Queen and Her Duke

No. 16, Tuva Road, Wen Lin's new residence.

Next door at number 15 is the Humphreys estate.

Opening the door, Wen Lin unexpectedly saw Mr. Brown and His Highness Latimer.

She looked at Vicia suspiciously.

The corners of her lips twitched in the sunlight, Vicia said slowly,

"Latimer said he wanted you to be his mentor. As for Lord Browne, he is the perfect person to help you get acquainted with the capital as soon as possible,"

This arrangement has to be said to be extremely considerate. Wen Lin spends most of her time in the royal court and has little contact with old and new nobles and the church.

If there is a housekeeper who knows everything about the capital, many things can be done with half the effort.

But Latimer, as long as the queen doesn't get married and don't have children, he will be first in line in the legal sense, a very delicate position.

Latimer's father was Prince Wenlock, born to the third queen of the previous king, but Wenlock was frail and died of illness before he took the throne.

Latimer was only one year old at the time, and there was absolutely no way to compete with the new nobles who supported Vicia.

The throne was won by Visia, and the new nobles wanted to kill Latimer, but were accidentally stopped by Visia and imprisoned in the forbidden palace.

This time, Vicia's move to take him out of the Forbidden Palace affected the minds of countless people. The new noble wanted him to die, but the church wanted to support him and replace Vicia.

To be his mentor equals countless troubles ahead.

Seeing that Wen Lin didn't speak, Vichy's eyes flickered, and she took the initiative to say, "I will follow the wishes of the two of you and will not interfere."

The meaning of the words is that no matter whether Wen Lin is willing to teach Latimer or not, Vicia will not blame her.

From Brown's point of view, Her Majesty Vicia's attitude towards Her Highness Latimer was very strange. Although she didn't show any disgust, it was full of alienation, but she agreed to Latimer's request for Wen Lin to be his mentor. .

No one could guess what the Queen was thinking.

"Your Majesty, I have never served as a tutor, and I don't know the courses that His Royal Highness Latimer needs to learn, so I should choose someone else,"

Wen Lin had a small smile on her face, and leaned slightly towards Vicia and Latimer, showing a complete rejection.

Vicia didn't care, but Latimer was clearly in a hurry.

He broke away from Brown's hand, ran to Wen Lin, looked at him with round blue eyes, and begged, "Lord Wen Lin, no matter what you teach, I'm willing to learn,"

As he said that, he grabbed Wen Lin's sleeve, and then looked away at Vicia. The thin body suddenly trembled in fear, and he quickly lowered his head and didn't dare to look again.

Wen Lin raised her eyebrows, pulled out her sleeves without hesitation, turned to Vicia and said with a smile, "Your Majesty, I will take you back to the royal court,"

The dusky clouds piled up in the sky, and it would soon be dark.

Vicia nodded, turned and walked to the carriage prepared outside the door.

"Your Majesty, I sincerely ask you, if you can let me stay in Your Excellency Wen Lin's mansion, I am willing to impress her with sincerity and determination," Latimer spoke, his body was under Vicia's gaze. He trembled violently, and there was hope that could not be concealed under the look of fear.

Looking back coldly, Vicia held Wen Lin's hand and boarded the carriage without saying a word.

There is no rejection, it is consent.

The light in the carriage was dim, Wen Lin sat down opposite Vicia and asked firstly, "I really want to keep him by my side,"

Paying attention to Wen Lin's expression, exhaustion and a little fragility passed by in Visia's eyes, she nodded, obviously not wanting to say more.

The round fingertips tapped silently on the back of her hand, and a trace of doubt flashed in her eyes, but Wen Lin didn't ask any more.

During the silence, Vicia lifted the curtain of the car, and the cold wind poured in, which lowered the temperature on her body, but the soreness and pain in her brain did not weaken, but intensified, pulling her shoulders. The lower wound seems to be starting to ache.

Vicia tried her best to restrain herself, except for her ugly face, Wen Lin didn't notice it for a while.

The carriage bumped violently as it passed a gravel-paved road.

Falling forward unexpectedly, a low thud escaped from Vicia's throat, followed by a sudden and violent cough.

Wen Lin quickly caught Vicia, and was startled by the scalding temperature on her hands and face.

Quickly helping Vicia up, Wen Lin patted her back, trying to make her feel better.

After a long time of coughing, the coughing began to gradually subside.

Wen Lin touched Vicia's forehead and back of neck. After confirming that she was hot, she instructed the driver in a loud voice to go faster.

It seemed that all her strength had been exhausted in an instant, and the water light fell from the end of Vicia's red eyes. She rested her hands on the seat cushion, and her face was filled with exhaustion that could not be concealed.

After recovering, Vicia pushed Wen Lin away, with a light tone, "Your Excellency Wen Lin, I'm fine,"

From Wen Lin's point of view, Vicia's back was slightly bent, and her long eyelashes hung with water droplets in the dim light, but her stern eyes revealed the alienation and majesty in her bones.

A feeling of fragility hidden under a tough shell.

Wen Lin was stunned for a while, then stepped forward to support Vishya again, ready to unbutton her shirt to determine if the high fever was caused by the worsening wound infection.

But was pushed away again by Vicia.

Leaning against the wall of the car, Vicia's eyes were flushed, her breathing was heavy, and her half-closed eyes were filled with alienation and alert that Wen Lin could not understand, like thin blades sticking to Wen Lin's neck.

After an unknown amount of time, Wen Lin called out softly, "Vishya,"

Nothing happens, is it burning?

Confused.

Wen Lin made a decisive decision, no longer bothered about why Vicia's attitude changed suddenly, and pulled Vicia into her arms forcefully, restraining her struggling hands.

Quickly unbuttoning her shirt and bandage, Wen Lin breathed a sigh of relief when there was no sign of infection.

Unexpectedly, Visiah suddenly struggled violently, and she suddenly pushed Wen Lin away, turning over and crushing her on top of her.

Without any precautions, she was dizzy for a moment, and Wen Lin's head slammed into the carriage, making a muffled sound.

The suspicious voice of the royal knight came in from outside the car door, "Your Majesty, Your Excellency Wen Lin,"

At this time, Vicia was pressing on Wen Lin, she slowly lowered her head and kept getting close to Wen Lin.

The unbuttoned shirt slid down in a large motion, her upper body was almost naked, and the white graceful ups and downs were slowly shaking with Vicia's movements.

Wen Lin closed her eyes abruptly, and while groping for the cloak prepared in the car, she said in a deep voice to the outside of the car, "It's okay, step back,"

Putting the cloak on Vicia, Wen Lin called her name a few more times.

His eyes were out of focus, and his eyes were still confused.

It seemed that she had completely lost her strength, and the weight of Vicia's whole body was on Wen Lin. Their upper bodies were tightly pressed together. Wen Lin could even feel the two roses on top of the snow, following Vicia's body. Breathing, slow, gentle, grinding. Rubbing against the skin under his neck.

Vicia's breath was hot, her lips were against Wen Lin's cheeks, and she felt hot to the touch. Itchy.

Her body froze, Wen Lin's thoughts went blank for a moment, and the light in her black eyes flickered.

She sat up with her arms around Vicia, turned her head and rubbed her shirt back on.

Vicia no longer struggled, and before she fainted completely, her lips twitched and said something.

The voice was small and vague, but Wen Lin could still hear clearly, she was saying,

"You, like them, accuse me and don't trust me,"

Listening carefully, there is a bit of a choked vibrato.

Vicia's illness was on the rise rapidly, and the high fever made her complain about Wen Lin inadvertently.

Wen Lin thought about it carefully, and it was because she was complaining that she took her to Yinhe Village.

Vicia is a monarch of a country, and has been in power for five years. During these five years, she has been biting with the old nobles who opposed her and the church.

Under her throne is a lot of **** and brutal infamy.

Would a monarch who has been in power for five years not know the misfortune and hardships of the people at the bottom? The answer is of course not.

The oppression of the aristocracy and the foolishness of the church have created the emptiness and decay of this kingdom, and there are many bones under the crown of glory.

But she had no choice. In the eyes of most people, the oppression of the nobles on the commoners was a matter of course, and it was born to be like this.

Even if Vicia is determined to change, once the nobles whose vested interests are touched will soon unite and bite fiercely, she can't bear the anger of angering the old and new nobles now.

She knew their pain and misfortune, but it was difficult to change.

Wen Lin's actions of taking her to Yinhe Village were more like forcing Vicia to admit her incompetence and forcibly opening her hidden wounds.

Looking at Visiah thoughtfully, Wen Lin stretched out her hand, and her slender fingertips slowly slipped from the end of Visiah's moist eyes to her chin.

She couldn't help but reflect on whether she had acted too hastily.

After being silent for a while, Wen Lin said firmly, "They will become your most powerful armor and your most powerful sword, and so will I,"

After putting on her shirt, Wen Lin hugged Vicia tightly and took her into her arms completely.

Through the gap in the car window, Wen Lin found that the carriage had entered the royal court, and after a while, she stopped in front of the White House.

After carefully checking the straps of the cloak, Wen Lin hugged Vicia and walked out of the carriage.

Vicia's bones are slender and she doesn't have much flesh on her body, and Wen Lin was shocked to realize that it was too light after she picked her up.

The knights of the royal court and the maids who came out to greet them looked at Visia and Wen Lin in such a pose, and froze in place.

Shocked, unbelievable, overwhelmed.

Mrs. Yaz hurried forward, Wen Lin instructed, "Go and prepare hot water and alcohol,"

After saying that, Wen Lin hugged Vicia and went straight to the bedroom. Looking at their backs, everyone couldn't help but wonder if His Majesty and Lord Wen Lin's actions were too close.

Mrs. Yaz looked around and understood what everyone was thinking. After a stern warning, she ordered people to prepare hot water and alcohol.

It was another sleepless night, the high fever repeated several times, and it didn't completely subside until the next morning.

Wen Lin watched Vicia in front of the bed all night, and when the sun was getting bright, she slept on the bed.

When Mrs. Yaz came in to change the water, she found that Her Majesty Vicia had woken up and was fascinated by the sleeping Lord Wen Lin.

Thinking of some possible guess, her heart suddenly clenched together, His Majesty's attitude towards Your Excellency Wen Lin was really unusual.

But both of them are women, and one of them is still a monarch who will be spied on by countless people all the time.

Mrs. Yaz looked at Wen Lin unkindly. If that was the case, she would definitely stop His Majesty from going down the road that was destined to be long and tormenting.

The author has something to say: I should be able to update on time tomorrow, I have returned today~

Tomorrow, I will take a good look at the foreshadowing of these two chapters in my writing~