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The bright moon in the sky.

Like a pearl, like a jade plate.

As the saying goes, the moon is fullest on the sixteenth day after the fifteenth of the lunar month.

But today is neither the fifteenth nor the sixteenth, and even a few minutes ago, the moon still had some imperfections.

In a short while, it became round and bright.

It's very strange.

Wu Wang said, 'So big and white,' of course, he was referring to the moon. What else could he be referring to?

He is still recalling the events from the perspective of the troupe member, Yu Ji.

As night fell, the opera in the garden came to an end, and the audience dispersed.

The servants busied themselves cleaning up the audience area.

All the actors, including Yu Ji, were called to the backstage by the old troupe leader to discuss something.

"Tonight, all of you are forbidden to leave your rooms. Get a good night's sleep."

"Tomorrow morning, a guest with even higher status than the prefect last month will be watching the opera alone."

"Don't disappoint him, understand? Get some rest!"

The old troupe leader's voice was full of authority.

As a martial arts performer, he was still burly and strong even though he was over fifty years old.

The few white strands at his temples did not bring the old troupe leader a sense of desolation, but rather the fierceness of an old soldier who had fought on the battlefield for half his life.

Everyone was looking forward to tomorrow morning's performance and which important figure it would be for.

Only Yu Ji felt a little confused.

Didn't Lou Yu say that the Prince would watch the opera alone tonight? Why was it changed to tomorrow?

His longing for the Prince made his thoughts and eyes turn to the window.

The moon is so beautiful tonight.

After the old troupe leader sent everyone back to their residences and repeatedly warned them not to come out again and to get some rest.

Yu Ji still sneaked out.

Looking at the hairpin in his hand, he wanted to return it to Lou Yu.

Since there was no performance tonight, there was no need to use it to replace Lou Yu.

Moreover, he had promised her to enjoy the moon together.

He skillfully climbed over the wall from the small path to the Nuo Opera Garden.

To be honest, Yu Ji had never liked this place very much.

It had always given him a gloomy feeling since he was a child.

When walking alone in the garden, he felt a chill down his spine, as if he was being watched by something, making him uneasy.

Some time ago, it was said that a servant had seen a ghost in the Nuo Opera Garden.

The next day, the servant went mad.

In the end, the doctor's diagnosis was that the servant's ancestors had similar mental illnesses.

It was just inherited now.

Although that's what was said.

But the old troupe leader still invited a Taoist priest from Maoshan to perform a ritual that afternoon.

The Taoist priest said that this Yiyuan land was originally a place for offering sacrifices to gods and ghosts, and it was inevitable that people's beliefs would gather.

This may attract some spirits and monsters.

The Nuo Opera Garden, a performance venue mainly for sacrifices, was even more so.

Then he led a chain as thick as a wrist.

I don't know how the Taoist priest, who looked thin, was able to drag the dead and heavy iron chain, and forcibly dragged it to the artificial hill at the entrance of the Nuo Opera Garden and buried it.

It was said that he had locked up a ghost that was doing evil.

He also drew many talismans and pasted them on the door frame of the Nuo Opera Garden.

It was said that this could more clearly divide yin and yang.

Plus the ghost that was locked up, it would have the effect of killing the chicken to warn the monkey.

So that the ghosts over there would not dare to haunt and appear in the human world.

Even so, Yu Ji would never wander around the Nuo Opera Garden after dark.

I really don't know what Lou Yu was thinking, wouldn't she feel creepy coming to this place to enjoy the moon?

Walking to the small courtyard with the well.

Yu Ji saw a long-haired beauty sitting on the roof of the small courtyard, looking up at the moon.

The moment Lou Yu turned her head to look at him, the bright moonlight happened to shine down through the clouds, making her face and crescent-like smile intoxicating.

At this moment, it was like a world-famous traditional Chinese painting, making Yu Ji stare blankly.

It wasn't until Lou Yu nimbly got off the roof and walked up to him with a puzzled look and asked, "Why are you here so early? Hasn't the opera over there started yet?"

Yu Ji came back to his senses.

He quickly recounted what the old troupe leader had just said.

After saying that, he returned the hairpin.

Lou Yu patted Yu Ji's forehead hatefully and said, "You're so stupid! What is the Prince's status? Can his itinerary be leaked at will?"

"My dad is just trying to fool you! He just wants you to sleep peacefully and not cause trouble."

"Otherwise, why didn't he notify me not to serve tea in the theater? Why did he specifically tell you not to leave the room tonight? Why did he specifically check the servants' cleaning situation after the performance today?"

"It's because of tonight's performance!"

These three consecutive questions directly confused Yu Ji.

That's right! Usually, after the performance, the cleaning process doesn't require the old troupe leader to check it himself!

He exclaimed, "Oh no! Wouldn't that offend the Prince?"

Now Lou Yu and himself were here, and the old troupe leader had asked the others to go back to sleep.

It would be disrespectful for a noble Prince to come to the theater without anyone to serve tea and water!

Fortunately, Lou Yu sighed and said, "Don't stand there dumbfounded, it's still not too late to go back, the opera hasn't started yet..."

Hearing this, Yu Ji turned around and ran.

But after taking two steps, he ran back in Lou Yu's puzzled eyes.

He took her hand, handed the hairpin over.

He smiled and said, "What's it like for a man like me to run around with a hairpin? Wouldn't the Prince make fun of me if he saw it? It's okay, I can explain it to your dad clearly without this thing."

After saying that, he ran back to the theater.

Lou Yu looked at the hairpin in her hand, shook her head, and showed a heartfelt smile.

She put her hair up and pinned the hairpin on.

She was still waiting here for him to come back after seeing the Prince to enjoy the moon together.

Tonight, she might be able to confess her feelings for him.

Alas, that blockhead, how could anyone not see my feelings after being together for so long?

I have to find an opportunity to make it clear.

Yu, you have to come over earlier, it would be even better if you could sneak some osmanthus cake that I love to eat from the theater... …

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As Yu Ji, who had been practicing opera since he was a child, his physical fitness was self-evident.

It didn't take long for him to run back to the theater.

Sure enough, after everyone left, the lanterns and candles in the building were lit up again.

The old troupe leader stood at the door with a worried look.

He was obviously stunned when he saw Yu Ji.

He frowned and asked, "Didn't I ask you to go back to sleep! Where's Lou Yu?"

Yu Ji explained the situation.

His eyes were shining with admiration for the Prince.

His peripheral vision couldn't wait to see the figure that the whole country yearned for in the theater.

But he didn't see the flash of unbearable and ruthlessness in the old troupe leader's eyes.

In the end, the old troupe leader sighed and said, "Alright, this is also your fate, come in, close the door tightly."

Yu Ji nodded repeatedly to show that he understood.

He wouldn't let outsiders see the situation inside.

He immediately closed the door tightly.

Ever since he was sold to the Opera God Yiyuan by his parents at the age of three, the old troupe leader noticed his talent and began to teach him opera performance.

Yu Ji had entered and exited this theater countless times, this was where he had lived since he was a child.

He had never had such excitement.

From a distance, he saw a man sitting in the audience, who was quite burly and tall just by looking at his back.

There was also a big knife placed on the side table, exuding a chilling aura.

Seemingly hearing someone walking behind him, the man said without turning his head, "Little Louzi, are the gun and costume ready?"

"Replying to Your Highness, they are all ready, I will have someone fetch them." The old troupe leader said respectfully.

Then he looked at Yu Ji and said in a low voice, "Go to the backstage and fetch the Overlord Spear and Overlord costume that I have prepared."

Although Yu Ji was a little puzzled.

But he still ran to the backstage with his head down.

He saw the flat-headed black tassel Overlord Spear that Wu Wang was also familiar with in the most conspicuous position. Not long ago, his wrist was controlled by the remnant soul in the performance of "Changban Slope", holding the spear and fighting with the Prince.

There was also a set of black flat gold embroidered armor, which was Xiang Yu's unique costume in opera culture - "Overlord Armor".

The most prominent feature is a row of yellow "net tassels" attached to the bottom of the armor.

Next to the costume was a helmet, also Xiang Yu's exclusive Overlord black Fuzi helmet, commonly known as "Overlord Helmet".

This style made Wu Wang also a little familiar.

It seemed similar to the Fuzi helmet hidden in Xiao Xiao's room, except that hers was an unfinished product, and this one was intact and every tassel and pompom was neatly arranged.

After taking all the things, Yu Ji came to the audience.

This time, he saw the Prince's appearance from the front.

His face was square and heroic, and a pair of sword eyebrows matched his vajra-like eyes.

Numerous scars from healed wounds marked both sides of his cheeks, adding to his imposing presence.

His entire being exuded a murderous aura, a residue from years of battlefield slaughter, causing people to tremble and their legs to weaken at first glance.

"This… this is the frontier prince? A true and peerless warrior upon first sight!" Yu Ji exclaimed, stepping forward quickly.

However, the old troupe leader reached out and stopped him.

He respectfully addressed the prince, saying, "Please."

Subsequently, to Yu Ji's bewilderment,

the prince began to remove his outer robe, eventually remaining in only a thin inner garment, then gestured with his hand.

The old troupe leader immediately whispered to Yu Ji, "Go, help the prince prepare his costume."

This caused even greater dismay in Yu Ji's heart.

The prince, who defended the frontier and was revered as a pillar of strength, was actually going to wear the costume of an entertainer.

If this were to spread, it wouldn't just be a matter of the prince's reputation being ruined.

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The soldiers of those surrounding countries would likely look down on the prince, and what would the soldiers in our own army think?

The frontier war god who led them in battle was actually an actor prince.

The impact on morale would be extremely severe!

Despite his numerous doubts and shocks, all Yu Ji could do now was help the prince put on the costume of Xiang Yu, the Hegemon-King.

Bang—

The prince, now dressed in costume, casually struck the table with the Hegemon-King's spear.

The specially made spear bounced up, and in his hands, it seemed weightless, as easily wielded as a feather.

"Apply the makeup," the prince said.

The old troupe leader also took out the makeup tools he had prepared in advance.

He personally applied the makeup, holding his breath and concentrating as he painted the black and white mask on the prince's face.

This was the makeup from the opera "Farewell My Concubine."

The old troupe leader's skills were naturally masterful, each stroke outlining the spirit of the Hegemon-King.

However, Yu Ji was no longer focused on these details.

His mind was filled with the events that might unfold next.

The prince was going to sing opera himself!?

This… wasn't this absurd!?

"It's a pity you've truly mastered such skills, it makes me somewhat reluctant to leave you in the capital as a spy," the prince said with a smile.

The old troupe leader replied with a fawning smile, "You flatter me, being able to serve the prince is a blessing Xiao Louzi cultivated in his past life."

Yu Ji didn't understand their conversation.

His ears were even ringing, his mind consumed by the thought that the prince was actually going to do such a ridiculous thing.

When everything was ready,

the old troupe leader personally went to play the drum, and signaled Yu Ji to strike the gong.

He walked towards the gong and drum in a daze, relying on the muscle memory he had developed over the years to strike it perfectly.

Hearing this, the Hegemon-King Xiang Yu, as played by the prince, walked onto the stage.

He began a brilliant performance before the empty audience seats.

"I speared several enemy generals in the Han camp~ Though brave, how could I have foreseen the ambush from all sides~ Order the troops to cease fighting and return to their camps…"

"My strength uproots mountains, my spirit covers the world~ But fortune is against me, and my steed will not go…"

"If my steed will not go, what can I do~ Yu, my Yu, what can I do…"

Although there was no one to perform with him, as the prince's singing voice flowed from his throat, Yu Ji gradually came to his senses.

His expression became increasingly astonished.

To be honest, the most outstanding performance of the Righteous Garden Troupe was this play, "Farewell My Concubine."

The old troupe leader's portrayal of Xiang Yu was especially superb, earning him the title of "Hegemon-King of Opera."

Yu Ji was the heir to the old troupe leader's title of "Hegemon-King of Opera."

It was estimated that in less than two years, he would be the one playing the role of the Hegemon-King in the Righteous Garden Troupe's future performances of "Farewell My Concubine."

This was enough to prove his outstanding abilities.

But today, he realized that there was always someone better, that there was a master above masters.

The Hegemon-King portrayed by the prince didn't just seem similar, it was as if the real Hegemon-King had jumped onto the stage.

The wielding of the Hegemon-King's spear made it seem as if there were real enemies fighting with him.

For a moment, Yu Ji was mesmerized.

This was the true performance of the Hegemon-King that he had dreamed of.

He suddenly realized something.

Why was he always dissatisfied with his own performance, constantly practicing, trying to improve his skills further?

This was also why he was still practicing when Lou Yu came to find him.

Now Yu Ji understood.

It wasn't that his skills weren't up to par, but that he lacked the spirit of the Hegemon-King.

He was only "acting" as the Hegemon-King, and had not escaped the identity of an actor.

The real Hegemon-King would not have the humbleness ingrained in his bones due to his lowly status as an actor.

The prince himself was the embodiment of the "contemporary Hegemon-King."

Therefore, he wasn't playing Xiang Yu, but himself!

"The way of opera, to entertain gods and ghosts, although it's all acting, if even I don't believe that I am the character in the play."

"Why would the world recognize me as the Hegemon-King?"

Yu Ji muttered to himself.

He stared intently at the prince's figure, not even daring to blink a few times, fearing that he would not be able to imprint this true Hegemon-King in his heart.

But the more he looked like this, the more the old troupe leader felt pity.

What a good martial arts talent, the heir to my mantle.

It's a pity he won't make it through tonight.

Yes, the prince's appearance as an actor must not be known to outsiders, lest rumors spread.

Therefore, apart from myself, the people who stay behind tonight to entertain the prince.

Must die.

Only the dead can keep secrets forever.

As for why the old troupe leader was fine?

Naturally, it was because he was the prince's secret agent in the capital many years ago.

The Righteous Garden Troupe, as a place where various dignitaries gathered, the old troupe leader served as the prince's eyes and ears, secretly presenting the information he obtained to the other party.

Of course, the other people in the troupe were just ordinary actors.

Today, he planned to have Lou Yu come to serve the prince, even if he disposed of her later, he could use the excuse of her returning to her hometown to cover it up.

After all, the others really thought she was his own daughter.

Little did they know that Lou Yu was just a child he had adopted, used to conceal his identity.

She was no different from other pitiful children who were sold to the troupe by their parents to learn skills or do odd jobs.

Her death would not cause the old troupe leader any sadness.

Just as the prince didn't care about the lives of actors and servants like Yu Ji.

Or rather, in the eyes of those who wield the power of life and death over others.

Servants are not people.

They are just useful tools.

"Alas, Yu Ji, ah Yu Ji, you must know that no one is perfect, the prince in the mouths of the people has already been deified, the real him is far different from what you yearn for."

"This world is so cruel, human life is the cheapest thing."

"In front of these people of noble status, merely wanting to satisfy a whim, and not wanting this secret to be leaked, they do not hesitate to use you lowly servants as consumables, discarding you once you are used."

"I will also end up in this situation sooner or later."

Looking up, the old troupe leader looked at the prince's back on the stage.

His eyes became more and more fanatical and ruthless.

"Fortunately, tonight I can use the extraterrestrial object in the well of the Nuo Opera Garden to completely change the situation of being discarded at any time."

"That power is bestowed by the immortals, granting me longevity!"

"The sacrificial offering is nothing more than the life of a person with great fortune."

"Presumably, the prince's life is worthy of being called great fortune."

The old troupe leader's inner thoughts.

Were completely exposed in front of Wu Wang's [Vision of Truth].

Combined with the previously known clues.

A logical line began to gradually emerge in Wu Wang's mind.

As for the extraterrestrial object in the well—the huge eye.

No one knew who that was better than Wu Wang.

"Orobashi, did all of this start because of you again?"

"You really are the contemporary Conan, wherever you appear, it is filled with misfortune and death."

"De mo, dai jobu."

"I'll take over the next performance, you're getting impatient too, aren't you."

Wu Wang looked at the red vertical pupil on his wrist.

Its eyes revealed greed and playfulness.

It seemed eager to devour the marks in this copy completely.

【\u0026%# Looking forward to your performance】

【He is waiting for the end of this good show】