Wen Lin stared at Vicia for a long time, the tearing feeling in her internal organs prompted her to grab the life-saving straw beside her.

Using all her remaining strength, Wen Lin recklessly wrapped her neck around the neck of the person beside her, and then put her head on Vicia's shoulder, instantly weakening most of the bumps.

Wen Lin sighed comfortably, her thoughts were already stagnant, and she had no time to think about whether this move would be pushed away and whether it would anger Vicia.

However, to Wen Lin's surprise, she arrived at her destination very safely - the Royal Court of Wehmint.

Along the way, Vicia's posture and expression didn't change much, only the hands on her knees were deeply digging into the skin.

No one had ever dared to get close to her like this.

The heat on Wen Lin's skin seemed to ignite the air, and Vicia felt hotter and hotter, even a little hypoxic.

But she didn't hate this feeling.

After the carriage drove into the royal court unimpeded, Vichy pushed Wen Lin away as if she had been stung.

At the same time, before Wen Lin came back to her senses, she got out of the car first and resumed her meticulous and elegant manner.

When the car curtain was lifted again, what Wen Lin saw was the scene of Vicia with a serious face and a few hurried officials whispering.

After a few hurried words, he left in a hurry, not paying any attention to himself during the whole process.

Wen Lin rolled her eyes and kept silent until she was locked into a small circular room by the guards who had accompanied her before.

As the door was locked, and the surroundings became silent again, Wen Lin let out a faint gasping sound.

At the same time, Wen Lin's sanity was crushed almost instantly by the heavy feeling of exhaustion that came after she relaxed.

What a cruel woman, Wen Lin cursed in a low voice.

After standing stiffly on the spot for a while, Wen Lin managed to move to the window and observe the surrounding environment through the moonlight.

The room was small, with an old wooden single bed in the middle, and a barely clean quilt on the bed.

Fortunately, the environment is very dry and well ventilated. Except for the bed, there are no extra sundries in the whole room, which is much better than the wet and dirty environment of Yatta Tower.

Wen Lin has no habit of cleanliness, but she is used to keeping her environment as clean and tidy as possible, which will help her recover her energy.

Looking out the window, Wen Lin had a rough guess about where she was.

He should be detained in a circular tower somewhere behind the royal court. The window of the room is wide open. Looking down, it is about 30 meters above the ground. Ordinary people fall from here and die or be disabled.

Although it was not difficult for Wen Lin, who practiced ancient martial arts, to get down from here, she gave up when she thought of the endless means of Vicia.

I don't know how many guards there are in the castle, and this is in the royal capital of Golan. There are many troops stationed inside and outside the city. Wen Lin is not sure that she will be able to escape the pursuit smoothly and escape back to sea.

More importantly, her ship and her subordinates were all held in the palm of her hands by Vicia.

Seeing Vicia's attitude, Wen Lin guessed that she should not worry about her own life for the time being.

After gulping down the broth brought by the maid, Wen Lin chose a more comfortable position, avoiding the injury, and lying on the bed fell into a deep sleep without any dreams.

And the White Hall where the Queen is, the lights are flickering, and the people are crowded.

Even in the middle of the night, there is no intention to be quiet at all.

Because the Queen was stabbed, the new nobles who supported the Queen were particularly passive.

Beside the Queen is the representative of the new aristocracy, Sir William Cecil, Chief Adviser and Minister of State.

"Your Majesty, you shouldn't intensify the conflict with the church. We should learn a lesson from the assassination that put your life on the line not long ago,"

The worried expression made William look even older, and the gray mustache was quivering, looking a little funny.

There is no bunker that can resist the attack, the foreign enemies that are coveting, the dangerous and greedy Holy See, and the queen who may be killed in the assassination at any time, which makes the new nobles who are attached to Visia very headache.

"William, if the price paid is that we are not controlled by others, then there is nothing we can't try,"

"But do you really want to pin your hopes on a group of pirates? The Royal Guard was suppressed by the Holy Knights of the Holy See. It has become a tradition. No one can easily change the rules of the game, even if you are the queen,"

William pointed out the problem sharply. In his opinion, the growing queen seemed to want to challenge the wolves.

Can no one change easily? Vicia was silent for a while, then shook her head firmly, "No, you are all wrong, people living in the shadow of the old divine right. People, have lost their fighting spirit to resist, we can only use external forces to defeat the corrupt the Holy See,"

The Queen's tone sounded as decisive, determined and confident as ever, with a toughness that could not be rejected.

The words of exhortation were stuck in their throats, and the new nobles in the hall looked at each other and lowered their heads in unanimous silence, "I hope she can do as Your Majesty wishes,"

"Go back,"

Lightly pinching the bridge of her nose, Vicia waved her hand, looking slightly tired.

The conflict between the Grand Catholic Church and the New State Religion, the flood in the south, and the deterioration of diplomatic relations with the Sistine, and at the same time, guarding against the collusion of the old nobles with wicked hearts and foreign enemies, these urgent problems that need to be dealt with have disturbed Vicia. Heartbroken.

The tidy footsteps faded like the tide, and Whitehall quickly returned to its empty and silent appearance.

Vicia narrowed her eyes, reclining on the throne, enjoying the tranquility of the moment.

Antoni walked forward with a group of female officials at the right time to help the queen remove her makeup, take off her fancy clothes, and press the acupuncture points on her body with the most comfortable force to relieve fatigue.

In her impression, the queen has not had a good rest for a long time, and seldom shows her excess emotions in private.