The sun never sets rose

The weather was getting colder and colder, and the king's condition was getting worse.

Preparations for celebrating Christmas in the palace came to a halt. Everyone was full of calculations and gossip. For the servants, it made no difference who was the king or who was in power. They were still working in the palace, but for the nobles For us, it is a matter of interests.

The king's younger brother, Prince Charles, is only 11 years old this year and has no ability to govern independently. After succeeding to the throne, he needs a regent to assist him. So who will be the regent is the point of controversy.

When everyone was calculating or watching the fun, only Mary kept these things out of the way and stayed by Francois' side day and night.

She prayed to God not to take the one she loved so much away.

And at this time, she remembered the "crazy words" that Jiang Xinyan had said to her.

"What else do you know, tell me."

After not seeing her for a few days, Mary looked rather haggard. Although her appearance remained dignified and decent, her empty eyes had already betrayed her heart.

She came to Jiang Xinyan, and the moment she entered the door, she lost all momentum.

"I know a lot."

The figure staring at the window slowly turned around and shook his head: "One word is life."

"I don't want to lose him..." Mary lowered her head, her legs seemed unable to support the weight of her body, she staggered and leaned against the wall, her red and swollen eyes shed hot tears again.

"My mother said that when I was born, the English army was invading my motherland. My father died in battle and I was crowned six days old."

"In fact, Scotland is very weak, and England has always been eyeing us. I was sent to France when I was five years old, and I was engaged to François. I signed an alliance in exchange for the army to protect my country and my people, but I was still young at that time. I don't know this, I just know that he is a good partner, we learn, play, grow together, so many years..."

She squatted down against the wall weakly, choked up so that she could not speak, and let the tears blur her vision.At this moment, she wished that she was just a princess, not a queen, so that she would not have to worry about which prince to choose as her next husband and whether she could protect Scotland when her lover was dying of illness.

This is so cruel...

Jiang Xinyan walked over with her lips pursed, squatted down, hugged her comfortingly, and then took her arm: "Get up, stand up, raise your head, stand up, and look at me."

"..."

"You are the queen, and so is Elizabeth." Looking straight at Mary's red, tearful eyes, and seeing her own face through the deep black, Jiang Xinyan took a deep breath, and said slowly: "She has been fighting for survival since she was three years old." And struggling, you have to fight for everything you want, she has suffered so much, but she never cries, even if you take away the person she cares about most, she can lightly say that you can dispose of it as you like."

"Sorry, I…"

"She loves me, and I love her too, but in front of her crown, all feelings are unimportant. The greater the power, the greater the responsibility. This is your destiny, so please be strong, in front of your crown, It doesn't matter who you are, you can't show weakness in front of people, you can't say sorry casually, even without Francois, you are still you, Queen of Scots."

"Is this advice from a friend?" Mary looked up at her and took a light breath.

"That's it."

The hands that were clasped together were clenched tightly, conveying the continuous heat in the palms, Jiang Xinyan pulled her to the chair and sat down, poured a glass of water and handed it over: "Wipe away the tears, and think about future plans."

For Mary, she really can't hate her, she is beautiful, young, and sensual, these three things alone are enough for her to lament helplessly, and then she grew up in the French court full of Renaissance and romantic thoughts, which caused her May pay more attention to personal feelings, insensitive to politics.

Regardless of identity and camp, Mary is actually very suitable for making friends.

"I don't want to talk about this now." Tranced, muttering to himself.

"Then tell me about England. Where did you hide Elizabeth?"

Mary raised her head like a goose, and moved her dry lips: "They said... in Duke Huttings' house, they have been locked up since they were tied up from the palace, but they haven't corresponded with me for a while."

"My God, you are trying to kill my friend."

"?"

"The Duke's daughter is my friend." Jiang Xinyan pulled up a lock of her hair irritably, and sighed with her forehead: "It's over, it's over, Elizabeth won't let her go, I have to go back, please, let me go."

"But I also regard you as a friend. Do you really want to leave me at this time? Don't do this, I..."

"Is there anyone who cheats on your friends like you!" Anxious, he couldn't help but yell at her.

"..."

Mary bowed her head in silence, like a child who has made a mistake. François's illness has really hit her hard these days, causing her to feel a little lost.

"Tell me again, why do you want England's crown?" Jiang Xinyan held her shoulders and forced her to look up, not bothering with etiquette.

"That's my birthright, and that's my calling."

"Then do you want life or power? Think about it, once you die, what will happen to Scotland? The premise of protecting Scotland is that you are alive, and then you can think about how to protect it, marriage or other things."

Mary frowned, and brushed her fingertips across her cheeks, "Yes, I want to live."

"Since it's fatal, you have to learn to be friends and foes with anyone, and leave a way out for yourself, Mary."

"I do not have choice……"

"No, you still have a chance." Jiang Xinyan pressed her hand, softened her voice, trying to stabilize her emotions. "To some extent, Elizabeth is not your absolute enemy. Don't forget that you still have to face those who hate female rulers. As long as you are willing to reconcile with her and stop the so-called coup, she will give in."

Fearing that she would continue to be stubborn, Jiang Xinyan added: "In your current situation, you can no longer make enemies for yourself."

It feels like she's doing pyramid schemes.

"This matter... I didn't decide it alone..." Mary sniffed and looked out of the window.

Lost eyes made her look dumbfounded, without the delicate charm of a Barbie doll, but like a dilapidated puppet with a broken thread, which made people feel pity.

"What do you mean?"

"Those people in England have been in contact with my uncle, but I did participate in it, and in my name, because you know... I have the right to inherit..."

Before she could finish speaking, Jiang Xinyan slumped on the chair in frustration, withdrew her hand, sighed and shook her head, closing her eyes.Seeing her like this, Mary panicked: "What should I do? Can you tell me what the future looks like?"

"I don't know, I'm tired."

Jiang Xinyan slumped on the chair and stared at the ceiling. Scenes of images flashed in his mind, including images and words, which were so chaotic and crowded that they were about to explode.She felt that she was sick, so why bother with these crap things, wouldn't it be good for An An to just stay there and find a chance to return to England?

History has nothing to do with her?Can she still change it?

The nights in the countryside are extraordinarily quiet.

Inside, Walsingham opened and read a secret letter, written in "invisible ink"—literally, lemon juice.To write this kind of letter, you must use thick enough paper, dip it in lemon juice and dry it. It looks like there is nothing on the paper, but it will appear when you put it on the fire. However, the strength is difficult to control, and it is easy to tear the paper burning.

He took a lot of effort to "roast" all the sentences in the letter, but when he looked up, he found that the queen who was in the room just now had disappeared. He panicked and went out to look for it.

The outdoor temperature was very low in the winter night, and Worthingham was shivering from the oncoming cold as soon as he stepped out of the wooden house. Looking around, he found that the queen was leaning against the bare tree trunk at the door with her eyes closed, motionless.

"...!"

When he got closer, he found that he was asleep.

The little heart with a paralyzed face stretched out, and then frowned again. Should he wake up the queen, or not?If she disturbs her sweet dreams, she will be beaten, but what if she sleeps outside and freezes to death?

But he was entangled to death.

After thinking about it for a long time, he brought a cloak and covered her carefully. Unexpectedly, Elizabeth, who was only in a light sleep, woke up. When she opened her eyes, she saw an enlarged man's face, and immediately greeted her with a fist...

——boom!

Walsinghan only felt a pain on his face, and before he could howl, he was pushed to the ground, a force like iron pincers grabbed his neck, and he was so frightened that he hurriedly said, "It's me...Your Majesty..."

Elizabeth froze for a moment, then let go of her hand: "Worthingham?"

"..."

"What are you sneaking over here for?" He was lifted up with a sullen face, and he looked away. Anyway, it is impossible to apologize, so he had to find an excuse.

With a paralyzed face, he looked at the cloak he had picked up, and remained silent.

If he had known that he would be beaten anyway, he might as well wake him up. He didn't realize when the queen would be able to punch and kick. It hurts so much.

"Okay, rub it yourself." Seeing that he didn't speak, Elizabeth waved her hand irritably, turned and walked into the house.

Following up into the room, Worthingham handed her the baked letter while rubbing his face. The back of the paper was already black, and the front was crooked letters, connected into several lines of sentences.

Holding the corner of the letter with her slender finger bones, she quickly read it in the dim light of the candle, and then burned it calmly. She smiled: "I didn't expect that sick man to be so tenacious, he insisted on holding on for so many days."

The ignited flames were reflected in the gray-blue pupils, and the letter paper was turned into ashes under the scorching heat. He stared down, his eyes were cold.

"What did your friend say?"

"He'll pick the day of the funeral."

There were many of Werthingham's "friends" at the French court, all Huguenot Protestants, including Admiral Corigny, who was second in popularity only to the Prince de Condé.

"I hope he's smart enough and doesn't make too much noise, as long as he succeeds in bringing out his heart." Elizabeth sighed, turned around, walked to the chair and sat down, rubbing her forehead gently.

Little Rose, her little Rose.

Knowing that Jiang Xinyan got along very well with Mary in the French court, her heart instantly became confused, suspicion, anger, helplessness, self-deprecating... She couldn't tell what it was like.She couldn't get angry, and she didn't have the right to be angry, because that handwritten letter with relaxed words and meaningless tone was the reason for her guilty conscience.

The uneasiness in my heart these days has become more and more intense with the passage of time. While worrying that Jiang Xinyan will not be rescued, she is also afraid of facing the reunion of the two. After all, she did think about giving up for a moment.

I don't know how Little Rose will question her?And thinking of the grievance, injury, fear and other emotions that that girl may have, my heart aches.

She took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and there was a look of pain between her brows.

"Your Majesty, are you alright?" Walsinghan stopped rubbing his face and wanted to step forward.

"You called it wrong again." He waved his hand and got up.

One month's salary will be deducted for calling the wrong title once.

"..."

"It's getting late, go to bed."

After leaving this sentence, Elizabeth stepped into the small room inside, blew out the candles silently with a paralyzed face, picked up the sword in her arms, followed in, sat on the recliner beside the bed, and kept watch.

I hope that if he behaves better, the queen will show mercy and not deduct his money, alas...