The Strong Female Lead Versus The Most Miserable Male Lead
Chapter 316 - 314: Recognition from the Royal Family

Chapter 316: Chapter 314: Recognition from the Royal Family

Li Yi didn’t misunderstand; he simply couldn’t believe it.

"Which editor?"

Li Yi’s subordinate, with an even lower head, replied, "It’s the Empress’s team."

Li Yi closed his eyes powerlessly, and when he opened them again, he issued an order.

"Stop all our press releases targeting the Text Movers, and focus solely on promoting Bai Fengtang’s new book."

"Yes."

The subordinate took the order and left. The command was implemented with the greatest urgency.

In the office, Li Yi muttered to himself, powerless and envious,

"Why do they have such good fortune!"

Indeed, why do they have such good fortune.

At the Interstellar Culture Publishing House, the most powerful factor was the current Empress, who, before becoming the Empress, had been an editor here.

Even after becoming Empress, she still retained the title of editor.

Who would dare block a book favored by the Empress and published by her?

It was not only a matter of not daring to obstruct; even previous tactics had to be retracted. You think a book favored by the Empress is no good?

Even if it is truly bad, only your heart knows, and to tell a second person would be disrespectful to the Royal Family.

This clearly shows just how solid the Royal Family’s status is.

Previously, Nian Shutong merely became the fifth major live stream officially recognized by the Royal Family, which easily enabled her to escape the blockade of the first family, the Chi Family; let alone a book personally chosen for publication by the Empress.

This favorable attitude, who would go against the wind and oppose the Empress?

The answer is no one.

The book by the Text Mover, published by the most mysterious team of the Empress at the Interstellar Culture Publishing House, quickly swept through the online literary circle.

Shu Zhuo from Star Reading knew this news even earlier than these people, which was also the reason he was not worried.

In fact, he knew a little secret.

The current relationship between the Emperor and the Empress was hardly less tumultuous than that in "The Return of the Condor Heroes."

Back then, they faced opposition from everyone, but both were determined individuals and exceptionally talented, which eventually led the lovers to become spouses.

After reading the story of "The Return of the Condor Heroes," Shu Zhuo thought of the Emperor and Empress’s story, which he had heard bits about from his father.

Unexpectedly, that very night, he received a message from the publishing house to discuss publication matters.

This publication was more useful than any news and more powerful than any promotion.

In the interstellar realm, the Royal Family’s status is unshakable.

Nian Shutong left the publication matters to Shu Zhuo to negotiate; she was completely hands-off.

Regardless, she and Shu Zhuo currently shared a community of interest; Shu Zhuo would not let her down.

The matter of "The Return of the Condor Heroes" was temporarily concluded.

Now, in the small wooden house, they were busily making sweet potato starch noodles.

The large pot was already set up, and the sweet potato starch had settled.

Once again, water was added to the starch to form dough and placed in a funnel, beginning the dripping process.

The draining spoon was right above the large pot, containing boiling water; the noodles, once dripped into it, were instantly cooked.

After cooking, they were scooped out, hung on bamboo poles, and left to dry.

Once dried, they became sweet potato starch noodles.

The small wooden house, where the sweet potato starch noodles were made.

At this moment, three large pots were cooking noodles; one pot was personally tended by Master Fan—the noodles were really uniform in thickness and even very consistent in length.

The middle pot was manned by a villager, whose skills were also commendable.

The third pot was Fu Yunhe.

At this moment, this pot was the liveliest.

"Xiao He, it broke."

"Little River, be careful, if you fall in, you’ll be cooked."

These words of concern were obviously from Ha Ha.

"Little River, don’t worry, you won’t be cooked instantly, we’ll have enough time to save you."

"One minute and only the skin is cooked, two minutes..."

Rubble was earnestly analyzing each minute that Fu Yunhe fell into the pot.

Fu Yunhe couldn’t stand it anymore, he handed the task he was doing to another villager and came down.

He came down, surely there wouldn’t be anything else to say?

"You can’t persist, being influenced by others’ words, it’s hard to achieve great things."

Elder Hua shook his head, indicating his disagreement, as he passed in front of Fu Yunhe.

Following Elder Hua’s figure, the next second, Fu Yunhe saw Elder Hua grabbing a strawberry from Dou Dou and then laughing like an "idiot."

He really lost all the dignity of a teacher.

He washed his hands and walked over to Shutong who was enjoying the spectacle.

"Having fun?"

"It’s quite entertaining, I haven’t had enough, why don’t you go back up for a bit?"

Shutong straightforwardly admitted and sincerely suggested, which made Fu Yunhe pause as he was drying his hands; what should he do next?

"Ha Ha Ha Ha, alright, I was just kidding, you should waste a bit less of my starch."

Shutong pointed towards another area where vermicelli was drying: "Take a look for yourself, some of the noodles aren’t even as long as a palm, it’s too wasteful."

Fu Yunhe glanced over, indeed it was a bit disgraceful.

"Don’t worry, I won’t go again."

Fu Yunhe sat down on a chair and asked Shutong, "It’s time for another harvest?"

"Yes." Shutong looked over the seemingly endless crops and threw out a piece of news to Fu Yunhe.

"After this harvest, I plan to head out."

Head out?

That statement made Fu Yunhe squirm in his seat, his gaze flitting uncertainly towards Shutong.

"Don’t worry, I’ll take you with me."

Relief washed over Fu Yunhe, and he settled back into his seat, glad to be included.

"Where are you going?"

Shutong looked at the distant crops and said, "To find some more people."

Fu Yunhe looked towards the fields that seemed to expand daily, acknowledging the need for more hands.

"Where do you plan to go?"

"I don’t know, just walk around and see."

That would work, as long as he could go, that was all that really mattered to Fu Yunhe.

Elsewhere, the production of vermicelli continued; Fu Yunhe stood up to leave, preparing for the evening’s live broadcast.

Everything as usual, Fu Yunhe conducted his livestream, while Shutong along with Rubble and others watched from the sidelines.

After the livestream ended, everyone enjoyed food and drink and then rested.

Life in the small wooden house followed a marked routine for five days, after which the third harvest began.

The arrangements were the same as last time; school was out, everybody went to the fields, machines were used where possible and small tools where not, laboring by hand.

Little River Live, once again, ceased its broadcasts for three days.

The online friends still hadn’t realized that Little River Live was covering a full harvest, as no plant could grow in such a short cycle, something even the Chi Family hadn’t foreseen.

This time, Shutong wasn’t filming videos, just silently growing stronger.

Others harvested once a year, at most twice, with not high yields.

But now, Shutong might not have enough land, but the short cycles, quick output, and high yield were slowly catching up.

Perhaps, one day, she alone could supply the food for All Star.

And all this was quietly unfolding.