Smile, nod.

Out of the corner of the eye, when Wen Lin was about to take the letter, Vicia narrowed her eyes and picked up the letter first.

The author has something to say: Wei: I just want to see you (and miss you)

Wen: Then I deliver it to the door myself?

Chapter 78

There was silence in the car, Wen Lin's bending movement stopped in mid-air, her eyes touched Vicia, revealing the meaning of inquiry.

"Your Excellency Wen Lin, leave the letter," the swaying light and shadow plated from the tips of Vicia's pale golden hair to the ends of her slightly curved eyes, smiling lightly and calmly.

"why?"

After a moment of doubt, Wen Lin is not a person who tends to follow the rules. She will probably open the letter ahead of time because she is looking for clues about the cause of Father Carson's death.

Wei Shiya hesitated for a long time, Wen Lin noticed that she had some tangled eyes, and asked seriously,

"Does your Majesty know what is written in this letter? Don't want me to know?"

Unexpectedly, Wen Lin's question was very direct, Vicia looked at her straightforward puzzled expression, and had no doubt that she had something to do with Father Carson's death.

With a faint smile on the corners of her lips, Vicia said warmly, "No matter what Father Carson wrote, I don't want Your Excellency to open this letter now,"

Seeing Wen Lin's brows slightly raised, she suddenly approached, Vicia subconsciously clenched the letter in her hand, slightly nervous.

A faint fragrance shrouded in shadows, a cool kiss fell on Visia's forehead, Wen Lin coughed lightly,

"If that's the case, then as Your Majesty wishes,"

Wen Lin's eyes looked extraordinarily deep under the firelight, as if there were thousands of precipitous ravines hidden deep in them.

The heart under the ribs trembled uncontrollably, Visia's eyes deepened, she stroked the back of Wen Lin's neck, and pressed her to herself.

The two thin red lips kept approaching in the thick and ambiguous breath, Wen Lin's throat tightened, and the moment her lips touched, she pulled away.

"Your Majesty, it's time for me to go to the monastery," Wen Lin lowered her eyes with a teasing smile on her lips.

As soon as he finished speaking, he quickly got off the carriage.

Vicia was stunned for a long time, and pressed her fingers to her lips, the mushy. The soft warmth still seemed to linger on his lips.

After swallowing very slowly, Vicia opened the car window and watched Wen Lin's back disappear completely into the night, and then ordered the carriage to drive back to the royal court.

Hanvers was looking at the last group of people to be sent away, when he saw Wen Lin approaching with a smirk.

After rubbing his eyes several times, Hanvers was sure that he had read it right. Is this still the majestic and dignified Lord Wen Lin during the day? Why is she laughing so strangely? Under the swaying firelight, Wen Lin looked a little weird when she laughed alone.

After a distance, Hanvers shouted, "Your Excellency Wen Lin,"

Immediately, Wen Lin came back to her senses, and instantly restrained her excess emotions and returned to her indifferent look.

Humphreys, who witnessed Wen Lin's entire face-changing process, showed a slightly surprised smile.

Waiting for Wen Lin to approach, she asked casually, "Have Your Excellency Wen Lin found anything to be happy about?"

Glancing at Hanvers, Wen Lin said without any emotion, "No,"

Showing that he didn't want to say anything, Humphreys smiled indifferently, patted the dust off his arms, and turned to the current situation in the Fangtings ghetto.

All the residents whose identities have been verified have been transferred to the manor in the suburbs, and more than 200 people with unknown origins have been left behind. When talking about the people who were left behind, Humphston paused, a rare Bringing personal emotions, showing obvious taboos and dislikes.

They may be fugitives from their own country, or they may be unscrupulous people who have flowed in from other countries. They are an important incentive to aggravate the chaos and unrest of the poor in Fangtings.

Such a group of people is difficult to subdue, and even if they relied on power to obtain their short-term obedience, it is difficult to guarantee that there will be no hidden dangers in the future.

Hanvers' concerns were exactly what Wen Lin was worried about. She turned her head and asked in a low voice, "Have the twenty or so people who escaped before been caught?"

"Two or three escaped, and the remaining nineteen who were caught have been locked up in the Atta Tower,"

Just as Wen Lin was thinking about what to do with the rest of the people, they lost their patience and began to roar rudely and impatiently.

"Since you won't take us out, let us go,"

"That is, what does it mean to keep us hanging here?"

"Get out of the way, get out of the way, and say anything that will help us, it really is a shameless and hypocritical aristocratic style,"

"..."

Among the noisy roars, there was no lack of obscene insults. After Wen Lin heard it, she frowned lightly and walked towards the solid crowd surrounded by guards.

"You still have a chance to confess. As long as you are not the most wicked, I am willing to give you forgiveness and a chance to leave here and start over."

As soon as Wen Lin approached, the noisy discussion subsided.

Compared with the daytime, her expression and tone are much colder at this time, and when you meet her eyes, you will unconsciously feel a strong sense of fear in your heart.

There were a few villains who were used to bullying others by relying on their good skills, exchanged glances with each other, and lowered their heads while spitting.

She is obviously a woman, why do you feel scared just by looking at her?

As soon as Wen Lin said these words, they immediately started to get restless again, "Why should we trust you?"

With a chuckle, Wen Lin's words were piercingly cold, "Do you have any other options?"

Wen Lin will never abuse her sense of morality. It is extremely stupid to be soft-hearted in the face of evil people.

The remaining group of people, in terms of physique and clothing, are much better than the others before. As for the reason, it is nothing more than the pickle method of bullying and robbing other people or people who are related to the assassination of Father Carson.