I Didn't Really Want to Do Farming! (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 137

After hearing from Mila about Duchess Prindella’s true identity, Stella became even more confused.

“Why would someone so important send me gifts? And such expensive ones at that.”

Not knowing the intention behind them, she couldn’t feel happy about receiving the presents. The bloodline certificate, which she’d accepted with pure joy thinking it was a belated acknowledgment from family, now felt like shackles binding her.

She’d never been particularly trusting of people to begin with, but after everything she’d been through, she’d learned that kindness without a clear reason always came with a hidden agenda.

Stella was certain there had to be some purpose behind Duchess Prindella’s gifts—one she simply didn’t yet understand.

But what could it possibly be? What could someone so powerful possibly want from someone as insignificant as herself?

“Still, you will attend the tea party, won’t you?”

Mila asked cautiously, noticing Stella’s darkening expression after receiving the gifts. An invitation from Duchess Prindella wasn’t something even nobles received easily.

As a senior member of the imperial family and someone on good terms with the current emperor, countless people always vied for a private connection with her.

During the month of Duchess Prindella’s birthday, carriages and carts delivering gifts flowed endlessly like an inexhaustible spring, a testament to her immense influence in both high society and politics.

“I suppose I have to.”

Her voice, heavy with unresolved thoughts, ended with a sigh.

Now that she understood just how formidable Duchess Prindella truly was, Stella knew this was an invitation she dared neither refuse nor afford to decline.

“Then which of these three dresses will you wear?”

Mila’s face brightened considerably at Stella’s reply. She’d been anxiously fretting the whole time, worried that her eccentric princess might outright refuse to attend such an event.

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