The most climactic scenes of the early part of "The Pure Yuan Musk Chronicle" have now concluded.
"Cut!"
Zheng Xiaolong shouted excitedly.
In an instant, Jiang Ling and Sun Li’s pressure vanished. They slumped down like deflated balloons, both going limp.
Jian Zhou was the first to rush over and help her up.
Jiang Ling leaned against Jian Zhou, exhaling a heavy breath.
On this cold day, she was so hot she was drenched in sweat.
She had performed the death of Consort Hua in a single, unbroken nine-minute take, without a single flub.
Even in her previous life, accustomed to storms and having acted in thousands of scenes, the pressure had been immense.
Compared to Jiang Ling’s panting, Sun Li was so exhausted she could barely stand.
In this scene, she had been almost entirely suppressed by Jiang Ling.
The other’s performance was like a monstrous flood, coming from all directions. Immersed in the torrent, she could only struggle with all her might to avoid being swallowed.
Despite being completely outmatched by Jiang Ling’s acting, Sun Li was not only not unhappy but extremely excited.
The entertainment industry is full of talented individuals, and there is never a shortage of seasoned actors with exquisite skills.
However, most of these veteran actors were in their fifties, sixties, or even seventies.
Although their acting was impeccable, their range of roles had narrowed, limiting them to playing kind elders, ruthless villains with benevolent appearances, or the insufferable in-laws in melodramatic domestic dramas who favored sons over daughters and constantly stirred up trouble.
Therefore, she found it difficult to learn much from their performances.
Jiang Ling was different. She was young and versatile, capable of effortlessly portraying almost any character.
As a young actress herself, with a similar range, Sun Li could learn a great deal from her.
This scene was both a pressure and an opportunity for her.
She had learned a lot from Jiang Ling's performance.
Once she could integrate these lessons, her acting would undoubtedly reach a new level, a chance that many actors could only dream of.
The set was eerily silent, with only the gasping breaths of Jiang Ling and Sun Li audible.
Everyone present stared at the two of them, stunned and lost for words.
The performance was truly brilliant, so good that words failed to describe it.
The next second, thunderous applause erupted.
"Brilliant, absolutely brilliant!"
"A nine-minute long take, that's so rare, it almost broke the record!"
"My heart was in my throat the whole time watching this scene. I really didn't want Consort Hua to exit, and seeing her cry so miserably just now, I wanted to rush over and comfort her!"
"Indeed, it was as if it were real. Consort Hua was so pitiful!"
"Her acting was god-like, so immersive, it made me believe it was real even now!"
Jiang Ling wiped away her sweat, drinking water in large gulps, and then asked, "Director Zheng, how was it? Shall we do another take?"
Although she had given her all this time, unleashing her best acting skills.
The death of Consort Hua was too iconic, and Zheng Xiaolong was a director with extremely high standards. She wasn't confident about getting it right in one take.
"No, no need. That take was perfect, there's no need for a second one!"
Zheng Xiaolong's voice was choked with emotion.
In his many years in the industry, this was the first time he had witnessed such a perfect scene.
He had initially thought that the script his wife had revised from the original novel was already excellent and that it might be difficult for anyone to perfectly recreate this segment.
He never expected that Jiang Ling would not only perfectly recreate it but far surpass the script.