Queen and Her Duke

He frowned, his eyes flashed lightly, but there was still a faint smile on his face.

Wen Lin withdrew the complicated look she cast towards Annie, and asked back with a chuckle,

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

Annie looked at her eyes quietly, trembled slightly, and Wen Lin stopped the temptation painlessly.

A slightly blunt smile appeared at the corners of her mouth, and Annie nodded in agreement, "Of course I'm happy,"

The eyes that did not have deep meaning stayed on Annie's face for a short time, and Wen Lin was dragged aside by Humphreys.

Annie stared blankly at Wen Lin's back and began to doubt herself.

Your Excellency Wen Lin's reaction was too bland, doesn't she have a deeper relationship with His Majesty?

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

If it really matters, Her Majesty Vicia should avoid her, how could she guess it so easily.

Thinking like this, Annie looked towards Wen Lin's position, showing a smile that was inevitable.

Wen Lin, who was concentrating on discussing with Humphreys how to settle the Fangtings slum, did not notice Anne's strangeness at all.

The people in the Fangtings slum are mixed, and unlike the gladiators with clear origins in the arena, there are many desperadoes who are fighting against the royal army and nobles and whose origins are unknown.

According to Humphries, there are also many fugitives smuggled over from other countries.

Proper social instability.

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

Wen Lin estimated in her heart that she would go to Fangtings Monastery again, and it was best to confirm the situation with Father Carson.

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

Just as he was about to leave, he heard Humphus ask, "Your Excellency Wen Lin, you have no shortage of manpower. Why do you insist on dealing with the mess in the Fangtings slum? This is asking for trouble,"

No one wanted to take care of that area, the royal court didn't care, the church didn't care, and they were left to fend for themselves in it.

Wen Lin turned her head in surprise and looked into Hanvers' eyes. The words he said were very ruthless, but the burning eyes staring at Wen Lin seemed to want to see something different from others in Wen Lin's eyes.

Thinking of Hanvers being a commoner, Wen Lin's slightly raised lips overflowed with a hint of playfulness, and she turned to ask,

"Mr. Humphreys, people are not created equal. Some people are born as nobles, and some people suffer from hardships all their lives. When faced with an unfair fate, will you be willing to surrender?"

Without waiting for Hanvers to answer, Wen Lin gave the answer first, "Everything you have now has already said the answer in your heart, and there are not only outlaws in the slums, there are more like you who are constantly on the move. The man trying to break free from the quagmire,"

Saying that, Wen Lin's eyes flashed a little blank, and then she said, "What is destiny? For them, maybe I am their destiny,"

Wen Lin's voice was very soft, as ethereal as the fine sand on the seashore, and it sounded like a thunderstorm to Humphreys.

He stood there in a daze, a sharp whistling sound rang out from his eardrums, his brain was momentarily blank, and Hanvers repeatedly murmured absentmindedly,

"You are their destiny, will that be mine?"

The memory of the slums left to Humphrs is only discrimination and violence. Power, mockery, and endless hopeless depression.

He tried his best to escape from the gloomy quagmire, but it was always difficult for him to integrate into the real aristocratic class. If he could meet Wen Lin at that time, what would he look like now.

The low self-deprecating laughter was mixed with strong determination. Without much hesitation, Humphreys strode away and started to prepare everything about the Fontins Abbey.

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

Now, Wen Lin is the light he can see.

Seeing that her words obviously touched Hanvers, Wen Lin stopped talking and turned away.

She prides herself on not being that noble. Whether it is Humphreys, gladiators, or the poor in Fangtings Abbey, they do not have the heritage of old-fashioned aristocrats, and the most solid support is the royal court. The most loyal help.

She can't become the savior of the world, and many seemingly selfless actions are wrapped in selfishness, and everything is asked with 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 vaguely came.

Yu Guang noticed Wen Lin approaching early in the morning, and Vicia interrupted Francis and William who were talking in a timely manner, "Your Excellency Wen Lin,"

Francis and William's expressions froze, and then they quickly returned to their old-fashioned looks, and then said hello, "Your Excellency Wen Lin,"

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

"Okay," Vicia, who was always urged to get married, was struggling with how to get out, just in time for Wen Lin to arrive.

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

Wen Lin's behavior was a bit rude and domineering, but Her Majesty Vicia was willing to let her go.

Francis and William exchanged glances helplessly, sighed in unison, and prepared to leave. Of course, they didn't forget to pick up the small gift before leaving.

A piece of soap engraved with an exclusive coat of arms, delicate pastries of different flavors, and a piece of paper called a discount coupon with the seal of the royal guard's officer 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

After receiving the coupons, I thought that the next time Your Excellency Wen Lin holds a banquet, she must come too.

Although the form is a little strange, the novelty items that can be seen at the banquet and the opportunity to deal with other nobles and councilors are already precious.

Bessie and Namaner arranged the finishing work in an orderly manner, and Wen Lin and Visiah had already arrived at the royal court.

The two of them sat opposite each other, and Wen Lin lacked interest along the way, always looking out of the window in a trance.

Vicia looked at her expression carefully, her eyes were always quietly wrapped around Wen Lin, and she rubbed her fingers against her forehead, Vicia said first,

"Your Excellency, what did Miss Anne tell you?"

During the banquet, Vicia kept an eye on Wen Lin from the corner of her eye, and Vicia watched her interaction with Annie calmly.

Feeling Wen Lin's deliberately cold attitude, Vicia guessed that it was probably related to Annie.

With gloomy eyes, Wen Lin pursed her lips and said nothing.

Meeting Wen Lin's gaze without evading, Vicia asked again, a little impatient, "What did she say to you?"

The anger in her heart was easily drawn out by Vicia's pressing attitude, and an uneasy light flashed in her eyes, Wen Lin said coldly,

"Prince Philip is about to arrive at Brenz, when is your Majesty going to tell me,"

Suddenly, she was speechless, and Vicia's silence seemed to confirm that she was deliberately concealing this matter.

Her face became more and more ugly, Wen Lin was very angry, but in front of Vicia, she was limited to her cold expression and tone.

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

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

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

The only thing that the monarch promises, the weight of which is difficult to estimate.

The light-sounding words were like a boulder running over Wen Lin's heart. She opened her lips and was stunned for a long time before she slowed down and said,

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

Vicia didn't say anything, it was the default.

She laughed at herself, but Wen Lin was still angry, she asked sharply,

"Your Majesty, since you regard me as your lover, why are you always hiding something from me? Even the one-sided remarks are from others."

Wen Lin always knew that Vicia couldn't help herself. She was angry at Vicia's concealment attitude, which indicated that Vicia might hide more in the future, and may even put each other in a helpless situation. .

With a low sigh, Vicia restrained the irritability that surged in her heart, she lowered her voice,

"Your Excellency Wen Lin, I don't want to let you know so early, so that you won't be upset about it. It's a fact that I can't refuse marriage in a short time. When it's time to tell you, I'll tell you,"

When Wen Lin was absent-minded, Vicia hugged Wen Lin tightly from her side with a posture that could not be disobeyed, and her breathing seemed to be filled with a little pain.

Without struggling, Wen Lin kept silent in the end and let Visia hold her arms.

Vicia is the monarch of a country, and when the two of them get along, she will inevitably take on the attitude of some high-ranking people.

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

The words she wanted to say suddenly became extremely pale and weak. Wen Lin sat quietly, letting the hot body temperature behind her wrap her.

Not wanting to continue arguing about this matter, Wen Lin chose to take the initiative to back down, 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.

Not aware of Wen Lin's change in mood, Vicia just thought she was relieved, and gently pecked Wen Lin's lips, softening her posture,

"Stay in the White House tonight?"

After that, the time the two of them can be alone will only become less and less. Wen Lin tilted her head and looked at the implicit expectation in Vicia's eyes. She suddenly softened and responded, "Okay,"

From No. 16 Tuva Road, it drove unobstructed all the way into the royal court, and finally stopped in front of the White House.

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

The maids have become accustomed to the scene in front of them, thinking that Your Excellency Wen Lin should stay in the White House tonight, and a maid will immediately change Wen Lin's room with new dried lavender flowers.

Because Vicia's sleep quality was not good, Wen Lin specially ordered to put a bunch of lavender in the bedroom before going to bed every night.

And because Vicia sometimes went 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,"

It was clear that the last time I went, it was fine, Visia and Wen Lin looked at each other, and both saw a different kind of deep meaning in each other's eyes.

The author has something to say: Wen: Falling in love should always require a break-in period. This should be considered a break-in period, right? If you can't break in, then run?

Wei: You try to run, your legs are broken!