"Hmph, that's nice to say." Mrs. Wang put down the teacup, stood up and walked to me, looking down at me, "The palace has to select a group of maids to serve, and the Prime Minister's Mansion must have someone to support it. Your sister is going to marry into the Marquis' Mansion, so she can't go. Your sister is still young and can't bear the hardship. You are just right."
She said it lightly, as if I was not a person but an old piece of clothing that had been gathering dust in a cupboard and had finally found a use for it.
