"Your Excellency Wen Lin, it's still daytime,"

Her chest was heaving up and down rapidly, Vichy glanced at Wen Lin, her hoarse voice was already filled with uncontrollable emotion. move.

Raising her hand and pulling Vicia's messy hair aside, Wen Lin kissed Vicia's lips again before she stopped. The warming atmosphere made Wen Lin feel a little dazed and her mouth was dry.

Holding the person tightly again, Wen Lin felt a little satisfied. She closed her eyes restrainedly and whispered, "Your Majesty, I will do nothing."

Last night, Vicia had been tossed enough, Wen Lin stroked the hair that fell on Vicia's waist, calming down a little bit.

Vicia turned her face slightly, and in the corner of the eye caught a glimpse of Wen Lin's sincere and pious eyes, her mind moved slightly.

She asked, "Your Excellency Wen Lin, do you have nothing else to say to me when you drag me in here?"

The indulgent and indulgent tone seemed to give Wen Lin great encouragement. She let go of her hand slightly, raised her head and looked directly at Vicia, and asked dissatisfiedly,

"Your Majesty, why do you want to summon His Highness Latimer into the palace at noon today? If it's just for the sake of reading, it can be at any time. He disturbs our alone time,"

These remarks seemed extremely naive, not at all like what Wen Lin would say.

After a little surprise, Vicia explained with a smile, "The main reason is to see if he respects you sincerely,"

Latimer was instructed by the former red-clothed Archbishop Durham when he first came out of the Forbidden Palace, and insisted on making Wen Lin his mentor. Vicia knew the whole story from the beginning, and it happened that she also had this idea, so it went smoothly. Pushed away and sent the person to Wen Lin's house.

Wen Lin can teach Latimer a lot of different things, and maybe these can break the gap between her and Latimer.

This is also Vicia's test for Latimer. If he can sincerely respect Wen Lin, it will show that Latimer is willing to stand behind him.

Her lover is a woman, and there are some regrets between them that cannot be made up, such as they will never be able to have a child that truly belongs to them, but this does not prevent Vicia from thinking of Wen Lin. Intense deep love.

But a monarch cannot live without an heir, and Latimer is undoubtedly the best candidate. He is still young, and his still-unformed concepts have time to guide and correct them.

Even with Vicia's explanation, Wen Lin still looked a little dissatisfied. She took Vicia's hand and intertwined her fingers.

"No one is allowed to disturb us next time." Wen Lin said angrily.

Obviously it was a momentary anger, and Vicia didn't point it out, and responded according to her meaning, "Okay."

Wen Lin bent her lips, feeling a little embarrassed, but she didn't want to break the intimacy at this time, so she stopped talking and hugged Vicia quietly.

Until she had to leave, Wen Lin insisted on kissing Vicia on the lips before leaving.

Wen Lin, who had left the royal court, restrained the thought of going back, and increased the strength of her whip, the horse neighed and ran towards Atta.

The dark prison was filled with a strong rancid smell, and Wen Lin walked in without changing her face.

From time to time, miserable screams came from the deep darkness, and Hanvers looked coldly at the prisoner who was being tortured. After seeing Wen Lin coming, he handed the sorted confession to Wen Lin.

Quickly flipping through all the confessions, Wen Lin's face gradually sank, and all the confessions attributed the death of Father Carson to Visia.

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And your comments from yesterday, they all just got into my archives? Now it's clearly written so sweetly, how could you be seen as abusive! (No, I didn't save the manuscript, I overestimated myself)

There will indeed be a big abuse point, and the final outcome is he

Chapter 82

Wen Lin's face was a little ugly, and Humphreys said in time,

"These confessions were all spit out after the first round of interrogation. I can't bear to investigate further. Your Excellency will wait a few more days for the follow-up interrogation..."

Any content involving His Majesty Vicia is very sensitive. Originally, Hanvers planned to send these confessions to the royal court tonight, but he didn't expect Wen Lin to come so soon, so he gave her the confessions first. .

"Lord Humphreys, there is no need for further trial. Take them all to the guillotine next to the most lively dock square and execute them."

Wen Lin interrupted Hanvers coldly. The thirty-odd confessions with surprisingly consistent tone already allowed her to conclude that the person behind the scenes was the same person, and that person wanted to lead to misfortune.

Since she can confidently set up so many spies in the Fangtings slum, Wen Lin believes that there will be nothing to do if she continues the trial.

It was just the purpose behind the scenes, but Wen Lin didn't have any definite thoughts.

It is possible to know the old events twenty years ago, and he wants to alienate his relationship with Vicia, what exactly does he want to do?

Wen Lin was never one to sit still. It was her counterattack to execute all the undercover detectives in full view.

Brightly told the people in the dark that she saw through his sinister intentions.

Throwing all the confessions into the brazier, Wen Lin looked at Hanvers and said quietly, "Your Excellency, there is no need to report these matters to Your Majesty Vicia."

"This..." Hanvers hesitated.

Seeing this, Wen Lin continued, "It won't be too late to report back until something is found out."

The Fangtings ghetto was originally a parish under the jurisdiction of Wen Lin, and it was not too much for her to make this request.

Hanvers thought for a moment, and then said strangely, "It's just your Excellency, the prisoners have been executed, how can we investigate?"

A sneer flashed across her eyes, and the dark yellow fire in Tate Tower illuminated Wen Lin's side face of unknown meaning. She lowered her eyes slightly, covering the deep chill in her eyes.

"Mr. Humphreys, perhaps you should pay attention to the reaction of the major nobles after the prisoner was executed, and check whether they were involved with the Sutherland family who treasoned the country twenty-two years ago."