New World, New Life: I Became A Bigshot In The Ancient World-Chapter 301: ONE OF HER PEOPLE

Heidi looked up at them.

"... But, are you sure you want us?"

Jacqueline gasped.

"Heidi, of course we want you. Why would you say that?"

The girls shared a tacit understanding and were able to tell what the other was thinking, most of the time.

Penelope explained in a matter of fact tone. "Because we’re not... noble-like. We don’t know how to behave or talk or... anything."

They had clearly heard the physician call them Count and Countess, which were titles only nobles had.

"We’re just commoners. We like inventing. Princess Aristia brought us here to work for her with our inventions. We can’t stop inventing because of..." Heidi said, trailing off.

She didn’t complete her words but everyone understood what she was saying.

Penelope nodded in agreement with her sister.

They were happy with inventing. They didn’t think they liked the thought of abandoning their inventions just because their parents were nobles.

"No." Henry said. "We won’t stop you from doing what you want to do, much less working for Princess Aristia."

Jacqueline nodded fiercely.

The twins blinked rapidly. They didn’t expect that. They were ready to disagree if Henry and Jacqueline had refused, after all, they weren’t close to them.

But fortunately, they didn’t try to discourage them.

Never in the world had Heidi and Penelope expected that they would suddenly find their real parents.

But for Henry and Jacqueline, it felt like they hadn’t been apart from their children for a decade.

Wilson and Catherine allowed them their moment.

Henry and Jacqueline were one of their most trusted, most loyal people. They wouldn’t prevent them from having their moment.

Days passed slowly I the eyes of the mansion’s residents.

Perhaps due to their blood relation, the distance between parents and daughters had quickly decreased in recent days, and they were now as close as if the previous ten years of separation had never happened.

Heidi and Penelope were very excited, and the reason was simple: Aristia was building a workshop for them. It was like their own office!

The girls were both giddy and gleeful.

Meanwhile, Aristia sent Millie on an errand.

In a less grandiose mansion in the capital.

A squirrel carefully snuck into the mansion through the garden.

The animal moved sneakily behind vases and objects, skillfully avoiding servants.

It made its way toward a certain direction.

Just as it reached the slightly open door, it first heard a voice, causing it to pause and hide behind a flower pot beside the door.

"Vivian, dear. Won’t you visit her highness?" A woman asked in an overly sweet tone.

The squirrel heard Vivian Quentin’s voice next. "I haven’t received an invitation from Her highness yet."

The sweet tone dropped from the woman’s voice, replaced with a stern, slightly scolding tone.

"You are one of her highness’s friends now. Rumors say that the third princess’s friends don’t require permission to visit her."

Vivian sighed slightly. "They’re just rumours, mother."

"Shouldn’t you know better if they are rumors or not?" Countess Quentin asked with a hiss. "Vivian, you have to be active. You can’t expect the third princess to take the initiative. Get ready. You’re visiting the princess!"

Vivian opened her mouth to speak, but her mother had already walked to the door, ready to open it. 𝓯𝙧𝓮𝓮𝒘𝓮𝙗𝙣𝒐𝒗𝒆𝓵.𝓬𝓸𝒎

"I’m doing this for your own good," Countess Quentin said gently. "I will have a maid prepare a dress. Don’t be late, and remember, once you’re there, don’t make mistakes and don’t upset the princess."

"Mother—" Vivian said.

But the only answer she got was the sound of the door opening and closing.

"Huu~" Vivian sighed.

Unbeknownst to her and Countess Quentin’s receding figure, a small rodent had entered the room through the small gap right before the door closed.

The squirrel quickly slipped under the bed.

Vivian Quentin was sitting on the bed. Her legs were just in front of the squirrel’s face.

The squirrel’s eyes flashed for a second before it leaned even closer to Vivian’s legs, and suddenly blew a breath.

The hairs on Vivian’s legs stood on end when she felt the slightly warm air on her leg.

Quickly, she stood up with confusion. Then she bent over the bed with the intention of catching whoever was hiding under her bed. She almost had no doubt it was Annie.

But there was nothing under the bed. It was just empty, with only the rug there.

"Huh?"

Vivian’s brows furrowed slightly.

She could have sworn something blew air on her leg.

Behind her, a squirrel was on top of the drawer. It released the envelope caught in its mouth without making a sound.

Vivian suddenly felt something off and she instinctively turned around.

Just as she turned around, the drawer was empty too.

"Huh?" Vivian was confused.

She walked toward the drawer, picking up the envelope.

She glanced at the envelope before looking toward the door, but no one had come in. The door still remained tightly shut.

"This wasn’t here before... Who put it here?" She muttered out loud.

Her eyes noticed the open window. The window was silent and only a gust of wind flew through it and blew into the room.

She turned back to the envelope, feeling a bit suspicious.

She tore open the envelope and took out a letter and her eyes widened in surprise.

This letter was a bright purple, and there was even a small white rose flower inside the envelope.

Vivian was curious to see who had sent it.

The next moment, her brows shot up in shock.

"Princess Aristia?!"

She read the letter and her pupils shook from the letter’s contents.

"She wants me to be one of her people?" She muttered in utter shock.

"I should come to see her once I make a decision..."

Vivian Quentin had a strange feeling at the princess’s request. She wondered why the third princess would want her to be... her person?

But somehow, when she thought about it... Being one of the third princess’s people didn’t seem so bad.

"But... what does it mean to be one of her people?" She thought, confused. She would have to ask the princess.

’Was it because I provided the information she asked of Carolyn Cornwell?’ Vivian thought.

Now that she thought about this, it seemed to be the case.

The third princess wanted her for intelligence.

The door suddenly opened at that moment, and Vivian quickly hid the letter and envelope, putting it into the drawer.

She quickly turned around to see a few maids.

"Young miss," one of the maids said. "We have to get you ready to meet her highness, the third princess."

She held a gown in her hand. The maids behind her all held one thing or the other in their hands including hairpins and ribbons.

They entered the room whisking her away into the bathroom.

After bathing her, they helped her put on the dress and styled her hair.

The maids left once they were done, leaving Vivian alone in the room.

Vivian stood there for a while, before turning and quickly going to the drawer.

She took out the letter, envelope, and rose flower before taking out a small rectangular box.

She put the items into the box and after making sure and hearing no footsteps approaching, she went to the area close to the under of the bed.

Bending down, she shifted the rug and felt around with her hand before finding what she was looking for.

She applied more pressure, and a tile came out exposing a gap beneath the rug.

Vivian quickly put the box down into the square hole, closed the secret space by putting the tile back, and put the rug back in place.

She didn’t want to risk anyone rummaging through her drawer and unknowingly finding the letter.

She got up, patted her dress and raised her foot toward the door just as it opened.

There, Countess Quentin stood with a bit of impatience, wondering why she was still in her room.

Seeing that Vivian looked like she was just about to leave, her expression eased slightly.

She looked Vivian up and down with a somewhat approving gaze, then opened her mouth.

"Since you’re ready, then come." She said, already turning.

Vivian followed.

They left the mansion.

"Maybe I should let Annie go with you."

Vivian didn’t even stop. "Her highness wouldn’t like that. I’m already going without an invitation even if we’re friends. If Annie goes too, she might take offense."

Countess Quentin sighed. Vivian was right. She didn’t want to risk offending the princess.

Vivian entered the carriage and Countess Quentin said one more time.

"Remember, what I said, Vivian. You should make sure you don’t upset the princess. Don’t bore her. Don’t—"

"I’ve heard what you said, mother." Vivian said.

The lack of expression irritated Countess Quentin, but she only sighed.

She didn’t know what the third princess had seen in this expressionless daughter of hers, but as long as it could bring them benefits, she wasn’t complaining.

She just couldn’t help but wish that it had been any of her other too daughters; Annie or Bethany.

At least then she wouldn’t have to worry about them messing up or offending the princess.

How did the princess even put up with that stiff expression?

Countess Quentin could only shake her head, hoping that nothing bad would happen.

She only turned around once the carriage was out of sight.