Queen and Her Duke

He frowned, his eyes flickered slightly, but there was still a faint smile on his face.

Wen Lin hid the complicated look at Annie from her sight, and asked with a chuckle,

"Marriage with Sistine can make His Majesty's rule more stable. Miss Anne should be happy to hear the news. Why does she seem a little worried?"

Annie's quietly scrutinizing eyes trembled slightly, but Wen Lin calmly blocked her temptation.

With a slightly blunt smile on the corner of her mouth, Annie nodded in agreement, "Of course I'm happy,"

The meaningful eyes lingered on Annie's face for a short while, and Wen Lin was immediately dragged aside by Hanvers.

Annie stared at Wen Lin's back in a daze, and began to doubt herself.

His Excellency Wen Lin's reaction was too flat. Could it be that she doesn't have a deeper relationship with His Majesty?

Thinking in this direction, Annie gradually overturned her previous guess.

If it is really related, Her Majesty Vicia should avoid herself, how could she let herself guess so easily.

Thinking in this way, Annie looked towards Wen Lin's position, showing a smile that was sure to win.

Wen Lin, who was concentrating on discussing with Hanvers how to resettle the Fondance slum, didn't notice Annie's strangeness at all.

The people in the slums of Fangtings are mixed, different from the gladiators with clear origins in the arena, there are many desperadoes who are against the royal army and nobles and whose origins are unknown.

According to Hanvers, there are many fugitives who smuggled in from other countries.

Proper social instability factors.

This is exactly the reason why Wen Lin has been shelving and not dealing with it. If they are treated equally, there may be some troubles.

Wen Lin reckoned in her heart that she would go to Fontins Abbey again, and it would be best if she could confirm the situation with Father Carson.

After finalizing the preliminary plan with Hanfus, Wen Lin planned to send Vicia back to the royal court.

Just as he was about to leave, Hanvers asked, "Your Excellency Wen Lin, you already have enough manpower. Why do you insist on dealing with the mess in the Fountains slum? You are asking for trouble."

No one has been willing to take care of that area. The royal court doesn't care, the church doesn't care, and they are left to fend for themselves in it.

Wen Lin turned her head in surprise, and looked into Humphers' eyes. What he said was very ruthless, but the burning eyes that stared at Wen Lin seemed to want to see something different from other people in Wen Lin's eyes.

Thinking of Hanfus's background as a commoner, Wen Lin slightly raised her lips with a hint of amusement, and asked instead,

"Your Excellency Hanvers, all people are not born equal. Some people are born into high-ranking nobles, and some people have suffered all their lives. When faced with an unfair fate, are you willing to succumb?"

Before Hanfus could answer, Wen Lin gave the answer first, "Everything you have now has already given the answer in your heart, and there are not only desperadoes in the slums, but also more people like you who are constantly who try to break free from the mud,'

As she said that, Wen Lin's eyes flashed in a rare daze, and she continued, "What is fate? For them, maybe I am their fate,"

Wen Lin's voice was very soft, as ethereal as the fine sand on the seashore, to Hanvers' ears, it sounded like thunder.

He stood there in a daze, a sharp whistling sound rang out from his eardrums, his brain went blank for a moment, and Hanvers murmured repeatedly in a daze,

"You are their fate, will that be my fate?"

The slums left Hanvers with only discrimination and violence.power, mockery, and endless hopeless depression.

He tried his best to get out of the gloomy quagmire, but it was still difficult to integrate into the real aristocratic class. If he could have met Wen Lin at that time, what would he look like now.

The self-deprecating low laughter was mixed with strong determination, Hanvers did not hesitate too much, he strode away, and began to prepare everything about the Fangtings Monastery.

Regardless of whether it is or not, as long as he can see the light, Hanfus will unswervingly run towards that beam of light.

Now, Wen Lin was the light he could see.

Seeing that her words had obviously touched Hanfus, Wen Lin stopped talking and turned to walk away.

She claims that she is not that noble, whether it is Hanfus, a gladiator, or the poor in the Fangtings Monastery, they do not have the background of the old-school nobles, and the most solid support is the royal court, and these will become Visia in the future. The most loyal support.

She can't be the savior of the world, and many seemingly selfless actions are embracing selfishness, and she wants to have a clear conscience.

Vicia stood with Francis and William, and they were discussing something in a low voice.

Wen Lin approached slowly, "Prince Philip," "Get married as soon as possible," and other words came vaguely.

From the corner of her eye, she noticed Wen Lin walking over early in the morning, and Visia promptly interrupted Francis and William who were chattering, "Your Excellency Wen Lin,"

Francis and William froze, then quickly returned to their mature appearances, and then greeted each other, "Your Excellency Wen Lin,"

Returning the salute gracefully, Wen Lin didn't say much, but looked directly at Vicia, "Your Majesty, I will take you back to the royal court,"

"Okay," Weisia, who was always being urged to marry, was having a headache on how to get out, just in time for Wen Lin to come.

The two left quickly, leaving Francis and William staring at each other.

Wen Lin's behavior was somewhat rude and domineering, but His Majesty Vicia was willing to indulge her.

Francis and William exchanged glances helplessly, sighed at the same time, and were about to leave, of course, they did not forget to take the small gift before leaving.

A piece of soap engraved with an exclusive coat of arms, exquisite pastries with different flavors, and a piece of paper called a discount coupon, with the seal of the royal guards printed on it.

I heard that after the new store opens, you can buy things at a lower price with this piece of paper.

I heard that it can only be used once, and everyone silently discounted it.

After collecting the coupons, I thought to myself that the next time His Excellency Wen Lin holds a banquet, he must come.

Although the form is a bit strange, the novelty items that can be seen in the banquet, as well as the opportunity to deal with other nobles and councilors are already invaluable.

Bessie and Namer arranged the finishing work in an orderly manner, and Wen Lin and Vicia had almost arrived in the palace.

The two sat opposite each other in a well-behaved manner. Wen Lin lacked interest along the way, always looking out of the window in rapt attention.

Visia looked at her expression carefully, her eyes were always lingering on Wen Lin's body quietly, she rubbed her fingers against her forehead, and Visia spoke first,

"My lord, what did Miss Anne say to you?"

During the banquet, Visia kept paying attention to Wen Lin from the corner of her eye. Visia watched her interaction with Anne calmly.

Feeling Wen Lin's deliberate indifference, Vicia guessed that there was a high probability that it had something to do with Anne.

With gloomy eyes, Wen Lin pursed her lips and remained silent.

Meeting Wen Lin's gaze without avoiding it, Weisia asked again, a little impatiently, "What did she tell you?"

The anger in my heart was easily drawn out by Visia's pressing attitude, a restless light flashed in her eyes, Wen Lin said coldly,

"Prince Philip is about to arrive in Bruns, when will His Majesty tell me?"

She was speechless for a while, and Weisia's silence seemed to confirm that she was deliberately concealing this matter.

The complexion became more and more ugly, Wen Lin was very angry, but in front of Vicia, she was limited to a cold expression and tone.

After a stalemate for a while, Visia wanted to touch Wen Lin's wrist, but Wen Lin gently avoided it by turning sideways. She was stunned for a while, and then regained her usual composure.

She lowered her eyes, looked at the empty palm, moved her fingertips,

"Your Excellency, you have never been my shady lover, you will be my only lover,"

The only thing promised by the monarch, the weight of which is difficult to estimate.

A few words that sounded light, like a boulder rolling over Wen Lin's heart, she opened her lips and was stunned for a long time before slowing down and saying,

"Your Majesty thinks I'm angry because of my identity?"

Weisia didn't make a sound, which was her default.

Laughing at herself, Wen Lin was still angry, she asked sharply,

"Your Majesty, since you regard me as your lover, why do you always hide some things from me? Even the one-sided words, I learned from others,"

Wen Lin has always known Visia's involuntary behavior. She is angry at Visia's concealment attitude, which indicates that Visia may hide more in the future, and may even make each other fall into a helpless situation .

Sighing softly, Visia restrained the irritability welling up in her heart, she lowered her voice,

"Your Excellency Wen Lin, I don't want to let you know so early. I don't want to upset you. I can't refuse the marriage in a short time. It has become an established fact. When it's time to tell you, I will tell you."

When Wen Lin was in a daze, Visia hugged Wen Lin from her side with an irresistible posture, her breathing seemed to be filled with a little bit of pain.

Without struggling, Wen Lin finally remained silent, letting Visia hug her.

Visia is the monarch of a country, so when the two get along, it is inevitable that they will have some attitude of a superior.

For example, at this moment, she is used to controlling everything. From Vicia's words, Wen Lin can clearly feel that she doesn't think her concealment is wrong, she is just waiting for the most suitable time after weighing.

Before the relationship between the two was fully revealed, Wen Lin didn't feel anything, but after the relationship was revealed, Wen Lin only felt a little bored and uncomfortable.

What she wanted to say suddenly became extremely pale and powerless. Wen Lin sat quietly, letting the hot body temperature behind her wrap her up.

Not wanting to continue arguing about this matter, Wen Lin chose to give in, she thought, maybe it was because the two of them didn't spend enough time together, and it would naturally get better after a long time.

Unaware of the change in Wen Lin's mood, Visia only thought she had calmed down, gently pecked Wen Lin's lips, softened her posture,

"Stay in the White House tonight?"

From now on, the time that the two can be alone will only decrease. Wen Lin turned her head and looked at the implicit expectation in Visia's eyes. Her heart softened suddenly, and she agreed, "Okay."

From No.16 Tuva Road, drive unimpeded all the way into the Wangting, and finally stop in front of the White House.

Wen Lin got out of the carriage first, then stood in front of the carriage and helped Vicia down.

The maids were already accustomed to the scene in front of them, and they thought that His Excellency Wen Lin would stay in the White House tonight, and a maid would soon replace Wen Lin's room with new dried lavender flowers.

Because Visia's sleep quality is not good, Wen Lin specially ordered to put a bouquet of sleep-promoting lavender in the bedroom every night before going to bed.

And because sometimes Vicia would go to Wen Lin's room to sleep, the maids simply put dried flowers in both rooms.

Just as Vicia and Wen Lin were about to walk in, a panicked voice came from behind.

"Your Majesty, Your Excellency Wen Lin, Father Carson has passed away,"

Obviously they went well last time, Wei Xiya and Wen Lin looked at each other, and they both saw a different kind of deep meaning in each other's eyes.

The author has something to say: Wen: Falling in love should require a break-in period, this should be considered a break-in period, if you can’t get in, then run away?

Wei: You try running, your leg is broken!