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In the hazy night, something seemed to get into his chest, and there was a slight but long pain.
Walking into the deeper and darker shadows, the light was getting farther and farther away from her, but Wen Lin felt lighter.
She found a tall tree to lean against, and her whole body was hidden in the dark shade. Wen Lin's clenched eyebrows never loosened.
Inadvertently glanced over the cascading branches and leaves, there seemed to be a faint flame burning there.
There is a long distance from the main building of the castle, and there is a row of trees in the middle. It's so late, who will be there?
Wen Lin suddenly became vigilant and approached cautiously.
The beating flame clearly reflected the side face of Vicia with a little sadness. She was sitting on the grass with her knees bent, her skirt spread out like petals.
In front of her is a small grave.
Wen Lin hesitated for a long time, but walked out of the woods that covered her.
Under the astonished gaze of Vicia, Wen Lin slowly approached her, her face without emotional ups and downs looked a little grim under the weak firelight.
She squatted down and looked at Vicia, "Your Majesty Vicia, I'm sorry for saying such stupid and ignorant words,"
Seeing Wen Lin who was so close to her, Vicia's face changed slightly, she quickly restrained her emotions, and her deep facial features spread out the estranged majesty,
She smiled lightly, "Your Excellency Wen Lin, many people have thoughts like yours. If it's a last resort, I don't mind using my body as a weapon for Golan's sake, but Robert or all the mediocre people with high self-esteem. , was never worth my compromise,"
Her breathing stagnated for a moment, and Wen Lin was engulfed by surging shame.
She lowered her head, slowed her breathing, and said firmly, "Your Majesty, I will not let that day appear unless I die,"
Vicia didn't answer, she stretched out her hand to hook Wen Lin's chin and lifted it up.
"Your Excellency, are you promising your fragile moral sense?"
Vicia's blue eyes seem to be filled with countless twinkling stars, whether it is full of laughter, sadness, or anger, it is hard to deny that it contains breathtaking beauty.
Wen Lin opened her lips, wanting to deny it, but the cold fingertips first landed on the corner of her lips,
"I am the monarch of the Golan, the whole Golan is mine, and you will be mine. I don't need anyone's mercy and alms, I don't need the church, I don't need the Sistine, and I don't need you,"
The plain statement, but revealed a arrogant domineering, every word is loud and clear.
Wen Lin's heart skipped a beat, she had to admit that maybe she never saw Vicia clearly.
Hesitantly, "Your Majesty, I just want to tell you that I sincerely apologize to you,"
A few strands of hair hung down and swayed gently in the narrow gap between the two. After looking at each other for a long time, Vicia released her hand.
She stood up and took a few steps to the other side, her skirt sagging in a careless arc in the air.
The smiling face has disappeared, half of it is reflected in the firelight, and the other half is dormant in the shadows. It is as quiet as a statue outside the church door, only majestic.
After standing up, Wen Lin silently stood by, and inadvertently she saw the stone placed in front of the small grave, with a name engraved on the stone - Bonnie.
Turning his head, he thought for a moment.
Queen Bonnie died of treason, and according to Golan law, her body should have been hung on the Brenzi Bridge to be eaten by goshawks.
Who would have thought that he was buried here.
In order to secure the throne, Vicia can only draw a clear line with the former traitor on the bright side, and she can't even mention it.
Even if it was her mother.
Wen Lin's mood suddenly became a little complicated, she was also a descendant of a traitor.
If the previous speculation is true, then he is the daughter of Harald and Gunneville.
This status represents an unshirkable family responsibility and a completely hostile position with Vicia.
unless……
When Wen Lin was staring at the grave bag, Vicia turned her attention back to her.
The lips were pursed shallowly, and the clear outlines showed an unpredictable indifference, and there was a deep meaning in the bottom of Vicia's eyes,
"Here lies my mother, the former Queen Bonnie,"
Unexpectedly meeting Vicia's scrutiny eyes, Wen Lin didn't hesitate and replied subconsciously, "She must be a very good mother,"
This was an answer that surprised Vicia.
The night wind blew the long hair on the shoulders, Vicia raised her eyebrows slightly, and suddenly showed a little interest, she pointed out straightforwardly,
"Your Excellency Wen Lin, she is a treasonous sinner,"
There were shallow folds in the bottom of her heart, and Wen Lin suddenly took two steps towards Vicia.
"Your Majesty, who knows what the truth was back then? Is he really a sinner of treason when he is charged with treason?"
"Oh, that's what Your Excellency thinks," Vicia turned sideways, avoiding Wen Lin's direct gaze, and no one could see the tenderness that suddenly appeared in her eyes.
Rubbing the back of her cold hand, Vicia walked back unhurriedly, and Wen Lin followed by her side.
The memory that was so far away was about to be blurred, and Wen Lin was able to get a glimpse of it along with Vicia's narration.
"My mother was a knowledgeable woman, who was merciful and merciful, sympathetic to the poor slaves, and gave her property to the poor,"
"In my childhood memory, no one in Wang Ting disliked her, they praised her as the wisest queen,"
"But my mother made a mistake, the deadliest mistake of her life, of giving birth to me without
is a boy,"
"The king who had no male heir quickly lost his love for my mother, and he united with the Holy See to make her a sinner of treason,"
"Soon the king had a new queen, but the funny thing is that although the new queen gave birth to a male heir, she died of a serious illness,"