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Dancherworth Manor.

This is a property under Robert's name. Not long ago, Amy moved here from her old house in the country to recuperate, bringing all her servants with her.Perhaps because of the better weather and environment, her condition has become lighter, at least she can get out of bed and walk around.

Every day she would stand by the window, looking at the road leading to London, hoping that her letter after letter would make her husband appear on the way here, even though the possibility was very small.

The last time we met was at the palace at Christmas.

She saw her husband openly flirting with the queen in front of the guests, and the whole court was watching her jokes. In just three or four days, Robbie directly ignored her as a wife and spoke to the queen without any scruples. Be courteous.

And a few days ago, the queen named his husband the Earl of Leicester, and suddenly became one of the top nobles in the country. Although it was a good thing, she always had a premonition of uneasiness in her heart. She hadn't seen Robert announce his happiness to him in the past two days. Come to completely forget her.

——If Madam wants to be rich and famous, she shouldn't prevent Robbie from staying in the palace to work for me. Men are always ambitious. You don't need to understand him, but you can't interfere with him.

——You say you love him, but you can't give him what he wants most.

Thinking of what the woman said to her in private, Amy's calm mood suddenly became agitated, and the cough that had been controlled these days began to occur again.

"Cough...cough..."

As a last resort, he lay back on the bed again, and the servant rushed over after hearing the sound.

There was a sound of horseshoes outside the window, Amy coughed badly, and her body shook like fallen leaves with the vibration of her chest. She grabbed the maid's hand and said intermittently: "Go and see...cough cough...it's...cough...who is coming..."

"Okay ma'am..."

Without the support of others, Amy coughed so much that her whole body curled up, curled up on the bed, with one hand covering her chest, gasping for breath, her dull complexion flushed red.

A group of people came from far and near at the gate of the manor, hanging the flag of the Earl of Leicester. The man at the head was tall and straight, with a strong physique. Even though the face is unclear, I can still recognize who it is.

The maid was very surprised, and she returned to the bed from the window with joy on her face, and held Amy's hand: "Madam... madam... the Earl is back!"

A soft cry was mixed with a cough. Amy seemed to be in disbelief, struggling to get up. She thought the letters she had written were useless. It seemed that God must have pity on her and made her think about it day and night. The husband returned to her.

"Help me up...cough cough..."

Footsteps were heard in the courtyard. Amy sat up with the help of the maid, managed to hold her breath, and crawled out of bed with a gray plain skirt and messy hair. Then the bedroom door was pushed open, and a gust of cool breeze followed. Robert's figure appeared and poured in...

I imagined that the forgotten wife was in various states, but I didn't expect it to be so bad.Robert stood by the door in a daze, facing Amy's eyes. He saw a thin face with protruding cheekbones and sunken eye sockets. He was sallow and thin, as if malnourished, and he looked completely different from the last time he met.

All the words, choked in the throat.

"Robby..."

She held out her hand to him, smiling.

Robert frowned, walked over hesitantly, took her hand, and signaled the maid to go out with his eyes.When there were only two husband and wife left in the room, Amy hugged him and wanted to speak, but she coughed uncontrollably.

"Are you feeling better?" asked perfunctorily, pushing away a little distance with his hands.

"Just come...cough cough...alright..."

"I'm here to inform you of something. I hope you agree to annul our marriage." Pushing away her skinny arms, her expression was cold.

"why…?"

"Why? Amy, there has been no relationship between us for a long time. Don't you think it's ridiculous to maintain a marriage that exists in name only? I would like to ask you, why can't you let me go? Or let each other go." The man said Emotions suddenly became agitated and shouted.

"I've never...sorry for you...cough...I...cough cough...I love you so much..."

"But I don't love you!"

Amy clutched her chest, coughing until tears came out, panting heavily, her voice hoarse: "I know you don't love me...cough cough...you love Elizabeth..."

"Now that you know, I won't beat around the bush. I want to marry the Queen, immediately, immediately. If you agree to annul our marriage, I will give you two-thirds of my current property, and you can take them to remarry, maybe You will meet someone who truly loves you."

"Can't you just wait...cough...my illness won't get better...cough...cough...sooner or later I'm going to die..."

"I can't wait! Now!"

"What is it...cough...that makes you so eager..." Grief and despair broke Amy's heart. She never thought that her husband would not be able to marry her after she died. What urgent but unspeakable reason?

"Could it be...you made her pregnant?" Her eyes widened, and her slightly parted lips let out a coughing breath.

"What nonsense! Don't talk about anything else, just say you agree or disagree!"

"If I...don't agree...cough...haha..." His face contorted for a moment, and he raised a ferocious and strange smile, like crazy, "it must be her...cough cough...pregnant...I just disagree...cough cough...slut...I It depends on how she...has a big belly, how can I explain...hahaha..."

"Are you fucking crazy!"

Robert blushed with anger, his neck was thick, and the veins on his forehead were bulging. He quarreled hysterically with her, and finally dropped a sentence: "Okay, you don't agree, right? Then you don't want to live a good life! I will kick you out! You wait!"

After speaking, he kicked the wooden chair away, slammed the door and left.

The next day, it was Sunday.

The servants in the manor had all gone to the market, and Amy lay on the bed drowsily, with Robert's unfeeling words echoing in her ears all night, and her sleep was restless.

I vaguely heard the sound of horseshoes, followed by footsteps, getting closer and closer to the bedroom...until, I pushed the door open and entered.

"Robby... Robbie..."

Opening his eyes in a daze, he subconsciously called his husband's name.

The visitor was dressed in black clothes and black hat, tightly wrapped from head to toe, only a pair of dark brown eyes were exposed, standing still in front of the bed.

"Who are you?" He woke up instantly and sat up, "How dare you break into my room?"

"Amy Dudley?" The man's voice was low.

"It's me, who are you?"

"I am Lord Robert's entourage, he is waiting for you outside the window."

Dazed, he got up and staggered to the window to look around.

The man in black walked up behind her silently, quickly raised his hand to grab her chin, and twisted her neck hard, only to hear the clear sound of bones breaking, exclaiming in the future that Amy's body softened before she had time to blurt out …

He held his breath and listened, but there was no movement in the room, so he carried Amy's body down the circular staircase, placed it by the lowest step, straightened her messy dress, and made it into a Rolling scene.

Then, leave the manor quietly.

Jiang Xinyan made her queen unhappy.

A stiff and weird atmosphere permeated between the two, even though they were sleeping on the same bed.

In the morning, all awake.

She touched the hand of the person next to her and wanted to hold it, but was avoided. She felt extremely wronged immediately, but she didn't think she was wrong because of her stubborn temper, so she continued to freeze.

"Shouldn't you give me an explanation?" Finally, Elizabeth spoke with a tired and helpless voice.

Little Rose, who was right under his nose, unknowingly had such a good relationship with the daughter of a duke, and was also a loyal courtier who once opposed her and was suspected by her.In addition to the sour taste and uneasiness in my heart, I also faintly touched that sensitive nerve. Thinking of what I said at the wedding, I hope, it is impossible.

"I didn't do anything wrong, why should I explain?"

"You're really...stubborn." Sighing, she turned her head, leaving Jiang Xinyan with a sideways neck, she didn't want to admit that she was a little hurt.

The tsundere little girl showed signs of giving in, and muttered, "Then...will you listen to my explanation?"

"meeting."

No matter what she said, she would listen to and believe it, but she must not be like yesterday to today, not saying a word, it will be a long time of suffering.

Jiang Xinyan was slightly surprised, and bit his lower lip: "Yesterday that... was not a kiss, it was a way to save people in my hometown. The drowning person cannot breathe on his own, so he needs help from outsiders, otherwise it will be bad for the brain after a long time..."

This is the most common way she can think of. In fact, it is because her vocabulary is pitifully small in terms of technical terms. Of course, the words are too abstract, and it is not likely that Old Antique can understand them.

After thinking about it, he added: "If you drown, I will do the same."

"Curse me, little girl?" Turning over, she snorted coldly, but the lightness in her tone betrayed her true emotions.

Jiang Xinyan heaved a sigh of relief, knowing that she believed in him, she became bold as soon as she got fat, and took the initiative to pull her on her body, and said, "No, I was afraid that you would think too much. The situation was urgent at that time, and I couldn't do nothing People? I'd die of guilt then."

She wanted to say that Olo was her good friend, but she was worried that the Queen would ask more questions, so she stopped talking, pouted and kissed her.

Of course, the witty queen is not easy to fool.

"Just because you're afraid of guilt? Doesn't it mean that you and Olo have a good relationship?" With her arms around Little Rose's waist, her eyes were sharp.

"..."

"I remember, she seems to speak an oriental language." Maybe it wasn't a coincidence that she met in a theater outside the city last year.

"Uh...you've learned it, it should be, it's because of this that we have a topic, and..."

"Okay, let's not talk about this." His face showed displeasure, his eyes were full of suspicion, and an alarm bell rang out in a hidden corner of his heart.

She is a perfect actress, no one can understand her true emotions, just like, now, Little Rose's timid brows and eyes seem to think she is jealous, so she shut her mouth obediently.

Vinegar is really eaten, and the suspicion has never been eliminated.

First, she is a queen, a statesman, and second, Elizabeth of the Little Rose.

"Your Majesty, Miss Olo, please see me."

After breakfast, Mrs. Ashley came in to make an announcement.

The milk with sugar added in the silver jug ​​tasted very good. Elizabeth enjoyed the wonderful experience brought by this luxury, drank it in one gulp, and frowned after hearing this unpleasant name.

"What's wrong with her?"

This question is asked skillfully.

For those who do not want to see, the queen usually waved her away, and those who wanted to see would not casually let her in to disturb her meal, and asking such a question was probably a hesitation in her heart, but she couldn't show it.

After all, Little Rose sat here and raised her head.

"She said... to thank you and Miss Jiang."

As soon as the words fell, I saw Jiang Xinyan cast a pleading look, hopeful, and cautious.

"Let her wait outside."

"Yes."

She could feel that Little Rose's eyes were a little stiff, so she lowered her eyes and remained silent, tasting the freshly filled sweet milk.

"Lizzie..."

"Huh?" He raised his eyebrows, as if expecting her to speak.

Jiang Xinyan put down the tableware, and rubbed her little hands anxiously: "Can you... let Olo come in and talk..."

"Are you so anxious to see her?" She raised her eyes, her tone suddenly cold.

Silent, like pressing the mute button.

There was only the slight sound of liquid sloshing in the air. Suddenly, Elizabeth put down the glass heavily, and a few drops of the milky white liquid fell on the back of her hand. She picked up the napkin beside her and wiped the corners of her mouth gracefully, then stood up: "Okay, I'll let you She comes in, you talk."

"..."