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News of Amy's death spread quickly.

And Cecil and Walsingham were always one step faster.

"What was the cause of death?"

"Fall down stairs and break neck bone."

After finishing speaking, the paralyzed face and Cecil looked at each other, and added: "Also, Robert went to Amy yesterday, and there was a fierce dispute. The servant can testify, and the jury will go to investigate next. Suspicion can't be washed away no matter what, it depends on what you mean."

If the queen wants to kill Robert, she only needs to order a thorough investigation and insist on his wife-killing behavior, but if she wants to keep him alive, the murder can be judged as an accident. As for Robert, at most, he will be notorious.

"Do you think he deserves to die?" Fingertips caressed the ring, which was Elizabeth's habitual movement when she was thinking, seemingly carelessly.

Thinking of her father, Henry VIII, who executed Cromwell and More in a fit of anger, and then regretted it, realizing their kindness.But she is different, it is difficult for her to act hastily without draining the last bit of use value of everyone in the court.

Walsinghan suddenly became agitated, and a trace of ferocity appeared on his paralyzed face: "He covets your throne, has no one in his eyes, and even prescribes medicine for you, an idiot. He will do nothing but grandstanding, and he can't be used by you."

When it came to taking medicine, Cecil, who remained silent, also had an ugly expression on his face, snorted coldly, and said nothing.

"William?"

"I think... there is no need to let him die because of this kind of thing." Reason prevailed, Cecil quickly calmed down, stroked his beard and analyzed carefully: "The original intention of the accident was to create an accident so that Robert would be ruined. Then The boy will be more eager than anyone else to prove his innocence, and he will certainly come to you for help, expecting you to believe him, and if you leave him so quickly and rush to convict him, it may arouse his suspicions."

Elizabeth smiled in satisfaction, and paced back and forth with her hands behind her back, her eyes brightened: "Stay away from him, but don't abandon him, this fire is very easy to control, you sing | red face, I sing bad face, how about it?"

"Willing to serve His Majesty." Nodding his head, this was also his thought.

"Oh, he'd better be honest, and pray that I don't find out any evidence, otherwise I'll let him go to God with the most upright reason, oh no, go to hell." He won't go against the Queen's will, but he is angry and doesn't feel uncomfortable.

"Worthingham, this doesn't look like your style at all." Elizabeth looked at him in surprise, her playful eyes were full of teasing.

"..."

Realizing that he had lost his composure, he lowered his head with a paralyzed face.

The entire Greenwich Palace was silent. When the news of Amy's death came, it immediately exploded like boiling water. From a few nobles to the handymen in the stables, they all had the mentality of watching the excitement. Gossip, only a few people with relevant interests pay special attention to the development of the situation.

The next day, someone saw Robert coming.

With a solemn expression, he walked in a hurry, clutching the hat in his hand so tightly that his knuckles turned pale.

The queen was talking to Cecil in the conference room about the ocean investment, as if she was completely ignorant of what was going on outside, until the guard came to report, and then saw the ashen-faced man walk in.

"Your Majesty..." He bowed and saw Cecil was there, hesitantly said: "My wife, Amy... she is dead."

Surprised, he took a deep breath: "Dead? How did he die?"

"The servant said he fell down the stairs and broke his neck..."

"Oh God..."

Slender and slender fingers brushed her cheeks, Elizabeth seemed to be frightened, and frowned, "I'm sorry to hear this news, Robbie."

She exchanged glances with Cecil quickly.

The man immersed in shock and a little bit of guilt didn't notice anything wrong. His hair was messed up like a chicken coop, and his clothes were untied at the neckline. It was impolite to appear in front of the queen with this face. Of course, he didn't care much.

"There are only six steps in that staircase, it is impossible to fall to death, not even a sprain, let alone a broken neck, besides, when the servants found her, she was neatly dressed and she didn't look like she rolled down the stairs at all. Everyone thinks it's a murder, but I'm the most suspect..." His tone was full of panic, and he looked at the queen as if asking for help.

Following his words, Cecil interjected, "Why are you the most suspected?"

"Because..." Dazed, the voice stopped abruptly.

There was a guilty conscience in the dodging eyes, and when he received the same questioning eyes from the queen, he was eager to defend himself, and said out: "The day before her death, I went to her and quarreled with her, so everyone Doubt me, after all everyone thinks I'm sick of her."

"That means you really have this motive?" Cecil was aggressive.

"I didn't!" Robert yelled anxiously, stretching his neck irritably. "I'm innocent! God...Even if I hated her, it never occurred to me to kill her, and even if I did, why should I?" Use this stupid method? First go to her and have a fight, let everyone know, then break her neck and put her under the stairs with only six steps? And then tidy her dress and hat? Am I sick? ?”

His indignant roar echoed in the huge conference room, he looked at Cecil, then turned to the silent Queen, and suddenly stepped forward and knelt in front of her: "Believe me, Your Majesty, I really didn't do it!" of…"

Lonely like a bewildered child.

"Don't worry, I will send Abingdon's jury to investigate this matter, the truth will eventually be found out, and your stigma will be washed away." Elizabeth's eyes were slightly cold, and she rubbed her forehead: "But during the investigation , you cannot stay at the court."

"Are you going to let me go, Your Majesty... This is tantamount to confirming your suspicions! Do you also think I killed Amy?"

"Of course I won't doubt you, Robbie." Putting her hand on his shoulder lightly, Elizabeth softened her tone and comforted her: "But you and I both know that the accused person will live far away from the palace, and next you mourning."

Robert grabbed her hand excitedly and said angrily: "I have not been charged! Everything is just people's speculation! I must stay in the palace and by your side to prove my innocence, and you also believe me innocent!"

"My lord, this is a scandal, don't you understand?" Singing at the right time | The red-faced Cecil became stern and stroked his curly beard:

"No matter what the outcome of the public trial is, this scandal will cause a sensation throughout Europe. If the murder is convicted, people will think that His Majesty is your accomplice, which is enough to ruin His Majesty's reputation. Implications! The best way now is for you to go back to your mourning and wait for the results of the investigation while we try to quell the rumors here."

Desperate, his face turned pale for a moment, he let go of the Queen's hand tremblingly, stood up, and muttered to himself: "I will not pay for what I have not done..."

Then he bowed and saluted, and withdrew.

The reason why rumors are terrible is that they can spread more and more mysterious, even deviate from the original objective facts, and add more oil and vinegar through hearsay. There is no final version, only continuous fermentation.

The version that Jiang Xinyan heard from the maids was: the Earl of Leicester made the queen pregnant with his child, and was impatient to get married quickly, so that he would kill his wife who lived in the country, and then he would announce the relationship with the queen at the funeral wedding news.

Amy's death is a historical mystery that has not been definitively answered for centuries. Whether she fell to her death, was murdered, or committed suicide, no one can be sure.

She thought Elizabeth was busy ignoring her these two days because she was angry and jealous, but she didn't expect something like this to happen, and suddenly she had doubts in her heart...

Would Elizabeth really kill his innocent wife in order to get a man, as she cared about while researching her thesis?Or, have other plans?

The silvery and bright moonlight came out of the clouds and fell through the impenetrable night before the window. Jiang Xinyan was wearing a thin nightgown and stood facing the window, her petite and slender figure looming in the faint light.

"Why haven't you slept yet?"

The footsteps were very light, and Elizabeth appeared behind her like a ghost, twisting the black hair with her fingertips and rubbing it gently.

"Can't sleep."

He wanted to hug her into his arms, but when he heard the next sentence, his limbs were slightly stiff.

"Is it Amy that you sent someone to kill?" Turning around, a faint fragrance penetrated into the tip of her nose, Jiang Xinyan looked at her seductive face hidden in the dark, and couldn't help reaching out her hand, wanting to touch it.

Suddenly, the hand was caught and wrapped in the warm and soft palm.

"Yes."

"..."

To admit it so simply?

"why?"

"Why do you hope?" He raised his eyes, looked directly at her dark eyes, which were still clear and bright, then raised the corners of his mouth, and held her against the window in his arms.

Jiang Xinyan turned his head to avoid the kiss, and raised his fist to hit her on the shoulder: "Don't tell me you are trying to snatch men, I will look down on you, Elizabeth!"

In the second half of the sentence, her voice was a little choked up, she stubbornly lowered her eyes and refused to look at her, and punched her with a pair of small hands with cat fists, Elizabeth restrained her at a faster speed, and pressed her against the window so that she could not move.

"let me go."

"In your eyes, what kind of person am I?" Mo Mei's voice was terribly cold, and the fiery breath was so close that it sent chills down the spine.

Jiang Xinyan shrank her neck and said in seconds, "No..."

"Xinyan, I can feel that you are afraid of me, and have always been afraid, even though we are... intimate." With a sigh, the pronunciation of the latter word was accentuated, and thin lips brushed against her soft|soft earlobe: " And when you're with Olo, you're so happy, so free."

Awkward……

It turned out that I was still jealous, old altar vinegar.

"Who told you to always be mean to me... Also, your aura is too strong, why can't you keep it in front of me?" Boldly turned into a Pippi Shrimp, and complained.

"Are you ordering me?"

"Look, it's here again, how dare I order you, Your Majesty the Queen." I was wronged and embarrassed.

After a while, there was a chuckle in my ear.

Elizabeth put her arms around her waist, pecked the chattering little mouth soothingly, and sighed in a low voice: "Xinyan, those are just appearances, I love you more than anyone else, and I hate to hurt you more, I can tolerate your Willful and tempered, but you will never be allowed to betray me."

"I know." My heart felt inexplicably sour and stuffy.

"I killed Amy because of..."

"Let Robert have no chance to marry you?" He asked tentatively, since it was confirmed that Elizabeth asked him to kill him, then he could only focus on emotional or political reasons.

For the former, Elizabeth is not that stupid. Once things are revealed, she may be labeled as a "slut". With her cunning and cautious character, she will never put herself in danger.Compared with the Queen of Scots a few years later, she killed her husband for her lover and was finally overthrown-this is the difference between a politician and a little woman.

"So smart." Kissing the corner of her lips, her lowered eyes were full of tenderness and doting, and she hugged the person in her arms tightly, "I thought you would blame me for being too cruel."

She nestled in Elizabeth's arms and rubbed comfortably: "You are in this position, how can you sit still if you don't be tough?"

The hand on the waist tightened suddenly, and there was no sound for a long time.

"My heart..."

"Ok??"

Elizabeth lowered her head with a gloomy expression. Under the moonlight, her gray-blue pupils were like misty lake water. The surface was calm and without waves, but the depths were dark and dark, and she just seemed to be in a daze.

"Thank you for understanding."

She didn't care what others said, she was only worried that Little Rose would blame her.

Startled, heartbeat paused.

The atmosphere suddenly became ambiguous...

"Let's go to bed | go to bed, shall we?"

"it is good…"

There are sly streamers in the eyes, and a smirk, this time she wants to be on top.