The classroom was alive with performances.
At the empty seats in the back, the teaching assistant was distributing topics.
After drawing lots to get their topics, everyone stared at their selections, dumbfounded.
"Sister Wan, what did you get?"
Jiang Keer sneakily hid her own slip of paper.
Ye Wan displayed hers openly.
The slip of paper bore two large characters: "Maid."
Ye Wan was very composed.
She was still pondering what kind of impromptu performance to give that would make her maid character stand out and be memorable.
Then she heard Jiang Keer exclaim, "Ah, come on, Sister Wan's face doesn't look like a maid at all!"
A maid with her stunning beauty would have already been chosen by the young master to be a concubine for warming his bed if she were in a mansion.
If she were in the palace, the emperor would surely have her sought throughout after a mere glance, and within a few days, the maid would become a noble lady.