Despite expecting it, Shiya was still taken aback.
‘This “great director” sure has a bold imagination. Doesn’t he know that the princess closest to Karlen and the duke’s daughter who has a crush on him are standing right beside him?’
Sure enough, the noble princess shot Feen a cold glance, her light blue eyes already radiating a frosty chill.
Leonora’s blush also faded quickly.
She cast a sidelong glare at the director, a smirk curling at the corner of her lips.
Sensing the sudden tension, the bewildered Feen shuddered but still picked up the script and cleared his throat.
“In this scene, Shiya, playing the villainous maid, plots out of jealousy to give Elena, who plays the princess, a laxative to humiliate her in public.”
Feen waved his hand, and immediately a student council member stepped forward, shoving a water cup into Shiya’s hand.
Before leaving, the person even dipped a finger into the cup, stirred it around, and tasted it for flavor.
“Meanwhile, Karlen, playing the noble young master, has been suffering from severe constipation for days. He’s been ‘fighting’ in the restroom for nearly three hours.”
Before the director could even finish, several excited male student council members had already brought in an irrigation table.
They politely but firmly pressed Karlen onto the toilet and began reaching for his pants.
Startled, Karlen clung desperately to his pants.
“There’s no need for this! It’s just a rehearsal!”
“Shut up, shut up! The real highlight’s coming!”
Feen’s eyes lit up as he spoke.
“The thirsty Karlen spots the water cup in the maid Shiya’s hand, snatches it, and downs it in one go.”
“Instantly, he’s struck with a torrential downpour.”
“The maid Shiya stands by, awed by the man’s ‘unparalleled aura,’ and falls in love with him.”
Hearing this, Shiya couldn’t hold back her curiosity and raised her hand.
“Mr. Feen, why would the maid bring a cup of laxative to the restroom?”
Frustrated at being interrupted mid-flow, the director explained irritably:
“As a villainous maid, would you ever give the princess clean water? Just pouring some tap water is already showing her respect.”
“Then, this extraordinary woman barging into the restroom with laxative successfully piques Karlen’s interest.”
“They start chatting about gut health and how to elegantly relieve themselves in the restroom, completely abandoning the princess waiting in the drawing room.”
Finishing the story, Feen stared at the two leads still frozen in place and shouted, displeased:
“Why aren’t you following my script? Move it!”
Gripping the water cup, Shiya looked down at Karlen, whose face was pale and dripping with cold sweat.
She suddenly felt a bit of sympathy for the guy.
But the show must go on, even if they’re sweating bullets, they’re still on the clock.
“Go ahead and drink it, Mr. Karlen. For the sake of the ladies present, and everyone’s appetite tonight, why not just let it all out in your pants?”
Without realizing it, having spent so much time with Leonora, Shiya now wore the same mischievous, cruel smile as her.
“You’re being ridiculous, and you’re insulting Mr. Karlen and Shiya.”
Elena finally had enough and scolded Feen without restraint.
Even Leonora shot him a glare.
“Can’t you make a play without all this bathroom humor?”
The oppressive aura of the two noble ladies instantly crushed Feen.
He raised his hands in defeat.
“Don’t we need some comedy in our play? You two are interfering with my artistic vision.”
“The script must be changed!”
Elena said coldly, outright vetoing the director’s “artistic freedom.”
Even the duke’s daughter, who usually clashed with her, nodded in rare agreement.
The two girls snatched the script from Feen’s hands, furiously scribbling and competing for space on the paper, as if vying with each other.
Shiya, who had initially found Feen’s version somewhat interesting, felt her smile freeze on her face.
She had a very bad feeling that something terrible was about to happen to her.
Before long, a brand-new script was completed by the two girls.
The dominant young miss snatched the script first and gave Shiya a smug raised eyebrow.
“Go change into the nurse’s uniform in my office. It should be just your size.”
After a long while, Shiya finally emerged from the room, dressed in a pink, figure-hugging nurse’s uniform.
She tightly clutched the hem of her skirt, barely covering anything, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment, looking like a little crab cooked by Leonora herself.
“Lady Leonora, this outfit is way too revealing…”
Elena pinched her nose with two fingers and fanned the air with her other hand, as if warding off a nonexistent odor.
“So the Celestine family’s taste in clothes is this vulgar? I never would have guessed.”
But as the princess spoke, her light blue eyes kept involuntarily drifting toward Shiya’s straight, slender legs, clad in white stockings.
Leonora snorted but surprisingly didn’t retort.
She had bought this outfit on a whim.
At the time, Shiya’s face had inexplicably flashed through her mind.
She never thought this usually reserved girl would actually obey and change into it.
‘I’ll have to keep an eye out for more clothes like this in the future.’
Leonora didn’t exactly want to see Shiya in such embarrassing outfits—she just happened to need a clothes rack to appreciate them.
That was all.
Still, Leonora stared at Shiya, feeling something was off.
Her gaze dropped and quickly noticed the blue ribbon bow under the girl’s side bangs.
The young miss decisively stepped forward, removed Shiya’s hair accessory, and pulled out a purple-gemmed hairpin.
Her fingers traced through Shiya’s snow-white hair, dispersing the silky texture before gently gathering it up into a bun, finally securing it firmly with the hairpin.
With her hair up, the girl’s fair nape and delicate ear tips were fully exposed.
Her naturally soft and adorable aura gained an unexpected warmth and nobility.
Even Shiya couldn’t help pulling out a mirror, tilting her head left and right, inexplicably delighted.
‘I guess I’m still shallow enough to love these shiny things.’
Inwardly, she mentally calculated the price of the hairpin but soon lamented her penniless state, knowing she could never buy it from the lady.
Elena watched as Leonora took the blue ribbon she had given Shiya, a hint of darkness flickering in her light blue eyes.
Leonora gazed at Shiya, who was happily examining herself in the mirror, her hand covering her cheek, and stared for a long time before pushing her onto the sofa.
“Alright, stop preening. Let’s continue the rehearsal.”
When she said this, her voice was unusually soft and gentle.
Just then, Karlen had changed into a shirt and suspenders.
The moment he appeared, he slipped into character.
He arrogantly lifted his chin, striding past Shiya with the air of a noble young master, glancing at her as she intently read a book.
“Hmph, who’s this nurse? How dare she ignore me?”
Young Master Karlen lifted his chin even higher, his eyes nearly rolling to the ceiling.
“Woman, you’ve caught my attention.”
Down below.
The princess elegantly picked up her white porcelain teacup and took a sip of black tea.
“Mr. Feen, this is the kind of refined, high-art encounter between a young man and woman that suits the stage.”
Director Feen scratched his head and hesitantly pointed at the stage:
“Um, Princess Elena, is the book in Miss Shiya’s hand, ‘Postpartum Care,’ also part of this high art?”
Crack—
Elena’s fingers tightened sharply, just barely avoiding shattering the teacup.
Beside her, Leonora, watching the princess’s loss of composure, curled her lips into a smug, amused smile.
“What kind of weird book are you holding?”
Even Karlen on stage was stunned, snapping out of character and stammering.
Shiya froze, then took a serious look at the book’s content.
The answer was obvious.
It was another prank from that mischievous young miss down below.
She slammed the book shut with a loud slap, her face flushing red in front of everyone.
She was steaming with rage at Leonora.
Just then, an actor playing a butler rushed up to Young Master Karlen.
“Master, it’s bad! The young lady is having a difficult labor! All the doctors in the imperial capital are at a loss—no one dares to perform the surgery!”
Karlen immediately flew into a rage.
“Then find every doctor in the world! If my wife doesn’t make it, I’ll make the entire imperial capital pay!”
At that moment, Shiya, playing the home nurse, suddenly stood up.
“Master, for the sake of everyone’s lives in the imperial capital and for the lady’s safety, let me deliver the baby.”
Elena sat up straight from below:
‘Yes, exactly like this.’
“Little nurse Shiya, through her efforts, helps Young Master Karlen resolve the crisis, gradually winning his admiration and love.”
Feen quietly asked from the side, “But this way, Young Master Karlen has an original wife, the princess, and now a little nurse… Isn’t the romance plot getting too tangled?”
Elena stared intently at the stage and said calmly, with devastating effect:
“Isn’t that how melodramatic love stories go? Multiple heroines use every trick in the book—seduction, blackmail, drugging, imprisonment—and whoever ends up keeping the protagonist wins.”
Director Feen felt an instant wave of respect.
‘So the princess excels at yandere-type characters.’
But the next second, a piercing porcine scream echoed through the hall.
Several farmers pushed in a pig with a bulging belly, leading it into the already prepared prop delivery room.
Feen couldn’t believe his eyes and rubbed them.
Not just him—Shiya and Karlen on stage were also dumbfounded, wondering if they were seeing things.
The actor playing the butler, highly professional, grabbed Shiya’s arm and pleaded repeatedly:
“Nurse, the young lady is having trouble inside! Please, hurry in to help!”
Speechless, Shiya was half-pushed into the delivery room.
But she quickly snapped to her senses, panic-stricken, trying to grab the doorframe to escape.
“Please, don’t make me do that!”
The butler, however, shut the door firmly, sealing off the girl’s last hope.
Then he elbowed Karlen’s chest and nodded toward the door, signaling it was his turn to act.
Karlen snapped back to reality and nodded mechanically.
“Ah, my wife, for me and our child, please don’t be in danger—”
No sooner had he spoken than Karlen completely broke down, covering his face and letting out low wails.
He had clearly noticed several underclassmen using magic recording devices to capture his entire pathetic state.
As another high-pitched porcine scream came from the delivery room,
Shiya slowly pushed the door open, her eyes vacant, holding a newborn, unopened piglet in her hands.
“Congratulations, Young Master Karlen. Mother and child are safe.”
She held the piglet out to Karlen.
Seeing he didn’t reach for it, she forcefully shoved it into his arms, her tone colder than ever.
“Deliver your lines, Karlen.”
“After this scene, I’m going to disappear, hide in the mountains, and live out the rest of my life in shame, mocked by everyone.”