"It’s all because you kept rushing , 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 ti to think over each move, by the ti I finish this ga 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 sowhat distracted as if lost in thought.
At this ti, a maid ca 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 , Second Prince, for my clumsiness, dirtying your clothes. I beg for your rcy."
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 soday."
"The Princess saved , granting this life within the palace. Her great kindness I shall rember 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 cara shifted to focus on Andrew Kennedy.
Lucas Taylor’s eyes flashed with admiration, elegantly curled into a faint smile, "What’s your na?"
Yvaine slightly bowed, "My na is Yvaine, Your Highness."
"Lift your head," Lucas Taylor commanded.
Yvaine pressed her fingers to the ground, paused for a mont, 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 ets 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 newcor, 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 unfulfillnt, 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 ti.
Thinking how she ssed up so many tis in front of Aurelia Shaw, Eleanor Spencer felt embarrassed, eager to regain face, but the more anxious she beca, the harder it was to get into character, performing worse with each attempt.
Seeing Caleb’s expression gradually turning darker—
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