Princess is Glamorous in Modern Day

Panda Novel

Xia Wanyuan's words were very subtle.

The reporter asked Xia Wanyuan why she liked clothes that were similar to the style of Han Country, but Xia Wanyuan replied that she liked Chinese clothes.

These words sounded like Han Country's clothes belonged to China.

However, Xia Wanyuan did not say it directly. If she criticized her out of nowhere, it would seem like she was thinking too much.

The reporter from Country Han was momentarily speechless. She looked at Xia Wanyuan's clothes and was still a little indignant. "Miss Xia, do you know anything about our Country Han's clothes? May I ask why are the Chinese clothes so similar to Country Han's? Did they borrow the style of Country Han's clothes?"

When she said this, not to mention Xia Wanyuan, even the Chinese netizens in the live-stream exploded.

[ South Korea is shameless!! When your father conquered the world in Chinese clothes, you were still playing with soil in the mud hole!! ]

[I'm vomiting. What kind of face does this reporter have? F*ck, he even borrowed from your Han Country. Your face is really wider than the Pacific Ocean. Han Country's clothes were originally borrowed from China.]

[ Xia Wanyuan is a thief, simida. The details of China's Han clothes stealing our country. China is a thief, and the Chinese are also thieves. ]

At the news venue, after the reporter finished speaking, she felt Xia Wanyuan's gaze turn cold.

Facing that pair of cold eyes, the reporter felt a little guilty. However, thinking that as long as she could embarrass Xia Wanyuan, she would be able to obtain a large amount of support from Country Han, she mustered her courage and looked at Xia Wanyuan, looking like she wanted to get an answer from her.

Xia Wanyuan did not answer her question directly. Instead, she asked, "Are you from Han Country?"

The reporter nodded. "I'm from the Great Han Nation."

"Then since you're very familiar with this question, you should know Country Han's clothing history very well, right?"

The reporter's eyes flashed with smugness. "Of course. I usually like to study the fashion history of our country."

Xia Wanyuan smiled and stood up.

The traditional clothes she was wearing had a very dignified aura. In addition to Xia Wanyuan's aura, she looked very imposing, making one unconsciously feel pressured.

"Before the Han Dynasty was formed, the popular clothes in China were clothes made of straw and wide sleeves. Deep clothes were used as clothing, and after deep clothes, a kind of clothing that was cut from top to bottom appeared…

The wide sleeves and long length were one of the obvious characteristics of the sleeve shape of the gown in Chinese clothes. The gown in Chinese clothes usually had wide sleeves. The Northern and Southern Dynasties were mainly made of Chinese robes, and the Sui and Tang Dynasties were half-exposed…"

Xia Wanyuan had thousands of years of fashion history.

From the characteristics of clothes to the style of clothes popular in various dynasties, and the jewelry that matched the clothes,

From the Xia Dynasty to modern times, endless history and rigorous data.

Xia Wanyuan even used a pen to draw a tableau on the screen beside her.

Her painting skills were good to begin with. Even though everyone did not know China's culture, they could feel an extremely strong beauty from the clothes displayed on the screen.

Everyone present was dumbfounded.

They had seen people who were wild, but they had never seen someone so wild.

Actually, everyone present was not stupid. Everyone could tell that the reporter was causing trouble for Xia Wanyuan.

Everyone thought that Xia Wanyuan would argue with her. Who would have thought that Xia Wanyuan would casually fish out the history of China's clothing transformation, just like this walking history album?

After Xia Wanyuan finished speaking, she stopped and looked at the reporter. "You love your country's clothes so much, so you should know them very well, right? I'd like to hear the details. Also, I'm quite curious when Han Country spread the style of clothes to China."

The reporter's face turned pale. Sensing the complicated gazes around her, she gritted her teeth. "Professor Xia is indeed Professor Xia. Scholars are indeed sharp-tongued."

Xia Wanyuan looked straight at the reporter. "China itself is a country that values culture."

The reporter's heart skipped a beat. She sat down with a dejected expression.

[ F*ck!! It kills the heart, hahahaha. Amazing, how does Xia Wanyuan know so much!! Let the reporters be cheap!! She even ran to foreign news to smear China. Serves her right!! ]

[ Xia Wanyuan is amazing. This is the best way to slap her in the face, hahaha. I'm so happy to see that reporter unable to speak. Didn't you say how amazing your country's clothes were every day? Why? You can't even explain the origin of history now. Why aren't you jumping anymore? A group of uncultured things. ]

[ I'm from France, but I admire Xia Wanyuan very much. I should say that I admire everyone who defends the dignity of their country like this. ]

In the studio, after the farce just now, the next questions became very normal.

After hearing Xia Wanyuan's explanation, the host was very impressed by her.

As the two of them chatted, they unknowingly talked about Xia Wanyuan's recent schedule.

"Miss Xia, how many times have you come to America?"

"Two."

"There are many beautiful places in America." The host invited Xia Wanyuan enthusiastically. "Miss Xia, if you don't mind, I'm willing to be your tour guide. When you have time, I'll bring you around America."

"Thank you, but I don't have that plan for now."

"I heard that Miss Xia is going to participate in the fencing competition this time?" The host usually liked such sports, so he was very sensitive to such news from Xia Wanyuan.

"Yes." Xia Wanyuan did not hide it.

"I really didn't expect this." The host was nearly 1.9 meters tall. He was shocked.

After all, in the eyes of foreigners, the Chinese were very thin and weak, as if they could fall with a push.

And Xia Wanyuan looked even smaller in front of him. He felt that one of his arms was thicker than Xia Wanyuan's legs, so it was difficult to imagine that Xia Wanyuan knew fencing.

At this moment, an audience in the audience raised obvious doubts. "You're so thin. How can you fence? Are you joking?"

The female reporter, who had just been embarrassed by Xia Wanyuan, echoed, "Fencing is more popular overseas. How many people in China like this sport?"

Everyone was indeed very impressed by China's history. After all, those real things were there.

However, in the minds of modern people, fencing was a sport passed down from the nobles of Continent O. Seeing Xia Wanyuan so weak, no one believed it.

The host looked at Xia Wanyuan. "Miss Xia, if you don't mind, can you perform for us?"

Xia Wanyuan nodded. "Sure."

Anyway, there were only five minutes left until the end of the recording. Xia Wanyuan felt that performing swordsmanship would end this interview.

The production team quickly brought the props up.

Xia Wanyuan picked up her sword and did not start gesturing as everyone had imagined.

Instead, she took her sword and poked an apple on the table.

Everyone was stunned. What was she doing?

Just as the audience began to whisper, Xia Wanyuan finally moved.

Her wrist trembled slightly, and the sword in her hand seemed to have a soul, turning into a roaring dragon.

The apple on the tip of the sword was thrown into the air. Xia Wanyuan drew more than ten sword flowers in the air.

Everyone was dazzled and could not see Xia Wanyuan's sword shadow clearly. They only knew that the speed of Xia Wanyuan's sword was so fast that it was an afterimage.

After a while, the afterimage finally dissipated. Xia Wanyuan stopped.

At this moment, the tip of the sword was still the apple from before without any damage.

The host clapped repeatedly. "That's amazing! You used your sword so quickly and did so many actions, but the apple didn't fall and you weren't injured at all. I believe your control of strength must be very precise."

The audience was also prepared to praise her.

At that moment, Xia Wanyuan's wrist trembled and she placed the apple back on the fruit plate.

Then, the tip of the sword raised slightly, and the skin outside the apple fell off, revealing the plump flesh inside.

???

The live audience and the audience in the live-stream felt the same.

[ F*ck my eyes! What's going on? Yuan Yuan, how many more surprises are you going to give me? ]

[That's amazing. I told you that Chinese people know martial arts!! Alright, you don't have to explain anymore!! Pick a Chinese person to teach me Qinggong on the spot. I'll buy you food every day!]

[ Howl, the misunderstanding that everyone in China knows martial arts seems to be deepening again. I'm sorry, I've dragged everyone down. I'm a useless person. ]

In the broadcasting room, the host thought that Xia Wanyuan was already very amazing. He did not expect her to be even more amazing.

Looking at the apple on the table that was cut even smoother than a machine, the host felt that his worldview over the past few decades had been impacted.

So sword techniques could reach this level too?

At this moment, the program had already been recorded.

The host wanted to pull Xia Wanyuan along to say a few more words and ask her to acknowledge him as her disciple.

However, Jun Shiling had already walked forward and pulled Xia Wanyuan into his arms.

The host widened his eyes at Jun Shiling. "I still have questions."

"You can tell me if you have any questions." Jun Shiling's expression was cold. "I'm her husband."

"…" The host silently swallowed his words of leaving his contact information.

Jun Shiling held Xia Wanyuan's hand and walked out. Along the way, he received many gazes.

"How can you be jealous?" Xia Wanyuan gently pinched Jun Shiling's palm. "Is there anything else you're not jealous of, CEO Jun?"

Jun Shiling glanced at her. "When you're old and become an old lady, you won't walk out and a lot of people will covet you."

A smile appeared in Xia Wanyuan's eyes. "Petty."

Jun Shiling did not comment.

So what if I'm petty?

The two of them chatted as they left the television building.

A tall blond man with blue eyes stood at the entrance of the building. The man seemed to have been looking at Xia Wanyuan.

Sensing this gaze, Xia Wanyuan looked over and met a pair of blue eyes.

Seeing Xia Wanyuan look at him, Wayne waved his hand excitedly. "Goddess!! Angel!!"

"…" Xia Wanyuan really wanted to ask who this was.

However, the last word this man called out sounded very familiar to Xia Wanyuan.

Beside Xia Wanyuan, Jun Shiling looked at Wayne thoughtfully, then reached out and hugged Xia Wanyuan tighter. He even stood in front of Xia Wanyuan, blocking Wayne's vision.

Wayne was a little unhappy that he could not see his goddess anymore. He glanced at Jun Shiling and strode over. "Hello, CEO Jun."

Jun Shiling glanced at him. "Young Master Wayne of the Blue family, why are you here today?"

Wayne looked over Jun Shiling's shoulder at Xia Wanyuan. "I'm here to chase celebrities."

"…" Xia Wanyuan looked at Wayne in amusement.

With Jun Shiling's introduction, she knew who Wayne was.

Back then, someone from America had sent a letter to the manor to remind her that "someone from the Blue family would harm her".

Now it seemed that the person who had sent the letter was Wayne.

"My wife is not feeling well and is not suitable to see guests." Jun Shiling blocked Xia Wanyuan.

Wayne looked around for a long time but did not see Xia Wanyuan. He was furious.

He knew that idols shouldn't get married! It was so fragrant to start a career alone! Now that she was married, not only did she have to be controlled by a control freak like Jun Shiling, but she also couldn't interact with male fans openly.

Wayne looked disappointed.

Although he did not like Jun Shiling, Wayne still reminded him, "There have been many changes in the Blue family recently. You have to protect my Angel."

Jun Shiling's expression darkened when he heard Wayne's address. "Of course."

Only then did Wayne look at Xia Wanyuan. "Alright, I won't talk to you anymore. I still have something on."

After Wayne left, Xia Wanyuan pushed Jun Shiling. "Is this the second young master of the Blue family?"

"Mm." Looking in the direction Wayne left, Jun Shiling narrowed his eyes. "I don't think I've received any news about the changes in the Blue family."

Xia Wanyuan pulled Jun Shiling out. "Alright, don't think too much now. Let's go back and conserve our energy."

After recording the show for so long, Xia Wanyuan was hungry and tired. Now, she only wanted to eat and sleep.

Back at the castle, Xia Wanyuan slept early after dinner.

Jun Shiling covered her with the blanket and had just walked out of the bedroom when the butler walked over. "Young Master, a gentleman who calls himself Fang Jin outside wants to see Madam."

"Fang Jin?" Jun Shiling frowned slightly. "Let him in."

"Okay."

Soon, the butler led a young man in. It was Fang Jin, who had appeared in Beijing last year and had briefly interacted with Xia Wanyuan.

Seeing Jun Shiling, Fang Jin bowed and saluted him. "CEO Jun, sorry to disturb you."

"What's the matter?" Jun Shiling sat on the sofa and looked at the newspaper in his hand quietly.

"Yes, the doctor gave Mr. Blue a notice of critical illness. His only wish now is to see Xia Wanyuan. I came over now to ask Madam Jun if she's willing to see him."

The current Mr. Blue was already terminally ill. He was clearly about to lose consciousness, but as long as he heard Xia Wanyuan's name, he would still have some reaction.

Fang Jin had followed him for so many years, but this was the first time he had seen the iron-blooded Mr. Blue so fragile. The doctor had already given the last notice, so Fang Jin wanted him to have this wish.

Jun Shiling put the newspaper aside. "No."