"You told me directly just now that you wanted me to be charged with treason?"

Wormien's words were light, but Tade fell to his knees in horror. He couldn't even think of a reason to explain,

Fortunately, Mrs. Warmin didn't seem to care, and she waved her hand impatiently, signaling Tadein to step back.

The moment he closed the door, he tightened the clothes on his chest, and the servant who had been waiting outside stepped forward to support him,

"Foreign Minister, has the Duchess vented her dissatisfaction with you?"

With a slap on the back of the servant's head, Tadine warned sharply, "Don't talk about anything about the Duchess, not even in private, watch your head!"

Tadine frowned deeply and strode out, wondering why Mrs. Wormyn was so protective of the sick child.

The Wormien family, which owns two-thirds of the Sistine's land income, has a background that even the Pope has to be afraid of.

It's just a puppet's sick seedling, how can it be...

Could it be because the Duchess had been childless for many years and she had taught Tilia herself for decades?

But Mrs. Wormyn was only thirty years old, and she was mature and charming. Even many young people would bow down under her skirt. Even if the Duke died of illness at an early age, it would not prevent her from remarrying and having children of her own.

Could it be that the prince's deep palace can really produce feelings that go beyond interests.

Thinking of this, Tadine curled his lips in disdain, subconsciously preferring that Mrs. Wormion's behavior had other purposes, and he hadn't really punished himself just now.

Watching Tadine and his group walk away from the window, Wormien's expression softened suddenly.

When she turned to look at Tilia, she found that Tilia had already opened her eyes and stared at her with a smile.

"Madam, don't worry about those powerful people, I don't care about their attitude towards me,"

With a helpless smile, Wormien walked over to Tilia and probed the temperature on her forehead.

"I don't spend my time on them, but on you. How can the queen I teach myself keep sheltering from the wind and rain behind me?"

Wrapping her hands around Tilia's waist, Vormeen lowered her head to unbutton her corset. If it wasn't necessary, she wouldn't let Tilia wear this breathless thing.

Wrapping her hands around Wormion's neck, Tilia rubbed Wormien's cheek affectionately, and asked back of course,

"Can't I just hide behind you all the time?"

After undoing the corset, Wormien did not push Tilia away, but hugged her along with Tilia's movements. She caressed the back of Tilia's neck lovingly,

"Your Majesty, no, I will grow old and die first than you one day. At that time, I will have no way to protect you, so you must become stronger,"

The bottom of her eyes quickly flooded with water, and Tilia's body trembled obviously. She suddenly bit on Wormien's shoulder and said firmly,

"No, ma'am, I will grow old and die with you, and I cannot bear you to be separated from me,"

Wormien didn't answer, she just sighed helplessly, then broke free from Tilia's embrace.

Wiping away the tears from Tilia's face and blocking her sight with silk satin, Wormien and Tilia lay on the bed together, deliberately changing the subject and saying, "Your Majesty, you should rest, a tedious dinner is not a thing. easy life,"

The longer he spends with Tilia, the more Wormyn doubts his purpose for entering the court.

Is it just to compete with the Holy See while retaining the last trace of the orthodox blood of the royal family of Philip?

The increasing indulgence, the intimacy that fills life, and the heartbeat that often loses its rhythm, all seem to announce the answer that Wormien refuses to admit.

Across the silk and satin, Tilia could only see the graceful neckline of Wormien, she moved her fingers, and her bright eyes dimmed quietly.

In the quiet darkness, a possessiveness like a turbulent wave quietly flows.

The author has something to say:

Tilia: No one is better at pretending than me

The age difference should be fine.

We'll see Wen Lin in the next chapter, she's about to start doing things! Thank you to the little angel who voted for me or irrigated nutrient solution during the period from 2021-09-0314:52:19 to 2021-09-0517:40:21~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the grenade: 1 pen down Chang'an;

Thanks to the little angel who irrigated the nutrient solution: 10 bottles of Ghostspirits; 3 bottles of Linda's little fan girl;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!

Chapter Fourteen

Unlike the quiet Junpton Palace, at this time the front hall of the castle was full of servants and attendants who were busy walking through.

Even Bessie and Namar were called to trim the garden weeds.

Because of the adequate diet and rest these days, the wound on Wen Lin's body recovered quickly, and even the wound on her palm healed into a thick scab.

Thinking that she hadn't fully understood the layout of the entire castle, Wen Lin simply put on a cloak, and was going to go to Bessie and Namar to weed with her, and by the way, to find out the information she needed.

Because of Tilia's sudden visit, the preparations for the dinner were very tight, trimming the garden, preparing food, mobilizing the guards...

Without waiting for Wen Lin to walk to the garden, she saw Bessie hurried towards her.

She was obviously stunned when she looked at Wen Lin's outfit, "Miss Wen Lin, where are you going? It's too late, you should hurry back to your room and prepare for tonight's dinner party,"

"Am I also participating?"

"Yes,"

"The Queen's order?"

"Um,"

Under the bright sunlight, Wen Lin's eyes narrowed slightly, thinking of Tilia's arrival, she actually gave birth to a faint expectation.

Bessie put down the long skirt and headdress in her hands, thought for a while, and whispered, "I also forgot something very important, Miss Wen Lin, you are waiting for me in the room,"

After Bessie ran out in a hurry, Wen Lin shook her head and smiled, and soon her attention was attracted by the skirt that Bessie brought.