The King of Xiuxianjuan returns to modern times and becomes a landlord

A shining new star has recently emerged in the entertainment industry, seemingly gifted with an imperial aura of dignity. His face is resolute, with distinct lines, like a sculptor's meticulous work. His slender figure, with impeccable proportions, resembles the perfect form of a model on a catwalk. From the moment he entered the entertainment industry, this rising star captivated audiences with his unique charm and aura.

Remarkably, he was quickly chosen by renowned director Zhang Yimou as the male lead in his new drama. Zhang Yimou is renowned for his unique artistic vision and rigorous standards for his productions, and his selection of this rising star as the male lead is testament to his exceptional talent and potential. The announcement of this news caused a huge stir in the entertainment industry, fueling anticipation and curiosity about the rising star's future.

As night fell, the stars in the sky seemed to whisper to each other, while the moon, like a shy maiden, veiled its features behind a veil of clouds. Yet, she still managed to pierce through the clouds, casting her silken rays upon the luxurious hotel room where Emperor Xin was staying. Inside, the soft light of the room intertwined with the moonlight outside the window, creating a tranquil and mysterious scene. The exquisite paintings hanging on the wall seemed to come alive under the light, emitting a subtle glow.

Emperor Xin, the legendary king, was now slowly emerging from the bathroom, wet water droplets still lingering on his body. The water droplets shimmered in the light, like stars falling into the mortal world. His steps were steady and powerful, each one a reminder of his past glory and honor. His eyes were deep, as if he could see through all the vanity and excess of the world. The corners of his mouth curled up slightly, a barely perceptible smile, as if he were savoring the tranquility and beauty of the moment.

The furnishings in the room radiate luxury and taste, from the spacious and comfortable bed to the gold-rimmed dressing table, each exudes a sense of nobility. The night view outside the window is breathtakingly beautiful, the city lights twinkling in the night like sparkling gems inlaid in the dark sky.

Emperor Xin walked to the window and gently pushed it open. A gentle breeze blew in, bringing with it the coolness of the night and the fragrance of flowers. He took a deep breath, as if, in that moment, all his worries and stress were cast away. He stood quietly by the window, enjoying this rare moment of tranquility, as if the whole world had stopped for him.

On this quiet night, the city lights outside the window gradually faded, like a single, brilliant star twinkling on the ground, echoing the bright stars on the skyline. This scene, a mirror image of another world, evoked a sense of the distant universe and the endless passage of time. Emperor Xin stood quietly at the window, his gaze deep and distant, as if he had transcended the boundaries of time and space, traversed the long river of history, and witnessed the glorious years and vicissitudes of his life. A subtle smile played on his face, a sense of relief at the passing of time, a sense of indifference to past glory, yet also filled with anticipation and longing for the future. In this smile, there was both a nostalgia for the past and an infinite reverie for the future, as if, at this moment, time had stood still, and history and reality intertwined to present a magnificent scene.

As he turned, he grabbed the towel beside him and gently, methodically wiped away the remaining water droplets. Every movement was graceful, unhurried. The subtle fragrance wafting from the bathroom blended with the perfume that filled the room, creating a unique atmosphere. This atmosphere seemed like a magic that drew people in, unable to extricate themselves.

Emperor Xin slowly walked to the bedside and gently sat down. His gaze began to wander around every corner of the room, meticulously examining every detail. From the ornaments in the corners to the small ornaments on the bedside table, each item seemed to hold a special meaning. A sense of contentment filled his heart, as if all his worries and stress had vanished in that moment. At the same time, an indescribable sense of peace quietly welled up within him, bringing him a sense of immense calm and comfort.

Emperor Xin lay on his bed, his bathrobe open, revealing his muscular chest. He recalled a few months ago, when he had returned to the imperial capital and Shan Zhizhi had asked about his future plans. He had expressed his desire to enter the entertainment industry, and Shan Zhizhi, without questioning the reason, had begun planning everything for him. Only then did Emperor Xin truly understand Ying Meng's parting words.

"Emperor Xin, I'm helping you be reborn this time not just because I need the good fortune of humanity, but more importantly, to the people of China, you are an ancestor. Regardless of your past deeds, you are always a part of China."

"I understand. While I have my own selfish desires in arranging for you to sign a contract with Elder Wei, Elder Wei's status also serves as a shield for you. In this life, no one can make choices for you. You have the right to determine your own destiny."

"Emperor Xin, this is the limit of the help I can provide you. Please remember, as long as you do not violate or trample on the laws and regulations of the Chinese nation, no one can take action against you."

Suddenly, a sharp, forceful knock on the door broke Di Xin's reverie. Responding from his reverie, Di Xin stood up, walked toward the door, and opened it. Standing outside was the agent sent by the Security Bureau. He looked serious, as if he had something urgent to report.

Tushan Yan stood by the door, stealing a glimpse of Di Xin through the crack. He saw Di Xin, clad in a bathrobe, with a slender figure, radiating a unique charm. Tushan Yan couldn't help but sigh inwardly: if he weren't a male fox, he would have lost control and pounced on him. His heartbeat quickened, and his cheeks flushed slightly, but he quickly regained control of his emotions and regained his usual composure.

"Come in!" Emperor Xin opened the door and warmly invited Tushan Yan into the room.

"What can I do for you?" Emperor Xin sat down on the sofa, his every move revealing the majesty of an emperor.

Tu Shanyan sat down on the chair opposite him. "Your personal studio has been officially registered under the name of Huayu Film and Television. I have properly handled all related matters. Here are the relevant contract documents."

Di Xin took the contract and carefully read it over. Over the past few months, under Shan Zhizhi's arrangement, he had attended classes at the Beijing Film Academy and the University of Political Science and Law in China. He examined the contract in his hand, confirmed it was correct, and solemnly signed his name.

"I have declined all other invitations for you. The ones that are sent to you now are all insignificant. Only if you perform well in Director Zhang's movie and achieve excellent results after the movie is released, can you gain a firm foothold in the entertainment industry." Tushan Yan explained his plan in detail to Emperor Xin.

Although Emperor Xin had never been involved in this field, he trusted his people and he really needed a work that could represent himself.