The fall of the empress
Breaking News—Film Empress Jiang Yuxi's True Colors Exposed!
The headlines came in waves, flooding every major news outlet, social media feed, and entertainment website.
Countless variations of the same story, each more damning than the last.
> "Shocking Documentary Exposes Film Empress Jiang Yuxi's Dark Side!"
"Jiang Yuxi: The True Face Behind the Glamour."
"Actors and Staff Speak Out—The Villainess of the Industry Finally Unmasked!"
The documentary had dropped in the dead of night, a perfectly calculated move.
One moment, Jiang Yuxi had been asleep.
The next, she had woken up to a storm she could never have prepared for.
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A Lifetime of Work Reduced to Ashes.Her phone had been ringing non-stop.
The notifications were endless—calls from her agency, messages from reporters, emails from brands and directors.
Her manager had stopped answering.Her company had released a vague statement distancing themselves from her.
And all Jiang Yuxi could do was sit there, staring at the bright glow of the television screen, watching as years of relentless effort, perfection, and control crumbled before her eyes.
The documentary played in front of her, an unforgiving montage of accusations and twisted truths.
Testimonies from actresses, actors, former staff members, directors, stylists—
Each one giving a carefully curated account of their "experiences" with her.
> "She once threw an entire meal in the trash in front of the staff."
The clip played—a grainy video of her discarding a plate of untouched food, her face cold, expression unreadable.
What they didn't say?
She had been allergic to shrimp.She had warned them.
Her manager had explicitly informed the staff.And yet, they had still served it to her.
She had politely set it aside at first, but when the director had insisted she eat, she had lost her patience.
The camera had only caught the last moment—the plate being discarded, the looks of "shock" from the staff.
And now, it was evidence of her being a diva.
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Another clip played.
A director spoke with deep disappointment.
> "She had me removed from my own film simply because I didn't 'respect' her enough."
Jiang Yuxi's grip on the remote tightened.
The truth?
That director had harassed one of the young female extras.
She had caught him in the act.
She had reported him.
She had used her influence to get him fired.
And now?
He was playing the victim.
Spinning the story into a narrative where she was the ruthless tyrant, the one who crushed people's careers on a whim.
Lies.
Twisted, manipulated half-truths designed to make her look like the monster they wanted her to be.
And the worst part?
She couldn't even defend herself.
Because every accusation had a shred of truth buried within it.
Enough truth to make denial pointless.
Enough truth to destroy her.
She might have been able to stomach it—the lies, the twisted accusations, the media's rabid feeding frenzy.But then, at the very end of the documentary—
He appeared. Jiang Wei.
The very man who was now smiling softly into the camera, voice filled with faux sincerity.
> "I want to thank the brave individuals who spoke up today."
"It's not easy to stand against someone so powerful, so seemingly untouchable."
"But together, we can create a better industry—one that's fair, one that's free of fear."
Jiang Yuxi felt her stomach turn.Bastard.Hypocrite.
She wanted to throw her phone at the screen, wanted to tear apart the smirk hidden beneath his words.
Jiang Wei—the man who played the underdog, the struggling hero, the righteous challenger.
The man who had once been nothing.
The man who had risen through sheer calculation and carefully crafted public sympathy.
She had never truly hated him, more of mild dislike.
Not until now. Now she loathed him.
Not until he stood there, acting like a martyr, soaking up the sympathy of the public—
Using her as his stepping stone.
Her destruction as his victory.
**
A Week in Hell
Jiang Yuxi stopped checking her phone.
Every notification was another cancellation.
Every call was another endorsement being dropped.
Every email was another contract termination.
Within hours, her entire career had been erased.
All it took was one night.
One night to burn down everything she had built.
She tried to leave her apartment.
The moment she stepped outside, she had been swarmed by reporters, blinded by camera flashes, suffocated by accusations being shouted from every direction.
> "Do you have anything to say about the documentary?!"
"Are you going to apologize to your victims?!"
"Jiang Wei has spoken against you—what's your response?!"
"Will you retire from the industry?!"
She had barely made it back inside before the mob could tear her apart.
She hadn't stepped outside since.
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Now, she sat in her penthouse, a bottle of wine in her hand, watching the city lights blink back at her.
Her so-called friends had stopped calling.
The people she had once worked with, the ones who had smiled at her, clinked glasses with her, celebrated her success—They had all disappeared.
Some had sent vague messages of "support from afar" before saying they needed to "distance themselves until things blew over."
Others had simply blocked her altogether.
It didn't surprise her. Not really.
She had never been the most social person.
She had always respected people's boundaries and expected them to do the same.
But to be left completely alone, as her world crumbled around her—It was suffocating.
The loneliness wrapped around her like a cold, unrelenting shadow.She took another sip, closing her eyes as she leaned back against the chair.
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Meanwhile, in the System Core…
> SYSTEM 404: [CHECKING PLOT INTEGRITY…]
SYSTEM 404: [PLOT STABLE.]
SYSTEM 404: [THE FALL OF THE VILLAINESS HAS OCCURRED.]
SYSTEM 404: [PUBLIC OPINION HAS TURNED AGAINST HER.]
SYSTEM 404: [THE MALE LEAD HAS EMERGED AS THE RIGHTEOUS HERO.]
SYSTEM 404: [EVERYTHING IS PERFECT.]
SYSTEM 404: [NO NEED TO SEARCH FOR HOST—PLOT IS FUNCTIONING AS INTENDED.]
SYSTEM 404: [VILLAINESS ERASED.]
SYSTEM 404: [CHECKMATE.]