Li Yuyu walked further and her unease grew, her heartbeat gradually speeding up.
Why is it like this?
Clearly, it’s her first time here, so why does she feel so familiar?
That’s right, she is the owner here; perhaps the original identity was quite familiar with this place.
Steward Lin saw Li Yuyu not speaking, thinking she was upset about him revealing her identity earlier, he pondered and said, "Miss, earlier I spoke up because I couldn’t stand them discussing you."
"The miss is now Lady Xiu. If word gets out about using power to bully others, it would be difficult for you in the palace."
Li Yuyu looked at Steward Lin, saw his sincere gaze, and sensed he truly had her best interests at heart, she thought for a moment and asked, "Have I not been here for a long time?"
"Yes, the last time I saw you here, Miss, you were still a child. In a blink, you’ve become Lady Xiu."
Steward Lin’s eyes showed a kind smile, "But what Miss said is correct, after Qingle Park got on track, you really don’t need to be here every day watching over things, everyone does their own part, and those people you found to write plays, while not as good as you, still produce excellent content."
"With your guidance, even though there are other theatres in Capital City now, our Qingle Park remains the best."
Li Yuyu was shocked in her heart.
After hearing Steward Lin’s words, she felt a certain illusion, as if the person who found someone to write plays and taught the playwrights was her.
Is she crazy!
Li Yuyu rubbed her forehead, just as the drums on stage began to sound, signaling the start of the performance.
Steward Lin saw Li Yuyu’s attention caught by the opera downstairs and stopped disturbing her; he quietly set out the snacks and tea she liked before stepping aside quietly.
Li Yuyu was enjoying the performance, but when she heard terms like "divorce, remarry," she felt something was off.
She slightly turned her eyes and saw the title of the play on the red sign next to the stage: The Second Marriage is Sweet.
Li Yuyu suddenly stood up from her chair.
"Miss." Steward Lin thought something was wrong with Li Yuyu and quickly stepped forward.
"This play..."
Steward Lin exhaled and smiled, "This is a new play written by the playwright, today our Qingle Park attracted many guests with this, hence we have tightened the reservation method."
"If Miss wants to see the play script, I’ll have someone fetch it."
Li Yuyu tried to suppress the storm of emotions in her heart, nodding absentmindedly.
When she crossed over, her mind did not retain the original identity’s memories; her actions depended on the story she knew from the book and her intuition and preferences.
But just in that moment, many strange scenes flickered through her mind.
Even though she couldn’t grasp anything, she felt it happened here.
Was it because she came here that these memory scenes appeared in her mind?
Li Yuyu furrowed her brows, unable to comprehend.
Perhaps she should meet the playwright; being able to produce such material doesn’t seem like someone from this era.
"Steward Lin, I heard Miss is here, is it true?"
Steward Lin holding the script was about to go upstairs, when hearing the voice, he paused and turned his body, smiling, "Yes, Miss is upstairs."
"Miss has finally come to Qingle Park!" A girl about fifteen or sixteen years old, her eyes sparkling, reached out taking the script from Steward Lin’s hands, and swiftly ran upstairs: "Uncle Lin, I’ll take these up to the Miss!"