novelraw Chapter 131: The Tyrant’s Boredom
Chapter 131: The Tyrant’s Boredom
Wei Song's single command of "Action" instantly ignited the entire "Pengcheng Great Hall."
The pre-set clamor flooded every inch of space in an instant.
Dozens of background actors playing the Chu Army soldiers raised their bronze wine vessels high, erupting into cheers.
"Long live the Great King!"
"Sweep across the world! Unify the Hegemony!"
The chime bells and large drums were struck forcefully, the ancient, majestic music mingling with rough, hearty laughter.
Yet, at the very center of this fervor,
Jiang Ci, portraying Xiang Yu, sat alone upon the throne.
The seat was too massive, making his figure appear solitary and lonely.
He was utterly indifferent to everything around him.There was no triumphant spirit of a victor, no ecstatic joy of ruling the world.
He sat there, expressionless, isolated from the boiling human commotion within the tent.
Veteran actor Huang Shengqiu, playing the role of Honored Father Fan Zeng, stepped forward.
Following the script, he delivered a brilliantly worded toast in an impassioned tone, extolling Xiang Yu's unparalleled achievements.
"Congratulations, Great King! Thirty thousand iron cavalry shattered an enemy force of five hundred and sixty thousand! This is an unprecedented, miraculous feat through the ages!"
The surrounding soldiers erupted once more in echoing shouts.
Jiang Ci on the throne didn't even look at him directly.
Only when Huang Shengqiu raised his wine cup high did Jiang Ci make his first movement.
The movement was extremely slow. He lifted his hand and picked up the bronze wine cup from the low table.
He brought the cup to his lips and took a symbolic sip.
Then, he set it down gently.
"Clink."
A crisp sound of metal on metal.
Through the precise on-site audio equipment, this sound pierced through all the noise, reaching everyone's ears.
It wasn't loud.
Yet, it caused a momentary freeze in the hall's clamor.
The featured actors closest to the throne were the first to feel this suffocating "anti-acting" aura.
The smiles on their faces stiffened at the corners of their mouths.
The cheers that had just been roaring deafeningly weakened involuntarily, becoming awkward and hollow.
They were "acting" happy.
But the person on the throne, he was acting "bored."
Under this stark contrast, their performance appeared ridiculous and laughable.
Behind the monitor.
Wei Song didn't call "Cut." Instead, he trembled with excitement, grabbing the arm of the cinematographer beside him, lowering his voice:
"Push in! Give me a close-up on him!"
"Push in on his hand! Yes! That hand, the one that set down the wine cup!"
On the screen, Jiang Ci's fingers were slender and pale, resting on the cold bronze vessel.
That sense of utter boredom, of finding even lifting it a little more an unnecessary bother.
It was all there, in those slightly curled fingertips.
"Get it! Get all of it!" Wei Song's voice was filled with exhilaration.
On the other side.
In a corner, set apart from the clamoring ministers.
Zhao Yingfei, playing Yu Ji, sat quietly.
She had no lines, no movements.
In the entire great hall, she was the only one not participating in that false revelry.
Her very existence was a form of resistance.
Across the sea of bobbing heads, across the hypocritical laughter and chatter, she quietly watched the man on the throne.
Her stillness was the only frequency within the full hall's uproar that could resonate with his "emptiness."
Then, the plot advanced to the next scene.
A captured general, bound tightly, was escorted before the hall by two soldiers.
According to the original, unmodified script, Xiang Yu would fly into a rage here, listing the captive's crimes,
then order his immediate execution on the spot, using blood to liven up the victory banquet and display his formidable majesty.
The actor playing the captured general was fully prepared, with the blood-splatter prop for his neck already in place.
He was roughly shoved to the ground, prostrating himself at Xiang Yu's feet.
Within the great hall, the music and laughter ceased. Everyone's gaze focused here, awaiting a bloody slaughter.
Jiang Ci on the throne finally showed a slight reaction.
He lowered his gaze and looked at the captive general on the ground.
Just one glance.
No anger, no killing intent, not even any emotional fluctuation.
His eyebrows didn't even twitch.
It didn't feel like he was looking at an enemy whose life he was deciding.
He casually waved his hand.
Uttering two words.
"Drag him out."
His voice was light, yet it carried an extreme indifference.
This indifference was more chilling than any meticulously designed brutality or cruelty.
"..."
The actor playing the captured general was completely dumbfounded.
His prepared lengthy plea for mercy, his tearful expression, his death scream upon execution...
All rendered useless.
He knelt there dazedly, mouth agape, unable to utter a single word.
The rhythm was completely disrupted.
The two soldier actors holding him also looked bewildered, unsure whether to drag him or not.
The atmosphere of the entire victory banquet was sliding from "fervor" toward "absurdity" at a bizarre speed.
"Cut!"
Finally, Wei Song's voice rang out.
But there was no trace of anger in that voice; instead, it held a sigh of extreme satisfaction.
He stood up from behind the monitor, a look of utter exhilaration on his face.
"Yes! Yes! This is it!"
He pointed at Jiang Ci, who looked bewildered, as if gazing at a priceless treasure.
"This is the exact flavor!"
Then, he spun around sharply, facing all the other actors on set, the smile vanishing from his face instantly.
"But you!"
"All the rest of you, you're all wrong!"
He pointed at the background actors and supporting actors still maintaining their stiff smiles, cursing angrily.
"What are you doing? You're 'acting' celebration! You're waiting for him to react!"
"And he, he is 'becoming' boredom!"
"You're not even on the same frequency! Your performance is fake!!"
Wei Song's roar echoed in the empty great hall. Everyone lowered their heads, chastised.
"Your task is not to cater to his boredom, not to observe his loneliness!"
He walked up to the group of actors playing the soldiers, pointing at their noses one by one, roaring.
"You need to completely 'ignore' his boredom!"
"You are a pack of starving wolves who just won a great victory, ready to divide the spoils! You are a mob of victorious maniacs who see nothing but money, land, and women!"
"What your king is thinking, you don't care about at all! And you don't understand it at all!"
"His loneliness belongs to him alone! It has nothing to do with any of you!"
"You just revel! Just make noise! The louder, the rowdier, the more ignorant you are, the better you set off his loneliness! Do you understand?!"
After his speech, the entire set fell silent.
All the actors wore thoughtful expressions on their faces.
Wei Song, panting heavily, walked back behind the monitor.
He stared fixedly at the monitor, at Jiang Ci's face, which still held little expression.
The "boredom" presented on that face had already exceeded his expectations.
But he wanted more than that.
He picked up the walkie-talkie. This time, the instruction was for Jiang Ci alone.
"Jiang Ci."
Wei Song's voice came clearly through the earpiece to Jiang Ci's ear.
"You gave me the 'boredom' I wanted. Good."
"Now, give me one more thing."
He spoke slowly, each word carrying a sense of guidance and enticement.
"Right at the peak of this boredom, the most tedious moment."
"Give me a 'crack.'"
"A crack only you know about."
"Tell me, what was Xiang Yu really thinking at that moment?"