Hot Search Alert! The Princess Goes Viral Worldwide

After the drone was shot down, the live broadcast was cut off, and all screens displaying the stream turned black.

At first, netizens didn’t react immediately, but after a moment, they realized the broadcast had ended completely.

"Is it really over?" Everyone exchanged glances, unable to believe it.

Just like that? So easily?

Their minds were still stranded on that deserted island.

After a long daze, the crowd finally snapped back to reality and began frantically discussing the events across various platforms.

Roaring with pent-up emotions, they couldn’t hold back—they needed an outlet.

On Douyin, clips of Gu Nanyan were everywhere, flooding the platform. The comments were filled with:

[Ahhh! My Empress, she’s too majestic!]

[The Empress has gone wild—let me kneel at the hem of her skirt!]

[Move aside, let me kneel first!]

[Can I kneel behind you? I don’t ask for much, just a spot to kneel!]

On Weibo, Gu Nanyan’s follower count skyrocketed, quickly hitting 100 million—but that wasn’t the limit. It eventually surged to 300 million.

300 million followers. And every single one was an active, real fan.

On Zhihu, countless questions popped up.

—Can Gu Nanyan make it back alive?

The answers were unanimous:

[Stupid question, delete and rephrase. Isn’t it obvious? Don’t insult Empress Gu’s strength.]

[Exactly! That Fox guy in black already defected—he’ll definitely provide the island’s coordinates. Even if he doesn’t, Gu Nanyan and the others have taken over the island’s equipment and can send signals to the outside world.

And even in the worst-case scenario—if Fox doesn’t know the coordinates and signals can’t be sent… it still doesn’t matter. They have plenty of food and can stay as long as needed. The country will definitely find them.]

The question was deemed too low-quality and quickly buried. A second one rose to prominence.

—How did Gu Nanyan manage to turn Fox, the man in black, against his own side?

Answer 1: [Same question—I’m dying to know.

No offense, but none of you watched the livestream as long as I did. Aside from sleeping, I was glued to Gu Nanyan’s channel 24/7—and even then, she was sleeping when I was.

I barely missed a second, and I still didn’t catch when she flipped him.

Her daytime routine was simple: riding a tiger around, collecting grass balls, then shopping at the store.]

Answer 2: [I used to be a scout, so I’ll stay anonymous.

Gu Nanyan wasn’t just wandering aimlessly—she was scouting the terrain. Did you notice? The more she moved around, the fewer cameras were left on the island. Later on, most footage came from distant drone shots.

So, my guess? She was selectively destroying key surveillance points.

Also, her shopping trips weren’t just for supplies. She was gathering intel on the enemy. Another thing—she spoke with every black-clad guard at least once. If I had to bet, she was studying them, looking for weaknesses.]

Comments under this answer: [Mind blown. Gu Nanyan is next-level. And props to you, answerer—I was blind as a bat, staring at the screen and seeing nothing.]

Answer 3: [Gu Nanyan must be a psychology expert—that’s how she broke Fox’s defenses. Remember what she told the tiger-masked leader? She flipped Fox at the last second before he attacked.

Meaning, ​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌‌​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​​​​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌‌​​​‍Fox was tough to crack. But Gu Nanyan lured him with money, then stacked contingency plans—first the tiger-led beast squad, then airborne sedatives… until Fox realized his side was losing. That’s why he switched.

Smart move on his part—knowing when to fold.]

Netizens marveled at the explanation, though some still had doubts.

Could Gu Nanyan really protect Fox?

"Of course," someone replied. "This island is uninhabited. And don’t forget—Gu Nanyan is the wife of the Zhan family, one of Hua Country’s top elites. She’s got money and power. As long as Fox stays out of Hua Country and hides in some small nation, he’ll be near impossible to track."

While the internet buzzed with debate, the island itself was eerily calm.

With the crisis resolved, Gu Nanyan stopped wandering and settled in a quiet spot.

The others, meanwhile, fell into their roles. Before, they’d been directionless—but under Gu Nanyan’s guidance, they’d found purpose.

Teacher Qi managed logistics, meticulously organizing meals and daily necessities.

Chen Tian and Li Ang hunted outside, though they rarely caught even a feather. Still, they never tired of it.

The twin girls and their friends gathered to sew, convinced the store-bought clothes were too tacky for Gu Nanyan’s ethereal beauty. They were determined to tailor something worthy of her.

Zhou Qinian circled the camp, watching everyone absorbed in their tasks.

He hesitated, standing still.

He wanted to see Gu Nanyan—to thank her in person.

Clenching his fingers, Zhou Qinian headed into the woods, knowing she was there.

Beyond a small grove, he reached a sunlit hillside. The warm light bathed the grass in gold.

At the hill’s crest, a massive tiger sprawled lazily, belly exposed.

A woman leaned against its soft fur, head bowed in deep concentration, as if solving some complex puzzle.

Her serious demeanor cast a tense aura over the surroundings.

Zhou Qinian stepped lightly.

The tiger’s ears twitched, sensing his approach. It lifted its head, gave him a drowsy glance, then dismissed him as harmless.

Circling around, Zhou Qinian finally saw what Gu Nanyan was doing—she was dismantling equipment.

Yes, dismantling. The confiscated devices from the black-clad guards, the wrecked drone—all torn apart.

The hillside was littered with scattered components.

Zhou Qinian’s lips twitched. He’d assumed she was pondering some profound mystery—but no, she was just taking things apart.

How was this any different from his mischievous little nephew?

Rubbing his temples, he approached.

Only after removing the drone’s last screw did Gu Nanyan finally look up.

Her eyes were dark, fathomless as an abyss—yet when they met his, there was an effortless calm, almost regal in its detachment.

It wasn’t intentional arrogance, nor disdain. It was simply the bearing of an emperor, ingrained in her bones.

She pressed her fingertips to her temples, and in an instant, the imperial aura receded. Warmth took its place.

This was her mastery—commanding reverence fit for a ruler, yet softening effortlessly, every word and gesture like a gentle breeze.