[Ancient Rome] How to Divorce the Tyrant Nero

"Citizens should be simple, honest, brave, and patriotic." As the oldest woman present, Spacia Pola felt that she had to play a guiding role.Even in terms of status, Messalina and Octavia are far above her: "But compared with citizens, there are a few more social morals that women should abide by."

"So Mrs. Spacia is accusing us of not fighting for our own rights?" Petronia teased: "Maybe you should put down the cup in your hand before saying this."

Petronia took a sip of the wine and said intoxicatedly, "We are much happier than women in the Republic period, but this is not enough."

"Civil morality is something that everyone should abide by." Octavia didn't believe that all those present were obedient and pure sheep, and perhaps it would be more appropriate to describe them as "she-wolves": "But Petronia Madame is right, the civic morality of Rome is nothing but the death penalty after the Law of Adultery."

"Pfft ha ha ha ha ha..." Messalina was amused and laughed loudly: "No, not only the execution platform, but also the things behind the temple, and the little fish in the red light district."

Flavia Domitilla, who attended the banquet for the first time, couldn't believe that this was the real face of the Roman lady.

In them, you can't see the obedience and virtue to their husbands, but there are more naked and more direct irony.

Spacia Pola was not surprised by this kind of scene, and even felt that the daughter-in-law, who had always been disliked, looked cuter.

"Rome is not only men's Rome, but also our Rome." Octavia knew very well that the friendship of these noble ladies was linked by common enemies, common shackles, and common interests.

They are immoral egoists, pleasure-seekers, and destroyers.

But when night falls and the carnival begins, Justitia is a puppet of Jupiter, and the beast in the dark is also the incarnation of the lord of the gods.Among those men and women transformed from stones, who is more shameless or nobler than the other?

"We are not dictators of power." The orator's daughter seemed to have found an outlet for her emotions, and even her tone was slightly drunk: "It's just that society demands a lot from us, but it only gives us Leftovers of power."

"So this is our chance to prove ourselves." Seeing that everyone's emotions have been provoked, Octavia tentatively suggested: "We have won the right to drink, the right to watch public performances, and the The right to dispose of a certain amount of property under the patriarchy of the family..."

Octavia's eyes swept over everyone present, and she uttered a voice that frightened the Senate: "Could it be that after we have paid so much to solve the important issues for the citizens of Rome, can't we get a voice to speak?"

The orator's daughter's heartstrings were obviously aroused by Octavia's words, but she still tried her best to maintain a dignified and elegant expression, not letting herself show inappropriate excitement: "The Romans' aggressiveness is not limited to military affairs. success."

"Little Claudia is right. We who have given so much should strive for more for ourselves." Petronia was reminded of recent aggrieved memories by the gradually excited atmosphere. On the forehead: "We should make our voices heard in the citizens' assembly."

"Yes, we should make our voices heard at the Citizens' Assembly..."

Flavia Domitilla, who was deeply infected, almost yelled out along with the people around her, but years of caution made her more aware of the charm of silence and its saving power when necessary.

"I really don't understand what little Claudia wants to do?" Spacia Pola, who couldn't find a speaker, could only whisper with her unpleasant daughter-in-law, using a fan to hide her expression. Yan Shishi: "Is she going to overthrow the Senate?"

"If she just wants to overturn the fate of the Senate, she can let the Senate continue to worry about the temple." Flavia Domitilla, who has Egyptian blood, has not caught up with the era of Cleopatra, but her inheritance I saw the beauty of Egyptian women and their endless ambitions, and then I smelled the same kind of smell from Octavia.

"I'm starting to look forward to what she will look like when she grows up." Flavia Domitilla knew what Titus was thinking, but she was not optimistic about his future with Octavia.

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"What did you say?" Claudius, who was worried about money, finally waited for the news from the Matronas, but was hit by Narcissus: "What do they want?"

"His Royal Highness said that the Matronas are willing to raise 3000 million sesterce loans, but ask you, the Senate, and even the Citizens' Assembly to pass a women's bill." Faced with the shock of Claudius, that Erchisos swallowed subconsciously, and almost couldn't find his own voice: "They demand citizens' voting rights and the right to attend citizens' assemblies."

"This is impossible." Claudius rebuffed: "How can the Roman House be defiled by women? They are wishful thinking."

God knows what the citizens will think of him when this bill is passed—a philistine who put women in the Senate, an eternal disgrace in Roman history: "Can't Messalina do something useful? And the House of Commons Via."

Seeing that the Dionysus Festival is approaching, the soldiers from the expedition to Britain are about to return, but Claudius doesn't have enough money to hold a grand festival ceremony, and he can't even collect the rewards for the frontline soldiers: "Can't the two of them think of another way?"

Even though Claudius knew that his wife and daughter were not to be blamed for this, he couldn't find anyone who could blame him.

"Her Majesty the Queen and little Claudia talked about it so that the Matronas agreed to borrow money." Narcissus has always been Octavia's person, so he spoke for Octavia tactfully: "You also know Most of those Matronas are the wives of military officers or senators, and now not only you, but also others have taken the idea of ​​asking them for a loan."

Claudius put his hands on the table and kept licking his dry lips, as if this would make him feel better.

"This kind of thing shouldn't be up to me." How much Claudius wanted to get the support of the Senate before, and now he hates them: "If they could control those priests, I wouldn't be in the position I am today. point."

Claudius thumped the table emotionally, but he yelled in pain, and finally said angrily: "You go to the Senate and let them figure out their own way."

"If the Senate and the Citizens' Assembly do not pass this bill, I will never sign the warrant."