She took off her coat, got into the quilt, hugged Tilia very familiarly, and hummed a little rumor to soothe her to sleep.

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Chapter 20

The night was long, and after Wen Lin came out of Junpton Palace, she walked without a clue.

For some reason, she was a little upset tonight, and not just because of Wormyn's threats.

At this point, Wen Lin is only for self-protection. If it wasn't for the Holy See's stalking pursuit, Wen Lin would not choose to cooperate with Tilia.

She prefers to find a remote island where she can live in seclusion leisurely.

But after coming to this world, it seemed that an invisible hand pushed her into the whirlpool of power.

She had to wander on the edge of the knife, on the edge of the cliff, in fear.

Sometimes Wen Lin's logic in dealing with troubles is very simple. Since the Holy See refuses to let her go, she will try her best to destroy the Holy See.

What about Corvicia? The current owner of the Golan royal family is also her enemy.

What was the truth back then? Wen Lin kicked the pebble on the side of the road like a vent.

Gurgling, the stone rolled forward until it stopped in front of an indifferent and arrogant figure.

"Your Excellency Wen Lin," came the cold voice, Wen Lin raised her eyes, it was Vicia.

The eyes of the two happened to meet in the air, and there was no smile on Vicia's face, and even Wen Lin saw the anger smouldering in her eyes.

Bessie and Namar were kneeling beside them. When they saw Wen Lin coming, they blinked hard, as if to remind her of something.

This is downstairs in his room, not the White House.

Did Vicia come to find her on purpose?

It looks like it's been a long wait.

Every time Wen Lin took a step closer, Vicia's eyes scorched a little, and it landed on Wen Lin, making people want to escape subconsciously.

There are very few people who can make Wen Lin have the idea of ​​running away.

"Your Excellency, can you tell me where have you been?" The more Vicia restrained herself, the colder her expression became.

Wen Lin was walking from the direction of Junpton Palace, she was asking herself knowingly.

Her back tensed instantly, and Wen Lin watched Vicia hesitate to speak, feeling a little guilty in her heart for no reason.

In the subtle silence, Vicia's aura became more and more aggressive. Wen Lin wanted to step back, but she forcibly held back.

Vicia didn't notice her small movements, but took a step forward, and they were even closer.

Up close, you can clearly see the soft fluff on each other's faces, a gesture of intimacy that transcends the boundaries of monarch and minister.

"Returning from Junpton Palace?" The ending was soft and affirmative.

Wen Lin lowered her eyes and did not answer.

Impatiently pinched Wen Lin's chin and lifted it up, Vicia's aura suddenly became fierce, she forced Wen Lin to raise her head and look directly at herself, "Answer me, Your Excellency,"

Warm breaths brushed against her cheeks, and her skin was itchy. Wen Lin avoided it subconsciously, and answered in a gruff voice,

"Yes, from Junpton Palace,"

The vague answer in the voice quickly disappeared in the dark night.

Punish her and conquer her completely.

The thought flashed across Vicia's mind.

Reason finally prevailed, and her fair fingertips slowly rubbed Wen Lin's cheeks, Vicia let go of her hand coldly,

"Your Excellency, this is not an example,"

Staring at the gorse pattern on the edge of the skirt, Wen Lin's chest suddenly heaved a few times, and her clear thoughts gradually broke free from the chaotic and powerless blank.

She hummed and agreed.

Slowly loosening her curled fingers, Wen Lin was silent for a while, and then said actively, "Your Majesty Vicia, I'll take you back to the White House,"

The White House is not too close to where Wen Lin lives. Vicia originally wanted to have a more candid and firm relationship with Wen Lin, but she didn't expect to meet her and Tilia's party in secret.

Perhaps walking together can ease the stiff atmosphere now, Vicia nodded expressionlessly.

Leaving the attendants in place, Visia and Wen Lin stepped into the garden one after the other.

The meticulously manicured gardens are cleverly constructed, with a wide variety of ornamental plants planted in them, and because of the ingenious layout, it does not give a sense of prosperity and clutter.

Looking absent-mindedly at the scenery on both sides, Wen Lin did not notice that Vicia's pace gradually slowed down.

Unsuspectingly, they bumped into Vicia's back, and with a soft cry, the two stopped at the same time.

Turning around and staring meaningfully at Wen Lin's slightly sluggish forehead gesture, Vicia laughed in a low voice, "Your Excellency, why are you so restless and cramped tonight?"

The hazy moonlight carved Vicia's intoxicating face, and Wen Lin's mind was filled with ups and downs again.

She tightened the string called reason in her mind and bluntly denied, "Your Majesty, your delusion,"

After chuckling lightly, Vicia lifted her lips happily and continued to walk forward, but she deliberately slowed down and waited for Wen Lin to catch up.

The royal court was very quiet at this time, the slow sound of water, the rustling of the wind blowing through the leaves, and the steady footsteps of Vicia were clearly heard in the ears.

Rubbing her brows vigorously, Wen Lin closed her eyes and opened them slowly.

The gaze that looked at Vicia again returned to a restrained sobriety and calm.

After striding to catch up and walking side by side with Vicia, Wen Lin took out the white amaranth grass root powder prepared during the day.

"Your Majesty Vicia, a small gift,"

It is a porcelain white oval cake-shaped box, the texture should be some kind of stone, and it feels as warm as jade.

There are no extra ornaments on it, and there is a sense of low-key luxury.