Chapter 1302: Chapter 1302: None of Them
Today marked Hannah’s fifth year on Blue Star.
After a long while, she received another message from that person.
It was far more detailed than the information gleaned by those two regular viewers from the live stream and Jinlian.
In the imperial palace resided two royals, a king and a queen, who wore nobility on their faces, disdain in their eyes, and took pride in their thick-skinned nature.
Beneath them was the "world-saving" eldest princess.
These three individuals represented the entire interstellar royalty.
Hypocritical, false.
The message conveyed recent military deployments of the royalty.
The forces that had been on the border were withdrawn by half and now only tasked with securing the royal family’s safety.
Apparently, the imperial family members had been frightened by prior incidents of head shaving and underwear theft.
However, after withdrawing their people, they sent a new person over.
His name was Sheffield Benedict.
He wasn’t there to declare war, but to negotiate.
Because Sheffield’s role was that of a negotiator, doubling as a translator.
The nomads he dealt with came from various planets, often uttering dialects that were almost intelligible, mostly while swearing.
The type of swearing that could infuriate the eldest princess to the point of fainting.
Jinlian could also see the contents of the message, but it didn’t quite understand.
Nevertheless, it recognized this person named Sheffield Benedict.
Because his popularity in the royal house was second only to Commander Wayne Lane.
Not because he was extraordinarily capable, but because he was exceptionally genteel, unlike anyone else bred by the royalty, devoid of any arrogance.
Thus, he was very beloved by the citizens of the empire.
Jinlian played on the curtain swing, kicking its short legs at the glass window over and over, "Master, are we going back?"
Hannah clicked to delete the message and cleared the data in the background, shaking her head.
Jinlian stopped and stared at its master blankly, "Are we not going back then?"
Hannah shook her head again.
Jinlian didn’t understand, but it seemed to grasp something.
It didn’t dwell on the question any longer, "Master, may I send a message to Dalang then?"
Hannah looked down at it and helped to untangle a thread from its claw, "Yes, go ahead."
Jinlian ran off happily.
Hannah stood by the window for a long while, until the heavy rain lightened, then the light rain intensified again.
The movie’s promotion had reached its final phase.
The director changed his mind at the last minute, pushing back the previously agreed release date to first submit the film for a festival competition.
He also registered for several awards.
These included Best Actress and Best Actor.
If Hannah could win the Best Actress award this time, it would be her second award at the film festival.
The results were not out yet, but the online buzz had already built up.
After many years, fans unearthed Hannah’s past performances with her team on stage.
They remarked that an idol from a casting show making it this far was truly a beacon for all idols.
It slapped the faces of so many other idols of the same origin who still needed their fans to make excuses for ’working hard and making progress.’
Hannah was browsing her phone when she happened to see a fan post a video from the night she was formed into her group.
Due to Tiffany Lynch’s influence, the original video had been taken down many years ago; what remained were the "treasures" hoarded by fans.
Hannah watched for a while when Arnold Simmons brought in late-night snacks into the room.
She didn’t rush to eat, but pulled Arnold close into his arms to watch her debut night’s clip together.
