Queen and Her Duke

Francis came out from behind the bushes, the firelight passed through the leaves of the comb and cast shadows in the corners of his eyes, properly covering up the sharpness of the cold light before it came out of the sheath.

He stood still in front of Wen Lin, lowered his voice,

"Your Excellency, there are two days left before the deadline you gave, can I see the sober queen in two days?"

"The Holy See or the old nobles?" Wen Lin asked back.

Wen Lin asked very straightforwardly, which faction was responsible for the assassination.

The atmosphere suddenly became subtle, Francis avoided Wen Lin's sight, and chuckled twice, "I thought you would know, it's the Sachs family,"

Francis personally took Vicia out of the forbidden palace and helped her grow into a qualified monarch step by step. Of course, Francis could sense her special attitude towards Wen Lin.

In addition, he looked at Wen Lin with a little more meaning and inquiry.

After a pause, Francis continued,

"I have received accurate information. Two days later, Grandal, the guard of the royal capital, will send troops to the royal court. If His Majesty does not wake up, no one will be able to turn the tide of the collapse of the royal power,"

"You, me, and those old men from the Privy Council will all be thrown into jail, and even their heads will be cut off,"

It was clearly an urgent matter, but Francis' attitude was calm and composed, without any sense of urgency or panic.

Wen Lin lowered her eyes, something was rolling in her eyes, and then quickly returned to calm.

Visia's political style is cautious and suspicious, so she won't let herself fall into such a passive situation.

Combined with Francis' attitude, Wen Lin frowned, without hesitation, she asked straightforwardly,

"Your Excellency Francis, your attitude does not look like a catastrophe is imminent. Is this a gamble set by His Majesty using himself as a bait?"

"Your Excellency, your calm attitude also tells me that I don't need to worry about Her Majesty Vicia's life,"

Francis tilted his head and glanced at Wen Lin, and said meaningfully.

Another way of admitting.

Wen Lin only felt chills all over her body, and her temples twitched a few times. She was shocked by Weisia's reckless approach, and also chilled by the truth that she was used as a pawn.

Mrs. Yaz's anxious words still echoed in her ears that day, "Your Majesty Wen Lin, Your Majesty said that she only believes in you, and her life depends entirely on you,"

Steady and breathed out with anger, Wen Lin clenched her palms tightly, her strong nails pierced the skin of her palms, she continued to ask,

"why?"

What kind of critical situation is worth Weixia's life to gamble on? Only after the knife was dropped did Wen Lin realize that the arrowhead was only a tiny bit away from the aorta, and if she was not careful, she would really not be able to wake up.

Hearing this, Francis suddenly felt a little sad, and his face was a little solemn, "The Holy See trial, before the Holy See trial, we must take back the military power that fell into the hands of the Sachs family who has already had a different heart."

No ruler would be willing to put himself in danger unless he had to.

Long after Francis left, Wen Lin was still standing there.

She stared at the floor under her feet, wondering what she was thinking, and the guards of the royal court who were not far away would glance at Wen Lin's direction from time to time.

After a long time, Wen Lin turned around and headed towards Junpton Palace.

With Francis' acquiescence, the guards wisely stopped blocking them.

Perhaps all the guards were transferred to the White House, and there were only one or two sporadic guards patrolling outside the Junpton Palace.

Just like last time, Wen Lin climbed up the wall with ease, and entered Tilia's room through the window.

"Who?" was Mrs. Wormien's voice.

"I," Wen Lin walked to the candlestick and lit the candle.

Wen Lin concealed her surprise that Mrs. Wormien was in Tilia's room, and they were still sleeping on the same bed.

Turning her back, Wen Linjing waited for them to get dressed, "I want to ask about the Holy See trial,"

Wen Lin didn't know much about the trial by the Holy See. She only heard from Elbo when she was at sea that the last monarch of Golan was deprived of his Christian membership after the trial by the Holy See, and was finally forced to repent barefoot in the ice and snow three days.

Tilia came from behind with a slightly hoarse voice, "If Vicia cannot get the support of the vast majority of Catholics in the Golan in the Holy See trial, it means that the Golan will fall into turmoil and division again. In the flames of war, and she is most likely to follow the path of her mother, a decapitated monarch,"

Wen Lin continued to ask about every detail about the Holy See trial, and silently recorded it in her heart.

After getting all the answers, she was about to leave when Mrs. Wormien suddenly made a sound, which seemed to be a warning,

"Your Excellency, are you too intimate with Queen Vicia, be careful playing with fire***,"

During this period of time, Vormien had heard of what Wen Lin did in Golan, and Queen Vicia's attitude was even more intriguing. She seemed to be deliberately preventing Wen Lin from contacting her.

Wen Lin didn't pause at all. She jumped out of the window and landed lightly on the path beside the bush.

"Too intimate?"

With an inexplicable snort, Wen Lin walked towards the White House.

Seeing Wen Lin coming in, Mrs. Yaz got up and was about to leave, but was stopped by Wen Lin's voice. She said calmly,

"Ma'am, Her Majesty Vicia is awake, it is more appropriate for you to take care of her next,"

Wen Lin stepped forward to test the temperature on Vicia's forehead, and changed her medicine again. Wen Lin then walked to the corner by the window without saying a word.

Surprised by the news that Visia was awake, coupled with Wen Lin's usual indifferent and restrained appearance, Yaz did not notice anything unusual about Wen Lin.

Opening the window a small gap, Wen Lin deliberately did not look at Visia on the bed, and convinced herself in her heart that staying here now was only because she hadn't passed the dangerous period yet.

The wind sneaked in along the edge of the bed, stirring up the dull breath in the room, and inadvertently brought the cold fragrance from Weisia's body to Wen Lin's nose.

Feeling stuffy in my heart, after smelling this fragrance, I immediately turned violently in my lungs.

Wen Lin simply closed her eyes, leaned against the wall and fell into a light sleep, trying to slowly calm down the soreness.

In the White House, almost everyone's hearts were heavy, and an atmosphere of anxiety enveloped them.

The ministers under house arrest in the White House by Francis are even more eager to know the situation of Queen Vicia, whether she is dead or alive.

Whether the dangerous storm will involve the capital in the vortex of conspiracy again.

The faces of the queen's supporters and opponents include the emotions that everyone will show when they are excited, whether they are excited, or afraid, or nervous, or looking forward to...

No one knows who will belong to the supreme throne in a few days.

After struggling until early morning, the locked door was suddenly opened, and the guards told the ministers expressionlessly that they could leave the royal court.

Surprised or happy, but to the disappointment of the ministers, they still did not get any definite news after they walked out of the White House.

They subconsciously searched for the figure of Regent Francis, but found nothing.

At this time Francis was in Vicia's bedroom, and the Queen was wearing a soft cloak, which tightly covered her wounds.

She was leaning on the soft pillow, with some paperwork and information in front of her. The serious injury made her face paler, but her thinned cheeks showed a sharper cold edge.

Unfolding one of the pieces of information, Vicia looked at Francis and said softly, "Go and pick up Latimer, just like you did when you picked me up,"

"Your Majesty, what do you want to do?"

As soon as the words were out of his mouth, Francis regretted for a moment. His tone should be more subtle, not so tough.

With a faint smile, Visia said indifferently, "The only blood left by my brother who died young, since I didn't make up my mind to kill him back then, let him be involved in the conspiracy of the capital together. Captivity is no place for the blood of the gorse,"

Francis quickly realized Vicia's intentions, and he insisted, "The news that the queen is dying from my mouth is also credible,"

Shaking her head slightly, Weisia's eyes fell on Wen Lin from the corner of her eyes, and she sighed in a low voice, "No, it's not attractive enough, what I want is not only for them to raise their knives at the court, but also for them to fight in the court. Foreign relatives admit treason, "

If Vicia died, Latimer would be the first heir in the legal sense.

Weisia coughed twice, she suddenly clutched one side of the paper, and said in a deep voice,

"The Sachs family, whose conscience has long been blinded by ambition, will never bear the slightest possibility of Latimer ascending the throne,"

Weisia's icy expression revealed a chilling cruelty.

Francis narrowed his eyes slightly, bent over and retreated respectfully while pondering.

The cold aura disappeared the moment Francis closed the door, and Visia closed her eyes and hissed very lightly.

Madam Yaz's eyes were moist, and she gently wiped the cold sweat from Visia's face due to the pain with a cotton cloth.

Wen Lin has been standing in the corner, like a mass of non-existent air, silently watching everything that happened in the bedroom.

Wrinkles formed between the brows. Since Weisia woke up, she was keenly aware of Wen Lin's deliberate alienation.

She knew she couldn't hide it from Wen Lin, but she didn't expect Wen Lin to know it so quickly.

Rubbing her wrist, Visia signaled Mrs. Yaz to step back with her eyes.

The overly calm expression made Visia unable to guess what Wen Lin was thinking, anger, resentment, blame... or something else.

Visia bent her elbows and propped her head up, and softened her voice as much as possible, "Your Excellency Wen Lin, my wound needs to be changed,"

Just looking at Wen Lin so fixedly, the light shines on her body through the curtains, clearly outlining Wen Lin's slightly cold facial features. She is only wearing a thin linen gown with messy creases on it.

Visia learned from Yaz that Wen Lin has been taking care of herself non-stop, and at the same time, Visia was overjoyed and at a loss as to what to do.

Just like at this moment, she didn't know how to close the distance with Wen Lin.

Visia opened her mouth to explain, but she would undoubtedly make this decision again, and she did not expect that the feathered arrow shot into her chest would be so dangerous.

After hesitating for a long time, Weisia's eye feathers trembled slightly, "Your Excellency Wen Lin, I have no choice,"

There was still silence in response to Visia, Wen Lin simply avoided Visia's gaze, and hid in a corner without saying a word.

As time passed, Visia rubbed her forehead helplessly, and a trace of irritability appeared between her brows.

According to Wen Lin's request, the maids would come in regularly to change Vicia's dressing and feed her medicine soup.

But this time, Weisia drove them away with a cold expression. She withdrew her gaze from Wen Lin, picked up the paperwork beside the bed and began to read, showing a tendency to confront Wen Lin to the end.

The author has something to say: Xiaowen: I'm angry, the kind that can't be coaxed well!

Vicia: What should I do if my wife is too smart!Waiting online, very urgent~