[Ancient Rome] How to Divorce the Tyrant Nero

Before Nero went home, he took a bath in Otto's private house to prevent Octavia from smelling the cheap incense of the brothel from him.

"You're back." As usual, Octavia was waiting for him in the dining room, but Nero had been entangled with Otto for too long today, so when he returned home, the soup on the dinner table had run out of heat .

"Honey, I'm sorry. I made you wait until now to eat dinner." Nero apologized and kissed Octavia's cheek lightly. The latter could smell the expensive perfume from Nero's body.

"Did you take a shower before you came back?" Octavia noticed that Nero's shoulders were slightly stiff, and before he showed a panicked expression, she blamed Nero's housekeeper: "You always like to be in rehearsal Forget about time, and that's all the steward's responsibility."

In history, Nero kicked his pregnant second wife to death due to a dispute, so Octavia cleverly did not blame Nero, but put all the blame on the steward aside: "He is no longer the first wife. Things that delay you once, in the long run, your body will always be destroyed by bad habits. Without a good body, how can you give full play to your best strength on stage. "

Nero was speechless at this, and could only humbly mumble, and then drank soup to avoid Octavia's continued questioning.

Seeing this, the housekeeper at the side was relieved, but found that Octavia gave him a cold look, as if looking at a dead person.

"I don't want to attend the court in a few days, and you can decide for me at that time." Because Nero took the medicine again before he came back, he had the urge to feel sick and retch when he drank the soup, and he almost missed Octavia's eyes. Spouted: "You are my wife, Otto is my friend. No matter who wins the final lawsuit, I am the most difficult one, so you can decide for yourself, don't let me Difficult in court."

"If it's just a problem between us, will you really punish Otto after the result comes out?" Because Octavia is not the prosecutor, there will not be much punishment for losing the lawsuit, at most it will be reputation It doesn't sound good.

Nero frowned, he didn't want to answer Octavia's question, but he said patiently: "At that time, I will discuss it with the Senate."

Saying this is equivalent to not saying it, but it made Octavia rethink the possibility of taking the opportunity to kill Otto.

Because the husband and wife both had their own thoughts, the meal was tasteless.

That night, Nero didn't have the energy to pay the rations, so he fell into a drowsy sleep shortly after going to bed.

Octavia at the side took out a handful of special herbal medicine from under the pillow, lit it and smoked it around Nero's nose before getting out of bed to do her own business.

"Master, the person you want has been brought. What do you want to do with him?" Elius, who had been waiting outside the house, asked Nero's butler to come in. The latter was gagged and could only speak There was an unknown whining sound from the direction of the big bed.

Octavia pinched the other's cheek, forced Nero's butler to meet her eyes, and then said with some regret: "I knew that the person favored by Pluto would not take my warning seriously."

Nero's butler only felt a burning pain in the place touched by Octavia, and even his eye sockets began to feel slightly astringent, and he kept pouring out tears of not only regret but also fear.

Seeing this, Elius knew that this guy was completely finished, so he was very curious about how Octavia would deal with him.

"After cleaning, let Titus take it away." Octavia signaled her eunuch slave to bring a rope, strangled Nero's steward to death, and then ordered the body to be taken out: "Flavius Since the Si family wants to reconcile with me, then show the sincerity of reconciliation."

"Tell Titus to hide the body in..." Octavia originally wanted to say hide it in Otto's house, but then thought that such an arrangement was not only too revealing, but also very difficult to operate, so the words came The mouth turned around again: "Hiding near the residence of Brittany Kus."

Octavia wants to see if Nero will continue to indulge his lust and get involved with Otto, knowing that Otto is involved with Brittanicus.

"But master, if His Majesty the Emperor doesn't see his steward tomorrow morning, will he blame you?" Although it wasn't the first time Elius did dirty work for the master, but it was the first time to execute His Majesty's confidant , so he was very worried that after the incident was revealed, he would end up with Nero's butler.

"Of course Nero will suspect that I did it." Octavia glanced at the hesitant Ellis, and directly pierced his worries: "Because everyone will suspect that I did it, so this matter I wouldn't have done it, you understand?"

"Yes." Elius dragged Nero's butler down without hesitation, but during the dragging process, Sporus, who got up to drink water, saw him rightly.

Seeing this, the eunuch slave on the side stepped forward and wanted to finish Sporus completely, but was stopped by Elius.

"Aren't you going to kill me?" There was no fear of death on Sporus's face, he just glanced at the butler's body lightly, and then asked casually.

"Killing the emperor's two confidantes in one night is too much." Elius didn't think that Sporus would hurt Octavia, because he had also been a slave, so he understood the importance of a slave to a person. What kind of eyes will show loyalty, "Maybe you can ask the hostess if she wants to kill you."

After all, Elius didn't stay in front of Sporus for too long, and took people to dispose of the butler's body, and Tuliusporus silently watched them disappear from the spot.

"Maybe this is my future destiny." Sporus didn't know how long he was in a daze, and then silently said something similar to a prophecy, then looked towards Octavia's bedroom, and smiled self-deprecatingly .

Maybe when he died, he would be like today's housekeeper, just Octavia's whim, and then quickly forgotten by her.

Thinking of this, Sporus couldn't help being very jealous of his master in the true sense - because he has everything that ordinary people, especially Sporus, dream of, but he doesn't cherish them.

Sporus' eyes darkened slightly, as if an unpredictable storm was turbid inside.

He took out a delicate narrow-necked glass bottle from his pocket, and poured out the viscous potion inside.

"These are not important anymore." For the first time in history, Sporus felt the feeling of being in charge, and then went back to the room and let out a restrained but hard to hide laughter.