She looked at Wen Lin, restrained her vigor just now, and slowly approached her.

Francis followed behind Vicia, trying to stop her, but Vicia walked very firmly, step by step, and soon came to Wen Lin.

She raised her hand and brushed the wet long hair on Wen Lin's face, revealing a strangely pale complexion that was completely exposed in Visia's eyes, her tightly knitted brows looking a little weak and tired.

Wen Lin looked at Vicia, her eyes were empty, and she was quiet.

Approaching, Vicia smelled the strong alcohol smell that was hard to ignore on Wen Lin.

She looked very embarrassed, her long hair was sticking to her neck in a disorderly manner, her robe was wrinkled and folded, and even the silk thread on her neckline was broken. When she lowered her head a little, Vicia could see Wen Lin's beautiful collarbone. soft ravines below.

Taking a breath, Vicia quickly looked away, and took off her long cloak around Wen Lin.

When her hand touched Wen Lin's skin, it was icy cold, without the warmth of a living person at all.

The sharp long eyebrows were tightly folded, and Visiah immediately called the maid over, "Go to the castle immediately, prepare hot water and clothes,"

I don't know how long Wen Lin had been soaking in the river, Vicia had mixed feelings in her heart.

The river water in this season is freezing to the bone, and there is a method of torture in Yate Tower, which is to strip the prisoners naked and throw them into the icy river water.

Long-term hypothermia will make prisoners feel the fear of dying, and prisoners who often refuse to confess will often become cold corpses if they can't last in the water for a night.

"Your Excellency Wen Lin, are you drunk?" Vicia asked with a frown.

Wen Lin's silent reaction was strange, but Qingming's eyes didn't look like she was drunk.

Still no response.

Reaching out her hand to her forehead and rubbing it calmly, Vicia sighed in a low voice and simply grabbed Wen Lin's wrist and pulled her towards the castle.

The clammy and grateful Visia shivered a bit, but she didn't let go of her strength at all. She could clearly feel that Wen Lin's movements were very stiff.

"Francis, you go back first, I'll stay at Ampton Palace tonight,"

Francis, who followed behind, glared at Wen Lin angrily. Whenever she was mentioned, the queen would always become stubborn and would not listen to any advice.

"Just a pirate," Francis strode toward the carriage, reluctantly comforting himself.

The castle, which has completed preliminary repairs, still smells of damp decay.

Vicia dragged Wen Lin straight to the room on the second floor, where a fire was already lit on the fireplace.

The wood is crackling and burning, spreading the aroma of dry, warm pine.

Signaling the maids to stop outside the door, Vicia closed the door, dragged Wen Lin to the warm fireplace, and threw her a large piece of clean cotton cloth.

"Change clothes,"

Even if it is caring, it is still a gesture of command.

The water dripped down the wet robe, and soon a cloud of water appeared on the ground.

Seeing the beating flames, Wen Lin rolled her eyes, her cold body became soft, she picked up the cotton cloth to dry her face and hair.

Seeing Wen Lin starting to cooperate, Vicia slowly spread out her flexed fingers. If Wen Lin didn't cooperate, she really didn't know what to do.

But Wen Lin obviously didn't want to cooperate all the time. After wiping her face and hair, she continued to look at the flames.

The few patience was quickly exhausted, Vicia stroked Wen Lin's shoulder, her voice restrained, "Your Excellency Wen Lin, why don't you change your clothes?"

Looking back coldly, Wen Lin replied sternly, "You go out,"

Her expression was sluggish for a moment, and Wen Lin's sudden cold and tough attitude caught Visia off guard. Small cracks began to appear in her calm expression. She quickly turned around and walked out.

The maids outside looked at Vicia and rushed out with an ugly expression, and they stepped forward to ask if something happened.

Quickly regaining her elegant demeanor, Vicia shook her head and turned to the maids to prepare the sober soup.

Standing just outside the door, Vicia lowered her eyes, not knowing what she was thinking.

The maids who were guarding the door together looked at each other in dismay. The queen seldom became so rude in front of them. They bowed their heads tacitly, and at the same time re-evaluated Wen Lin's position in Vicia's heart.

Estimating the time, Vicia pushed open the door.

Wen Lin raised her eyes following the voice at the same time, and their eyes collided in the air.

"Your Majesty," Wen Lin spoke first, her voice a little hoarse.

"Your Excellency, the hot water is ready, it's time for you to take a bath," Vicia leaned against the door frame, her face expressionless and indifferent.

Holding the long knife and standing up, Wen Lin walked up to Vicia with a look, staring at her without blinking.

Wen Lin was slender and taller than Vicia, and the nightgown originally prepared for the queen was a little short on her.

Not knowing how to react for a while, Vicia stared at her in a daze, her forehead was full, her nose was not as tall as a Golan, her black hair was soft on her shoulders, and her black eyes were warm and pitch-black. , without the slightest edge, like a defenseless cub.

And her actions at this time seemed to show her intimacy to herself.

The hot breath and the smell of alcohol fanned her cheeks, Vichy's eyelids trembled, and she leaned back slightly, not deliberately, "Take Your Excellency Wen Lin to the bathroom,"

"Your Excellency Wen Lin, please come with me,"

The maid bent her knees slightly, took two steps forward, spread her hands to one side, and gestured to Wen Lin.

Wen Lin glanced sideways, still standing in front of Vicia, motionless.

The atmosphere was suddenly a little weird, Visia looked at her, and didn't move for a while.

Wen Lin stared at her intently, without any intention of leaving. In the stalemate, Vicia had to compromise, "Come with me,"

The unruly Wen Lin made Visia a little irritated and annoyed. She didn't notice that Wen Lin, who was following behind her, stumbled a little.

Suddenly, an icy palm stretched out from behind and firmly grasped Vicia's hand.