"So you're saying that the Emperor - His Majesty personally chose an fiance for Lilian - for me." It can't be said that it was completely unexpected, but rather that the plot is becoming more and more classic. It seems like a new chapter will begin for the mind map used to record character relationships in the dressing table drawer.
Lilian resisted the urge to roll her eyes at the mention of "Lancelot" and focused on more pressing matters.
"Regarding what you mentioned, um... the Duke of Lancelot from the Lancelot family," Lilian bent down to examine the envelopes in the drawer, all of which were signed "Christoph Lancelot" and sealed with a blue eagle wax seal. "In their family - especially that Duke - does he happen to have any relatives who are queens or something?"
Lillian looked at the exquisite snow wolf emblem in her room with a complex mood. As the totem of the Whitman family, they could be seen everywhere in the Marquis's mansion, probably also symbolizing the northern snow plains known as "Renoirca".
Lillian couldn't quite recall the names of the brother and sister from that popular book she read years ago, who were responsible for causing the youngest son of the Stark family to fall out of a window. However, she experienced a chilling sense of at this level.
"No, miss. Although I don't have much knowledge about the noble family history outside of the Whitman family, I can confirm that the Lancelot family had a queen at least during my great-grandmother's generation."
Megan's answer relieved Lily. Fortunately, Megan never asked too many questions, otherwise she wouldn't be able to explain why she was suddenly so surprised. Just as she was about to inquire further, the maid suddenly delivered a message at the door: "Miss, Master Joseph is here to visit you."
What is he here for? Lillian felt confused. She instinctively wanted to say "please come in," but Megan quickly reminded her in a low voice, "Miss, you are still wearing your robe. Would you like to change clothes?" Oh right, Lillian glanced down at herself. Although the robe she was wearing covered her from neck to ankle, it seemed inappropriate for her to personally greet someone now.
After thinking about the time spent by the maids trying to dress me up before every meal, Lillian looked at the large bed behind her and made a decision: "If I lie on top of it and cover myself with a blanket, do I still need to change clothes?'"
"I'll bring you a coat to put on so that you can sit on the bed and talk to the young master, please wait." Megan said as she walked towards the wardrobe. "Oh! Your hair is still loose, where did Kate's child go..."
"I don't think it matters," Lillian casually remarked, causing Megan, who had already reached out her hand to fix Lillian's hair, to immediately retract her hand upon hearing this. After exchanging a glance with Lillian and receiving confirmation from her, Megan walked over to the door and slowly opened it. She then bowed respectfully towards the young man standing outside the door and greeted him, "Good afternoon, Master Joseph."
"Here, the lamp you asked for yesterday that can be used by non-magical people." Lillian watched as Joseph Whitman walked straight in, and Megan took the item from his hands before silently stepping aside.
When Lillian arrived here, she had just opened her eyes and saw the Marquis and his eldest son, Fontaine Whitman. Besides this second son in front of her, there were also several therapists wearing similar clothes. She only saw these few opposite-sex individuals.
The sample size of this world is insufficient, so she can only judge based on the standards of her original world. This fifteen-year-old younger brother seems to have reached the height of a young adult, and he is still in the age of rapid growth. As a result, his physique is slightly thinner than his older brother's, and there is a strong youthful vibe between his eyebrows. In other words, what he thinks is basically written all over his face, such as the obvious reluctance in coming to run errands for her.
"Thank you, if I have taken up your time, please let the maids handle such things." If possible, Lilian hopes to minimize any potential conflicts with these adolescents going through puberty. Based on her own experience, children of this age can be as unpredictable in their behavior as toddlers who have just learned how to run. Therefore, she immediately expresses that this kind of task of delivering gifts should not be done by the young master anymore.
"I actually think someone has to teach you how to use that thing, right? Our father is not here, and Fontaine is busy with your matters. I also need to help them with some things." Joseph sat down on a nearby chair and waved his hand towards Megan, who had been looking down at the ground all along. "Give it to her."
"What's the matter?" Lillian took the delicate box from the maid, feeling its weight. No wonder Megan had gently placed it on her own lap. The maids had never informed her about what was happening outside her room. "What is it about?"
"In the center of the estate, someone managed to poison and succeed without being caught. You wouldn't consider this a glorious event for the Whitman family, would you?"
Joseph watched as Lillian, with the help of the maid, opened the box and took out its contents. He sighed and continued, "This news has spread quickly. Now you are officially designated as the fiancee for the southern region. Fontaine is exhausted from replying to all the letters and trying to find out which audacious criminal dared to intrude upon our Marquis's residence."
The young master did not express any further opinions. She lowered her head and examined the intricately carved lamp in her hand, which perfectly met her requirement from yesterday of "being able to securely place it on the table so that I can read and write at night." However, she couldn't find where the switch was located. She tried touching the lamp up and down but it didn't light up.
Joseph had just opened his mouth when he saw Lillian had already found another small box inside the larger one. When she opened it, there were several stones neatly embedded in white velvet, with no particular features other than their regular shapes.
"You've never used this before, but you seem quite proficient with it." He looked at Lillian as she carefully examined the stones, then picked one up and placed it directly into a groove on the fixture. She made a slight adjustment to its position, and the lamp on her knee emitted a much brighter and stable light than a candle.