonist is based on me; is there still any doubt about that?”

A sharp reporter asked, “No one has ever seen what Mo Bai looks like.

You say that it’s Mo Bai’s drawing just because you say so?”

Chu Yao let out a gently wafting laugh, her gaze already drawn back.

The person live-streaming accidentally shook the camera, coincidentally capturing Nan Jiaojiao.

This brief mistake only needed a quick shift of the camera to rectify, but it seemed as if the cameraman had become bewitched, not moving away for a long time.

Nan Jiaojiao sat sideways, her petite body wrapped in a diagonal-collar, long-sleeve cheongsam, plush velvet lining the high collar brushing against her cheeks, rosy and soft.

Her skin was porcelain white, nearly translucent.

Seemingly unaware of the camera, she suddenly lowered her head, a lock of hair at her temple falling down.

She reached up to gather it, deftly wrapping it with a wooden hairpin.

The live broadcast’s comment section exploded instantly.

“One minute!

I want all the information on this woman!”

“Holy crap, so beautiful, with her blue-gray hair, she looks like an elf.”

“If God let me live a day with that head of hair, I’d die without any regrets!”

The cameraman swiftly turned the camera away, focusing on Chu Yao on stage, but his eyes occasionally drifted towards Nan Jiaojiao.

This segment of the livestream quickly went viral, dominating the hot search rankings alongside Chu Yao’s comeback.

Bo Yanching was in a meeting room when Han Chuan glanced at his phone, his thoughts a tumultuous mix.

The meeting was important, but anything concerning Miss Nan was even more so.

After hesitating, he approached.

“Sir, take a look at this.”

Han Chuan placed the phone in front of Bo Yanching.

At first, the man barely glanced at it, but as soon as Nan Jiaojiao’s face came into view, he immediately took the phone.

A brief video of just over ten seconds, he watched it countless times.

In a composed tone he asked, “What’s this about?”

“It’s from Miss Chu’s press conference.

The cameraman accidentally aimed at Miss Nan.”

Bo Yanching saved the video to his own phone and returned Han Chuan’s, “Clean it up properly.”

Han Chuan, understanding the instruction, was about to take action but couldn’t find the video again—it had vanished from the entire internet.

“Meeting adjourned.”

Bo Yanching stood up and walked out, having listened to Han Chuan’s report, guessing that the kid had taken matters into her own hands.

His steps quickened; at the elevator, he suddenly asked with furrowed brows, “Am I being too controlling?”

His sweetheart was so beautiful, yet so reserved, not liking fanfare.

The fact that so many people had seen her beauty stirred jealousy in Bo Yanching, and he immediately wanted to go find her.

Han Chuan didn’t dare tell the whole truth, tactfully suggesting, “Why don’t you call Miss Nan to ask?”

Bo Yanching gave him a cold glance and turned back towards his office.

Meanwhile, Nan Jiaojiao had cleared all online links and logged into Weibo to post a message.

“Everyone, check Weibo!”

“It’s Mo Bai’s Weibo!”

Someone cried out, and they all took out their phones to check.

Mo Bai’s Weibo had just one post from two minutes ago: an announcement.

Two images: the comic’s cover and Chu Yao’s look from today.

Two concise words: Confirmed.

Everyone was stunned; Weibo’s real-name authentication couldn’t be faked—it really was Mo Bai.

At the same time, having received the news, various directors actively contacted Chu Yao’s agent, looking to discuss The Empress’s Killing.