Augustus Road

"Who could be worse than Nero? And what could be better than the thermal baths that Nero built?" - Poet Martial

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"What are you doing in my husband's courtyard! Don't you think it's unlucky!" At this time, a calm and cold voice sounded from the archway of the front hall. Everyone wiped away their tears and looked there, but they saw a man with light yellow hair combed into a bun. A woman in her early twenties with a bun and a strangely patterned cloak was standing there. She was standing there clearly, without the shyness of a guest. Just as she said just now, this seemed to be her territory. Next to him was a high-class slave with slightly dark skin and a nameplate, accompanied by several coachmen and followers carrying luggage.

"Excuse me, are you..." Portia asked.

"The mistress here is the wife of Lepidus." After Yulia finished speaking, she walked in directly. She didn't want to explain too much. She came from Sardinia now not to compete with those "legends of Lepidus". What are the women here who love each other so much (she doesn’t recognize any of them anyway, and don’t care much about them) fighting over? It is in the correspondence with Lebida the previous month. Lepidah complained, “All my money now is invested in Ptolemy, but I was stupid and forgot that unblocking joints requires a lot of money, probably millions of sesterces."

Originally this was just Lepidus' unintentional complaint, but Yulia immediately called Habaruka over, "Your master (Yulia usually is very taboo about mentioning the title of Lepidus' wife, and does not admit it in front of the servants, so she (Just referred to as the male owner) If you encounter difficulties, sell the Ofilenu Manor!"

These words almost frightened Habaruka to death. You must know that in such a difficult situation before, the hostess was never willing to sell the ancestral manor, but now she does what she said without any hesitation. .

Because Ofilenou had managed the business well in the past few years, he quickly sold it for forty-five talents. Julia quickly brought all the money, packed up a few pieces of clothing, took the family tokens, and sent them away. He got rid of all the slaves and farmers, took Habaruka and a few hired porters, and headed directly towards the city of Rome.

"Mistress, why are you coming to Rome?"

"This money is not enough. Sell your husband's property in the city and collect the money and send it away."

"But, this is not very convenient...the male master may not agree."

"I am his wife, what is mine is his, and what is his is his."

As a result, just as she was about to come to Apilon to resell her property, she unexpectedly saw this scene. Yulia saw the good guys present: a beauty with the surname Xiao Ano with dark hair and a plump figure, a dignified and elegant young Roman lady, He also brought along a young but charming little girl, who couldn't help but frown at the private life of Lepidus, a bastard. I don’t know what these people were crying about, but after walking in, they grabbed Akuta with their hands.

After watching it for a while, he said, "Is this what you're crying about?"

Seeing that no one answered, Yulia raised her voice, "What's there to cry about!? Immediately, my husband's woman will come with me and take the children to Besançon to meet my husband. If he is still alive, give these I will give him the proceeds from the auction of the property to continue the career of Roman men; if he dies, I will take his body away and bury him in the family cemetery in Sardinia. Then if he has children, I will raise them. Stop crying."

Somehow, Yulia's words seemed to be very intimidating, and everyone seemed to have found a backbone and stopped crying. Then Yulia asked, "Are you three the only women who are my husbands?" Portia and Cleopatra hurriedly waved their hands, and then Julia nodded and said, that's just right. Now I have to sell all my husband's property. Your name is Porti, right, and take your and my husband's children with you. , I will rent an apartment to live in first. I will take the money I have with me to hire sword fighting slaves and sedan chariots. I will meet you and set off in three days. My slave Habaruka will stay here to take care of everything, and then I will take the money from the property. Bring along and follow.

"But wait, this is my friend Potty's house!" Portia was a little anxious.

"But I am Lepidus' wife! Also, the situation in this Akuta may not be true." Yulia's tone was particularly strong, and then she threw Akuta to the ground with disdain, " My grandfather and father both served in the legion. The Romans would find many excuses to go to war with their enemies. Since my husband is with Caesar, Caesar will be fine, and my husband will be fine too." After that, she took off her cloak. Li stretched out his hands with an expression of "Is there anything else?", then paused for three seconds and said, "It's nothing, just don't be stunned and start moving."

"This is Lepidus' real wife..." Cleopatra clicked her tongue.

"Who are you."

"My father is Ptolemy."

"Very well, I am going to Gaul this time just for your father's business. You can allocate 2500 talents to me from the funds my husband gave your father."

"But... yes, yes." Cleopatra instinctively felt that the young woman opposite was not to be trifled with, so she raised her hands in agreement with a flattering and cute smile.

After calming down, Poti told Yulia some places that were closed for the holidays. About three days later, Yulia asked the little pigeon Paluma to collect them through his father-in-law Hebrida and the gladiator Oplik. A group of veterans and sword-fighting slaves acted as bodyguards, carrying themselves and Poti in two sedan carriages, and marched onto the Emile Avenue heading to the Gaul region.

Thirteen-year-old Paluma, also wearing a dagger, stood in front of Yulia's carriage and asked, "I also want to see my adoptive father. Do you think I'm too young?"

"No, follow me if you want." Yulia said to the little pigeon expressionlessly.

In addition, Julia also told Poti that after giving the money to my husband, we would spend a small amount of money to find a camp apartment to live in Milan and even Besancon. "Woman, you can bear this kind of hardship." The facilities there are not as good as those in Rome.”

"No, no, I'm happy with it." Potty said her words very carefully. She understood that this strong, cold Yulia could be regarded as her mistress, so she could never put "being able to rely on My man, I am very happy with it." The whole line was spoken.

And Yulia seemed to see through it, and said calmly that it doesn't matter, you keep the special relationship with my husband unchanged, I won't embarrass anyone, but you must remember that the greatest glory of a Roman woman is to assist men in their achievements and to magnify themselves. I hope you will keep this in mind, "If my husband thinks that being with you in bed can enhance his authority, that's a good thing."

Bodi didn't really know what to say except nodded repeatedly. (To be continued.)