The last chapter came out alone, and I don't know if there will be a list next week, because it doesn't matter if it is locked or not, I will solve it slowly ~ strive to keep the most original scumbags.

Explain, Wen Lin is not floating, but attracting firepower! The contradiction between kingship and nobility is difficult to reconcile, and there must be someone to charge during the game!

Chapter 93

The faint candlelight flickered in Wen Lin's eyes.

The aristocrats were speechless in shock, their faces turned blue and white, and they sneered in shock and anger.

"Your Excellency Wen Lin is too arrogant. Do you think that you alone can help His Majesty control the entire Golan? Do you think that you can stand forever with your temporary favor?"

Which of the great nobles in the royal city does not rely on a firm covenant to gain a firm foothold in the change of thrones, alone for the royal family to drive, will rarely end well in the end.

Wen Lin did not answer them, her silent expression was mixed with pity that no one could understand. She tilted her head to look at the deep sky, her eyes seemed to have crossed time and fell on the pulse of historical development.

"I'm different from you," Wen Lin said coldly and firmly.

Turning her gaze back to everyone, Wen Lin continued with a smile, "Everyone, Your Majesty has already given you more than you originally had. I believe your choice will not disappoint me."

Wen Lin's tone was calm, as if sitting in front of her were not the royal city nobles who were condensing into a huge force, but just a few insignificant pebbles.

After that, Wen Lin turned around and left.

The people in the hall were very angry, and at the same time they were frightened. Obviously, Wen Lin seemed to have given them leeway when discussing cooperation with them before. Who would have thought of the attitude of Your Excellency Wen Lin when it comes to the decree issued by His Majesty? become so tough.

Wen Lin is right, they are earning more now than before, and in the long run, it will continue to increase.

But the royal family earns a lot more than them. If this trend continues, they will be overwhelmed by the king's power. They are not willing to do so.

The Star Chamber Court Justice Joberts was the only Privy Council minister who appeared here. Without saying a word, he suddenly clapped the table and stood up, and said loudly towards Wen Lin who was leaving,

"Your Excellency Wen Lin, aren't you afraid that we will die with you?"

Joberts' words restored a little confidence to the faces of the nobles. Yes, Wen Lin is only one person, can she handle everything by herself?

Obviously Wen Lin disappointed them. Wen Lin didn't stop for a moment and walked out of the manor directly.

Brown, who was waiting at a short distance, immediately followed Wen Lin's footsteps and asked her worriedly,

"Your Majesty Wen Lin, without the cooperation of the nobles, your Majesty's decree would be difficult to continue."

Wen Lin didn't move her brows, she just said lightly, "Mr. Brown, no, driven by sufficient interests, their alliance is vulnerable."

Step by step, Wen Lin stepped on the stagnant water, her whole body was surrounded by a heavy cloak, her brows and eyes seemed to be soaked with the chill of the wind and snow, like a sharp knife in her hand.

Even if it is not sheathed, it can give people a shock.

Standing quietly by the River Thame for a while, Wen Lin thought deeply about her next plan. She didn't trust Tilia, nor did she trust Tilia's two-year deadline. The threat of the Holy Court was always hanging in the air. on the neck.

And who the hell killed Father Carson? In the end, Wen Lin breathed a sigh of relief and firmed up her thoughts again.

There was surging foam on the river, Wen Lin kicked off a stone and was about to return to the royal court, while Brown was about to return to the mansion to prepare for tomorrow's shop inspection.

Wen Lin's original three stores have expanded to twenty-three stores, and they sell a wide variety of goods. They will be new every two weeks, and every time a new product arrives, it will be snapped up.

Prices also vary, such as bread, milk, and the most basic styles of clothing and tools, all of which are lower than the market price. Take soap as an example. The cheapest soap has only two copper coins, and the family coat of arms is specially engraved. Or add essential oils or flowers, plus unique packaging, the most expensive can be sold for five silver coins.

The nobles who love to show their status everywhere have always bought expensive ones.

Brown had counted Wen Lin's earnings in all aspects, not counting the food that could be produced this year. These stores alone had accumulated a fortune that made people jealous.

Only Brown knew that most of the money was sent to the royal court by Wen Lin.

In the capital city, the waves are treacherous, combined with Wen Lin's increasingly public attitude recently, Brown accelerated the pace of returning to the mansion, vaguely feeling as if something major was going to happen.

After separating from Brown, Wen Lin quickly entered the royal court.

The candles flickered in the White House, casting a light halo on the clear-textured floor. The corridor was long and wide. Wen Lin hurried to the bedroom door, and stopped just before she was about to knock on the door.

Looking at the sky, it was getting late, Wen Lin took a breath and opened the door very gently.

Surprisingly, Vicia hadn't rested yet, she was lying in front of the desk writing something, and a stack of tall documents was already piled up on the side of her hand.

Wen Lin approached, picked up the top document and glanced at it. It was a new motion proposed by the congressman, which was quite aimed at her.

I don't know how many such proposals have been pressed, it seems that the nobles have jointly put pressure on Visia.

Seeing Wen Lin's worried expression, Vicia stretched out her hand to hold it down, turned her head sideways, her eyes stopped briefly on the tip of Wen Lin's frozen red ears, and said softly, "Don't bother."

Wen Lin's eyes turned to Vicia, and she looked at her, her calm eyes instantly waved, and she took the initiative to peck Vicia on the forehead, and said frankly,

"Your Majesty Vicia, I miss you very much."

Putting down the pen in her hand, Vicia stood up and led Wen Lin to the bed, brushing the moisture from Wen Lin's hair with her fingers,

"Your Excellency, I've been feeling uneasy all this time."

Wen Lin took the person into her arms, and the two leaned against each other. Wen Lin asked in a slow tone as much as possible, "Because of the movements made by the nobles?"