"Your Excellency Wen Lin, isn't it funny?"

From beginning to end, Vicia's tone was indifferent, neither resentment nor hatred could be heard.

But these are obviously hatred deep into the bone marrow.

Leaning beside Vicia, Wen Lin reached out and held her hand, warm and cold.

The eyes of the two met, and it was an irresistible concern and warmth.

"Your Majesty, Queen Bonnie is not at fault, let alone your fault, you will be a very good monarch,"

Wen Lin didn't know how to comfort her, and her words were dry.

Ha~ With a casual chuckle, Vicia did not withdraw her hand, and the dull atmosphere between the two seemed to ease a little.

After a brief silence, Vicia mentioned Gunneville unintentionally, she turned her head, her dark eyes wandered over Wen Lin's face,

"My mother's teacher, Mrs. Gunneville, she has a very similar appearance to you, and she is also an oriental,"

The heartbeat suddenly accelerated, Wen Lin raised her lips very slowly, a nonchalant smile,

"Your Majesty Vicia, it's my honor to be similar to your mother's teacher,"

"She also has a daughter, my memory of her is very vague, I only remember that when the Duke of Sutherland and Mrs. Gunneville came to rescue my mother, they were betrayed and my mother was beheaded. The Duke of Sutherland Buried in the sea with the Duchess, and the only heir of the Wen Lin family is missing,"

The meaning of scrutiny has not weakened in the slightest. Like a beast whose claws have been sharpened, Vicia wants to force Wen Lin into a cramped space that cannot be escaped step by step.

Feeling the pressure that slowly spread, Wen Lin couldn't help but increase her strength.

Vicia made a slight "hiss".

She suddenly smiled softly, "Your Excellency Wen Lin, you're nervous again,"

With Vicia's movements, a faint cold fragrance poured into her nose. Wen Lin looked at Vicia, who showed a gentle side, and her sense of vigilance suddenly became stronger.

She turned her head calmly, and said faintly, "Your Majesty suspects that I am Mrs. Gunneville's child? But unfortunately, there shouldn't be such a coincidence in the world,"

Wen Lin's breath was calm and her expression was indifferent, Vicia slowly retracted the scrutiny that fell on her face, and she said in a low voice whether she was disappointed or thankful,

"Yeah, there is no such coincidence in the world,"

After that, no one spoke, and all the way back to the castle silently.

Wen Lin sent Vicia to the door. Just before Vicia was about to close the door, Wen Lin suddenly asked,

"Your Majesty, if I were really your mother's teacher's daughter, would you kill me for treason?"

The spacious corridor was empty, and when Wen Lin asked this question, it seemed that the wind had stopped.

"Your Excellency, don't try to go beyond the bottom line of my condoning you,"

The bottom of her eyes was the usual silence, and she did not have any other emotions because of Wen Lin's sudden question.

Standing at the door for a while, Wen Lin looked at the closed door and couldn't tell the meaning of Vicia's words for a while.

He absentmindedly followed the maid who appeared out of nowhere and returned to the sleeping room.

Wen Lin buried herself in the quilt, digesting the huge amount of information that day.

It seems that Vicia has no deep hostility to the Sutherland family, which is a good thing in every way.

As well as her own background, Wen Lin's breathing gradually increased.

Wen Lin's emotions are very complicated for her parents who have never met. She always thought she was a fatherless mother.

orphan

Wen Lin in this world has almost no memory of her parents. According to the timeline, Wen Lin should have been only two years old when they died.

It was finally confirmed that Wen Lin was still more inclined to escape.

She pulled the quilt over her head and turned to thinking about the assassination.

Those who were chasing him seemed to be overflowing with cold and murderous aura. When they approached, Wen Lin could judge that those people had a lot of lives on them.

Who is the one?

Holy See? Old nobles against Vicia?

After thinking about it, Vicia couldn't think of anyone who would spend so much money on herself.

Her head was a little dizzy, Wen Lin simply closed her eyes and waited to fall asleep.

A good night's sleep.

With the soft sunshine the next day, Wen Lin opened her eyes, and after a simple wash, she walked to the main hall.

On the long table, there is only one breakfast for himself.

Wen Lin asked casually, "Where's Your Majesty Vicia?"

Wen Lin asked very naturally, not noticing the slight change in the maid's expression.

Yesterday, the intimate behavior of Wen Lin and Vicia had spread among the maids. Some of them hadn't seen it with their own eyes. No matter what others described, they couldn't believe it.

And Wen Lin's casual intimacy now seems to prove that what they said is true.

Queen Vicia has never had more intimate contact with any man since she learned that Lord Robert was married.

She seemed determined to keep a certain distance from everyone except the servants.

The church often praises the holiness of the queen for this.

Even if Wen Lin was a woman, it was enough to surprise the servants, so their attitude towards Wen Lin became more respectful and thoughtful.

"Your Majesty Wen Lin, Her Majesty Vicia has already returned to the palace. The carriage has been prepared in the castle for you to leave,"

Nodding, indicating that he understands, and solve the breakfast

Afterwards, Wen Lin did not forget to thank her.

Under the scorching gazes of everyone, Wen Lin felt a little bit of a burden. She held the long sword and got into the carriage with an elegant attitude.

Gently and politely instructed the coachman, "Go to the port of Port Royal,"

Sitting upright in the carriage, the stalwart castle gradually faded away in sight.

Thinking of everything that happened with Vicia, complicated emotions came, but Wen Lin had obviously begun to adapt and accept it.