Chapter 120: Jiang Sui, right? You’ve been quite popular lately.

Jiang Sui’s pen paused slightly as she signed her name; the polite smile on her face seemed to grow warmer. Next to her signature, she drew a strange little symbol. If one didn’t look closely, it would be impossible to notice—it merely seemed like an extra flourish in her handwriting.

She returned the notebook and pen to the girl, smiling gently. “You will be happy,” she said.

The girl nodded excitedly, clutching her notebook as if it were a precious treasure. “Thank you, Sui Sui. I won’t disturb you any longer.”

With that, she hurried away.

Jiang Sui’s smile faded gradually as she watched the girl’s retreating figure. Suddenly, she raised her hand and studied the lines on her palm.

There, something only she could see began to emerge—golden lines spreading across her palm like the budding branches of a tree. For now, only a small trace of gold appeared at the base, as if hinting at new growth.

This was… merit points?

The golden lines signified merit points. In the world of metaphysics, it was believed that the greater one’s merit, the stronger one’s spiritual power. Merit points could also be exchanged with the will of heaven for many blessings—such as fortune, prosperity, and longevity.

Yet, though people of the metaphysical world generally refrained from evil deeds, it didn’t mean they always performed acts of virtue.

After all, doing good was far harder than doing wrong.

Thus, even when Jiang Sui had once been a metaphysics master, she had accumulated few merit points. She hadn’t even known when she might disappear—so why bother amassing them?

She hadn’t expected to have any now.

She asked the system, “What did I do? How come I have merit points?”

The system replied, “It’s probably because you’re a celebrity, so you carry celebrity influence. The good your presence brings to others generates merit. That girl you just met will likely become a wonderful mother in the future because of your influence, so merit points were created.”

Jiang Sui understood. “So that’s how it works.”

She had just drawn a talisman of good fortune for the girl.

A talisman, infused with her spiritual power, would carry a blessing—guiding the girl’s life toward everything she wished for, smooth and auspicious.

The system added, “Besides trading merit with the will of heaven for benefits, you can also bestow your merit on others to shelter them. Of course, you don’t have to save it up; as long as you don’t harm your own virtue, you won’t have a short life.”

Jiang Sui wanted to ask the system about Little Meow, but was interrupted by Shi Heng. “Is there a flower on your hand? You’ve been staring at it for ages. Don’t tell me you’ve signed so many autographs you’ve gone silly. Look—Han Shuang is auditioning for the lead actress now.”

Jiang Sui snapped out of her inner conversation with the system and looked up at the stage, where Han Shuang and Qin Ze were performing a scene.

Han Shuang said, “Your Majesty, I am but an ordinary woman. What I long for is not the high walls of the palace, nor the endless rivalries of the harem. All I want is a lifetime with one person and freedom. If you cannot give me that, then please… let me go…”

Han Shuang’s expression was pained and sorrowful, her voice trailing off as if she wished to say more but could not. Jiang Sui frowned, suddenly recalling that when she first transmigrated in her previous life, she had met such a woman.

But the wretched emperor, lacking all sense of romance, simply replied on the spot, “Then get out.”

And so, the woman left the palace, weeping.

At the director’s call of “Cut,” Han Shuang’s audition ended.

Although Qin Ze was only making a guest appearance, he handled the scene well and, if anything, his presence outshone Han Shuang’s, earning him considerable praise from the director. Han Shuang’s performance, while decent, was too conventional, and the director made no decision.

Feeling disappointed and frustrated, Han Shuang brushed off Tina’s attempt at comfort.

Jiang Sui stood and walked over to the director.

“Director Lin,” she greeted politely, her manner respectful yet poised.

“Jiang Sui, is it?” Director Lin glanced at her profile, commenting offhandedly, “You’ve been quite popular lately.”