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"It's all because you kept rushing me, I couldn't even think clearly," Anne muttered softly.

Lucas Taylor chuckled helplessly, truly thinking his royal sister was "headstrong" enough, "You take half a incense stick of time to think over each move, by the time I finish this game with you, I'm afraid..." Lucas Taylor laughed and pointed to the eastern sky, "Tomorrow's sun would have risen."

"What's wrong with the sun rising? We can watch the sunrise together," Anne mumbled, pursing her lips, her expression somewhat distracted as if lost in thought.

At this time, a maid came to pour tea and add water. Her hand trembled, spilling water onto Lucas Taylor's python robe. The maid was so scared that she knelt down and kowtowed for forgiveness, "Forgive me, Second Prince, for my clumsiness, dirtying your clothes. I beg for your mercy."

Lucas Taylor brushed his sleeve, looking at the water-stained robe, furrowed his brows, then turned to the trembling maid kneeling on the ground. Considering she served beside the Princess, she was surprisingly fragile. He eased his brows and said softly, "Stand up. It was an inadvertent mistake on your part. However, palace rules are strict. If you keep being clumsy in your tasks, you better leave the palace early, lest you lose your life someday."

"The Princess saved me, granting this life within the palace. Her great kindness I shall remember forever. How could I leave without repaying such debt? I have learned from Your Highness's teachings; I will never make such a mistake again," Yvaine knelt on the ground, kowtowed, the words were powerful despite her face being hidden. It left others feeling she was no ordinary maid.

Sitting behind the monitor, Caleb furrowed his brows as he stood beside his assistant, who looked on nervously on Eleanor Spencer's behalf.

The camera shifted to focus on Andrew Kennedy.

Lucas Taylor's eyes flashed with admiration, elegantly curled into a faint smile, "What's your name?"

Yvaine slightly bowed, "My name is Yvaine, Your Highness." Reader support at M*VLEM*PYR made this translation possible.

"Lift your head," Lucas Taylor commanded.

Yvaine pressed her fingers to the ground, paused for a moment, then slowly raised her head—

"Cut!"

A voice suddenly erupted with anger.

Caleb, unable to endure it, threw the script aside, and raged, "What kind of acting is this? Do you know this is the most important scene! When Yvaine meets the Second Prince, there's fear, anxiety, and hidden admiration deep inside. Yet all I saw was a stiff face and fake smiles. What are you smiling about? And what's with those tears? Though Yvaine's status is humble, her inner strength is profound. It's precisely because of this that the Second Prince falls for her. You've... you've utterly ruined this character!"

The staff gasped collectively; since filming began, Eleanor Spencer had never been directly reprimanded like this.

Although she's a newcomer, her skills were among the better ones in her peer group.

However—

That was before seeing Aurelia Shaw's performance. After witnessing yesterday's scene, watching others act left a sense of unfulfillment, never quite satisfying.

Aurelia Shaw's acting is truly superb.

But Eleanor Spencer's acting used to be decent too. What happened today? Why has her performance been off all afternoon?

Feeling the piercing gazes around her, Eleanor Spencer clenched her fingers, gritted her teeth, and held back without speaking. After restarting, she was NG'd again, and her state worsened each time.

Thinking how she messed up so many times in front of Aurelia Shaw, Eleanor Spencer felt embarrassed, eager to regain face, but the more anxious she became, the harder it was to get into character, performing worse with each attempt.

Seeing Caleb's expression gradually turning darker—