Queen and Her Duke

Francis came out from behind the bushes, the firelight shadowed under the corner of his eyes through the branches and leaves of the comb, which properly covered the sharpness of the cold light before it came out.

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

"Your Excellency, there are two days left until 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 force was responsible for the assassination.

The atmosphere became subtle all of a sudden, Francis avoided Wen Lin's line of sight, and laughed twice, "I thought you would know, it's the Sax family,"

Francis personally took Vicia from the Forbidden Palace back then and assisted her to grow into a qualified monarch step by step. Of course, Francis could perceive her special attitude towards Wen Lin.

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

After a pause, Francis continued,

"I have received accurate information. In two days, Grandal, the guard of the royal capital, will send troops to the royal court. If His Majesty doesn't wake up, no one will be able to turn the tide of the collapse of the king's power."

"You, me, and the old people in the Privy Council will all be imprisoned and even beheaded,"

Obviously it is a critical matter, but Francis's attitude is calm and there is no urgent panic.

Wen Lin lowered her eyes, something was rolling at the bottom of her eyes, and then quickly returned to calm.

Vicia's style of behavior on the rule of Z is cautious and suspicious, and she will not let herself fall into such a passive situation.

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

"Your Excellency Francis, your attitude doesn't look like a catastrophe is imminent. Is this a gamble set up by Your Majesty using himself as a bait?"

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

Francis tilted his head to glance at Wen Lin and spoke meaningfully.

Another way of acknowledging.

Wen Lin only felt chills all over her body, and her temples jumped a few times. She was shocked by Visia's death-defying actions, and she was also chilled by the truth that she was being used as a chess piece.

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

She stabilized and was about to let out an angry breath, Wen Lin clenched her palm tightly, her powerful nails pierced the skin of her palm, she continued to ask,

"why?"

In the end, what kind of critical situation was worth betting on Vicia's life. Only after the knife was dropped did Wen Lin know that the arrow was only a minute away from the aorta.

Hearing this, Francis suddenly felt a little sad, and his face was a little dignified, "The Holy See trial, we must regain the military power that fell into the hands of the alienated Sax family before the Holy See trial,"

No ruler wants to put himself at risk unless forced to.

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

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

After a long time, Wen Lin reversed her steps and walked towards Junpton Palace.

With Francis' acquiescence, the guards no longer hindered them.

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

Like last time, Wen Lin climbed up the wall with ease, and turned into Tilia's room through the window.

"Who?" was Mrs Warmin's voice.

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

Wen Lin covered up the surprise in her heart, that Mrs. Wormien was actually 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's trial,"

Wen Lin didn't know much about the Holy See trial. She only heard Elbo say when she was at sea that the last monarch of Golan was deprived of her religious status after the Holy See trial, and was finally forced to confess her bare feet in the ice and snow. Three days.

Tilia came from behind with a 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 may very well follow the path of her mother, a beheaded monarch,"

Continuing to ask about every detail about the Holy See's trial, Wen Lin silently wrote it down in her heart.

After getting all the answers, she was about to leave, and Mrs. Wormien suddenly made a sound, like a warning,

"Your Excellency, are you too intimate with Queen Vicia, beware of playing with fire***,"

During this time, Wen Lin's actions in Golan have been heard by Wormeen, and Queen Visia's attitude is even more intriguing. She seems to be deliberately preventing Wen Lin from contacting herself.

Wen Lin didn't pause at all, she turned out the window and landed lightly on the path beside the bushes.

"Too intimate?"

With a snort of unknown meaning, 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, she said lightly,

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

Wen Lin went to the corner by the window and didn't say a word after she stepped forward to check the temperature on Vicia's forehead and changed her medicine again.

Surprised by the news that Vicia was awake, and Wen Lin's always cold and restrained appearance, Yaz didn't notice anything unusual about Wen Lin.

Opening the window to a small gap, Wen Lin deliberately did not look at Vicia on the bed, and convinced herself in her heart that she was staying here just because she had not yet passed the dangerous period.

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

My heart was stuffy, and after smelling this fragrance, I suddenly rolled in my lungs.

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

In the White House, almost everyone's heart was heavy, and an anxious atmosphere enveloped them.

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

Whether or not the dangerous storm will once again involve the capital in the whirlpool of conspiracy.

The faces of the Queen's supporters and opponents contain the emotions that everyone will show when they are excited, or excited, or fearful, or nervous, or expect...

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

It was hard until the early morning, when the locked door was abruptly opened, and the guards told the ministers expressionlessly that they could leave the royal court.

Surprise or surprise, but to the disappointment of the ministers, they still did not get any definite news after walking out of the White House.

They subconsciously looked for the figure of Francis, the regent, but found nothing.

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

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

Expanding one of the pieces of information, Vicia looked at Francis and said softly, "Go pick up Latimer, just like you picked me up back then,"

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

As soon as the words came out, Francis had a moment of regret, his tone should be more subtle, not so tough.

With a faint smile, Vicia didn't take it seriously, "The only bloodline left by my brother who died young, since I didn't have the heart to kill him back then, let him be involved in the conspiracy of the capital together. Imprisonment should not be the destination of the gorse bloodline,"

Francis quickly realized Vicia's intentions, and he stubbornly said, "The news that the Queen is dying from my mouth is equally credible,"

Shaking her head gently, Wei Shiya's eyes fell on Wen Lin, and she sighed, "No, it's not tempting enough, I don't just want them to raise a knife to Wang Ting, I want them to be in Wang Ting. Foreigners confessed to treason,"

If Vicia dies, Latimer is first in line in the legal sense.

Vicia coughed twice, she suddenly clenched one side of the paper, and said solemnly,

"The Sax family, whose conscience has long been blinded by ambition, will never tolerate Latimer's ascension to the throne, even if it is only a slight possibility,"

Vicia's icy expression revealed a chilling coldness.

Francis narrowed his eyes slightly, and bowed down respectfully while pondering.

The cold and hard aura disappeared the moment Francis closed the door, Vicia closed her eyes and let out a very light hiss.

Mrs. Yaz's eyes were wet, and she gently wiped the cold sweat from the pain on Vicia's face with a cotton cloth.

Wen Lin has been standing in the corner, like a mass of air without any sense of existence, quietly watching what happened in the bedroom.

Wrinkling between her brows, Vicia has been keenly aware of Wen Lin's deliberately alienating attitude since she woke up.

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

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

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

Vicia bent her elbows to support her head and softened her voice as much as possible, "Your Excellency Wen Lin, my wound needs to be changed."

Just looking at Wen Lin with such a fixed look, the light shone on her body through the curtains, clearly outlining Wen Lin's cold facial features, she was only wearing a thin linen gown with rather messy creases on it.

Vicia learned from Yaz that Wen Lin had been taking care of herself without sleep, and while she was happy, Vicia was at a loss at what to do.

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

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

After hesitating for a long time, Vicia's cicada-like eyelashes trembled slightly, "Your Excellency Wen Lin, I have no choice,"

The one who responded to Vicia was still silent, Wen Lin simply avoided Vicia's gaze, hiding in the corner without saying a word.

With the passage of time, Vicia helplessly rubbed her forehead, and there was a trace of irritability between her brows.

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

But this time, Vicia drove them away with a cold expression. She took back her gaze on Wen Lin, picked up the documents on the bedside and started to read, there was a tendency to stalemate with Wen Lin to the end.

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

Vicia: What if my wife is too smart! Waiting online, it's very urgent~