"Who?" was Mrs Warmin's voice.

"I," Wen Lin walked to the candlestick and lit the candle.

Wen Lin covered up the surprise in her heart, that Mrs. Wormien was actually in Tilia's room, and they were still sleeping on the same bed.

Turning her back, Wen Linjing waited for them to get dressed, "I want to ask about the Holy See's trial,"

Wen Lin didn't know much about the Holy See trial. She only heard Elbo say when she was at sea that the last monarch of Golan was deprived of her religious status after the Holy See trial, and was finally forced to confess her bare feet in the ice and snow. Three days.

Tilia came from behind with a hoarse voice, "If Vicia cannot get the support of the vast majority of Catholics in the Golan in the Holy See trial, it means that the Golan will fall into turmoil and division again. in the flames of war, and she may very well follow the path of her mother, a beheaded monarch,"

Continuing to ask about every detail about the Holy See's trial, Wen Lin silently wrote it down in her heart.

After getting all the answers, she was about to leave, and Mrs. Wormien suddenly made a sound, like a warning,

"Your Excellency, are you too intimate with Queen Vicia, beware of playing with fire and setting yourself on fire,"

During this time, Wen Lin's actions in Golan have been heard by Wormeen, and Queen Visia's attitude is even more intriguing. She seems to be deliberately preventing Wen Lin from contacting herself.

Wen Lin didn't pause at all, she turned out the window and landed lightly on the path beside the bushes.

"Too intimate?"

With a snort of unknown meaning, Wen Lin walked towards the White House.

Seeing Wen Lin coming in, Mrs. Yaz got up and was about to leave, but was stopped by Wen Lin, she said lightly,

"Ma'am, Your Majesty Vicia is awake, it is more appropriate for you to take care of her next,"

Wen Lin went to the corner by the window and didn't say a word after she stepped forward to check the temperature on Vicia's forehead and changed her medicine again.

Surprised by the news that Vicia was awake, and Wen Lin's always cold and restrained appearance, Yaz didn't notice anything unusual about Wen Lin.

Opening the window to a small gap, Wen Lin deliberately did not look at Vicia on the bed, and convinced herself in her heart that she was staying here just because she had not yet passed the dangerous period.

The wind slipped in quietly along the edge of the bed, rolled up the dull atmosphere in the room, and inadvertently brought the cold fragrance from Visia to Wen Lin's nose.

My heart was stuffy, and after smelling this fragrance, suddenly rolled in lungs.

Wen Lin simply closed her eyes and leaned against the wall to sleep lightly, trying to calm down the soreness slowly.

In the White House, almost everyone's heart was heavy, and an anxious atmosphere enveloped them.

The ministers who were under house arrest in the White House by Francis were even more eager to know the situation of Queen Vicia, whether she was dead or alive.

Whether or not the dangerous storm will once again involve the capital in the whirlpool of conspiracy.

The faces of the Queen's supporters and opponents contain the emotions that everyone will show when they are excited, or excited, or fearful, or nervous, or expect...

No one knows who will belong to the supreme throne in a few days.

It was hard until the early morning, when the locked door was abruptly opened, and the guards told the ministers expressionlessly that they could leave the royal court.

Surprise or surprise, but to the disappointment of the ministers, they still did not get any definite news after walking out of the White House.

They subconsciously looked for the figure of Francis, the regent, but found nothing.

At this time, Francis was in Vicia's bedroom, and the queen was wearing a soft cloak, which tightly covered her wound.

She leaned on the soft pillow, with some documents and information in front of her. The serious injury made her face paler, but her thinned cheeks showed a sharper coldness.

Expanding one of the pieces of information, Vicia looked at Francis and said softly, "Go pick up Latimer, just like you picked me up back then,"

"Your Majesty, what do you want to do?"

As soon as the words came out, Francis had a moment of regret, his tone should be more subtle, not so tough.

With a faint smile, Vicia didn't take it seriously, "The only bloodline left by my brother who died young, since I didn't have the heart to kill him back then, let him be involved in the conspiracy of the capital together. Imprisonment should not be the destination of the gorse bloodline,"

Francis quickly realized Vicia's intentions, and he stubbornly said, "The news that the Queen is dying from my mouth is equally credible,"

Shaking her head gently, Wei Shiya's eyes fell on Wen Lin, and she sighed, "No, it's not tempting enough, I don't just want them to raise a knife to Wang Ting, I want them to be in Wang Ting. Foreigners confessed to treason,"

If Vicia dies, Latimer is first in line in the legal sense.

Vicia coughed twice, she suddenly clenched one side of the paper, and said solemnly,

"The Sax family, whose conscience has long been blinded by ambition, will never endure Latimer's ascension to the throne, even if it is only a tiny possibility,"

Vicia's icy expression revealed a chilling coldness.

Francis narrowed his eyes slightly, and bowed down respectfully while pondering.

The cold and hard aura disappeared the moment Francis closed the door, Vicia closed her eyes and hissed very lightly.

Mrs. Yaz's eyes were wet, and she gently wiped the cold sweat from the pain on Vichy's face with a cotton cloth.

Wen Lin has been standing in the corner, like a mass of air without any sense of existence, quietly watching everything that happened in the bedroom.

Wrinkling between her brows, Vicia has been keenly aware of Wen Lin's deliberately alienating attitude since she woke up.

She knew she couldn't hide it from Wen Lin, but she didn't expect Wen Lin to know so quickly.

Rubbing her wrist, Visia signaled Mrs. Yaz to step back first.

The overly calm expression made Visiah unable to guess what Wen Lin was thinking, whether it was anger, resentment, blame...or something else.