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"While I am a monarch, I am also a woman. I am not born to be a viper and scorpion full of resentment. I will cry, laugh, hurt, and grieve..."
"The position under me determines that I will fight for the Golan for the rest of my life. It is my lifelong mission to lead it to glory and immortality, even if it is full of emptiness, ignorance, decay, and blood. This process is long and arduous, and I am destined to suffer countless People's scolding and betrayal, but I never thought you were among those people,"
"Your Excellency, I appreciate your talent, your talent, I give you trust, give you tolerance, and never be stingy. I long for you to move forward with me. Maybe sometimes I am not honest with you, but I have never been stingy. Take back the hand that I held out to you, even at this moment,"
The air fell into silence again, and the eyes of the two were intertwined in the air, colliding and inseparable.
She can always use blameless reasons to refute herself, to convince herself, and even to deceive herself.
Wen Lin's hands loosened for a moment, she leaned down suddenly, her fingers slid behind Vicia's eyes and behind her ears, almost without any hesitation, covered those two thin lips.
Strong, fast, and without the slightest retreat.
It seems to be venting, and it seems like a madness that is willing to indulge.
Repeatedly grinding between the lips and teeth, from the soft outline to the out-of-control grinding, like a wind and snow, and like a flame, the sweetness and bitterness spread on the tip of the tongue together.
Confused breathing, unspeakable chaos.
The ends of the eyes are red, and the tip of the tongue
There was a sharp pain, and Wen Lin pulled away abruptly.
Vicia is panting lowly, her eyes are blurred with water, and there are traces of being swept on her slightly swollen lips.
Wen Lin lowered her head again, smoothing the strands of hair gently and meticulously. She looked at Vicia's dark eyes, which were deep and without a trace of light.
"Your Majesty Vicia, I don't resist this ambiguous trick, but you have to give me something to convince me,"
Slap ~ a crisp slap in the face.
The smell of blood between her lips and teeth suddenly became heavier. Wen Lin was beaten and turned her head away. She licked her lips and sneered abruptly.
The pain and short-term suffocation caused by the arrow wound made Visia feel dizzy. She closed her eyes with complicated emotions, and did not want to look at Wen Lin any more, and said coldly, "Your Excellency, go out,"
Her eyes stayed on Vicia's face for a short time, and Wen Lin turned to open the door, motioned for Mrs. Yaz to come in to take care of her, and strode out of the White House.
The palm prints on Wen Lin's face were obvious, Mrs. Yaz's throat moved, and her eyes narrowed.
Holding the long knife, Wen Lin walked out of the White House, not knowing where she was going for a while.
She walked aimlessly to the outermost battlement, looking at the dark outline of the building under the night.
A day later, there will be a fierce battle in the Royal Court Square.
Vicia had never mentioned anything to Wen Lin, she didn't know how strong the two sides were and what the odds were.
The wind hovering on the rough city wall shook out a little worried, and then thinking of Francis' confident appearance, Wen Lin shook her head mockingly.
Turning around, Wen Lin looked around at the splendid castle behind her. As the queen's residence, Wehmint Castle has multiple curtain walls, and there are tall arrow towers inside and outside the castle. It is often a well-equipped castle. In the case of disparity in strength, it can block the enemy for several months.
Besides, the Sax family has already entered the game, and Ivishia's drastic means should not give them a chance to counterattack.
Her fingers slowly rubbed along the crisscrossing stone patterns on the stone surface, Wen Lin thought in a mess, and stood on the battlement with the cold night wind until the middle of the night.
To Wen Lin's surprise, Mrs. Yaz came over.
With Vicia's cloak in her hand, she climbed the battlement and draped the cloak over Wen Lin's shoulders,
"Your Majesty Wen Lin, no matter what happened between you and His Majesty, you should go back to rest,"
The repressed atmosphere in the royal court was not relaxed because of Visia's sobriety. Instead, news of His Majesty's death came out. Yaz knew that something bloody and sinful would soon happen.
And Wen Lin is Vicia's guarantee before she recovers completely. Even if Vihia doesn't mention it, Yaz will come to her.
From Yaz's point of view, Wen Lin was like a bow ready to go. She couldn't see sleepiness on her face, as if she was always in a state of energy.
But how could people not need to rest? Mrs. Yaz was a little worried. She always felt that Wen Lin might collapse at some point without warning.
Wanting to say no, Wen Lin didn't want to go back to the White House for the time being, she felt depressed.
"Miss Wenlin, it was Her Majesty Vicia who asked me to come to you. You have experienced her stubbornness."
As if he had anticipated Wen Lin's reaction, Yaz moved Visia out.
Confused and helpless, the cloak seemed to be still warm, Wen Lin lowered her eyes and said, "Let's go,"
After returning to the White House, Mrs. Yaz did not enter Visia's bedroom with Wen Lin.
There were only two people left in the huge room.
Vicia was half sitting on the bed, the dim light poured down and shrouded her face, and the pair of blue eyes that looked over seemed to be the same as before.
Calm, undisturbed, without a trace of other emotions.
As if nothing had happened between them, she didn't even look at Wen Lin for a moment, she quietly flipped through the book in her hand, as if there was no Wen Lin in the room.
Wen Lin just stood at the door without approaching. After a long silence, just when Wen Lin was about to leave.
A familiar, steady voice rang out, "Your Excellency, what is your relationship with Bishop Lucches? Ordinary friends, or even more intimate friends?"
For a few breaths, Wen Lin didn't understand why Vicia mentioned Lucches at this moment.
She didn't hide her surprise and said, "Ordinary friend,"
Putting down the book in her hand, Vicia's lips curled into a very shallow smile, with a hint of scrutiny,