"You're the Monk up there, and I'm the princess' character. The lines are right after the marked roles. If you can't remember the lines, just look at the script. You don't have to act too seriously, just get the gist of it."
"Sure."
Rong Yan had just finished speaking when she realized that he couldn't possibly forget his lines. The last time she had rattled off a dozen obscure medicinal herb names, he had remembered every single one without error. How could he possibly forget a few hundred words of lines?
She didn't dwell on the question any longer, paused for a moment, cast down her eyes to find the right feeling, and began to recite her lines.
"Bian Ji, I have something to tell you."
"What is it?"
"I've already said I have something to tell you; can you stop chanting for a moment and put down the scripture in your hands?"
Li Shengxiao unexpectedly recreated the scene, set down the script, and looked into her eyes, "Please say it, Your Highness."