Her eyes stayed on Vicia for a short time, but Wen Lin didn't care, she picked up the letter and opened it, read it carefully, her eyes darkened.

After a long time, Wen Lin chuckled inexplicably, "Is Your Majesty going to drive me away or kill me next?"

She frowned, Wen Lin turned against the light, Vicia couldn't see the expression on her face, her pale fingers clasped the railing behind her, "You leave Golan tonight, I won't kill you."

Wen Lin was silent for a while, she observed Vichy's expression, and could clearly see any subtle changes on her face.

"Your Majesty, what if I don't go? Are you going to tell me that everything was a ridiculous way to fool me?" He asked coldly with sarcasm.

It seemed that even her breathing was stagnant, the hand of Visiah behind her back was slowly clenched, and then slowly released, the indescribable feeling of suffocation was like vines twisting into the limbs and bones, and the thorns pierced the fine meat in the flesh. gnawed.

The sarcasm in Wen Lin's eyes was engraved into Visia's bones like a blunt knife. Her breathing suddenly became a little short, but it subsided in an instant.

She was just calm, and she forced herself to suppress herself calmly, refusing to reveal a trace of embarrassment and unease in front of Wen Lin.

With this calm attitude, he approached Wen Lin mercilessly, and then nodded lightly, "Yes, Your Excellency, everything is just using your means."

There was a trance on her face, and after a while, Wen Lin's expression became a little loose.

She stood up and approached, staring carefully at Vicia's face.

But in just a few days, Vicia seems to have lost weight, the underside of her eyes is black and blue, and the lines between her brows seem to be deeper.

Her heart tightened slowly, and she was caught off guard. Wen Lin grabbed Vicia and hugged her tightly.

When the accumulated anger touched the struggle in Visia's eyes, it dissipated in an instant, and a long sigh pressed against the auricle, "Your Majesty, your lies are extremely clumsy."

On the day she was imprisoned in the White Tower, Wen Lin quickly calmed down.

Among the various measures in the reform of the royal city, which one was not approved by Vicia first, even the refutation in the parliament was negotiated by the two of them the day before.

Wen Lin admitted that very rarely, she would go too far, but those insignificant details could never really shake the relationship between her and Vicia.

Not to mention the use of this absurd argument from beginning to end, Wen Lin never even thought about it.

Everything that happened that day was too sudden and there was no warning. When the reform was in full swing, he imprisoned himself.

How should all aspects of it end after that? That's not Vicia's way of doing things.

Wen Lin thought of the unreasonable part, and began to think about everything that happened recently.

Wen Lin didn't dare to be sure until today when she heard that Vicia asked her to leave Golan.

She held Vicia's earlobe and bit it heavily, as if pouring out the dissatisfaction of Vicia's deceit, but also as if she was venting some kind of emotion that could not be revealed.

"Your Majesty, my background is exposed? Are the nobles forcing you, or is the Holy Court forcing you?"

However, in just a few words, Visia's mood was in chaos, and she had been thinking about Golan's situation and Wen Lin's situation without sleep in the past few days.

Vicia didn't even have time to think about what kind of situation she would be in if she was defeated.

When the storm came, she could only see Golan, but in the case of Wen Lin, she violated her own principles and will.

But her lover had already guessed everything.

Emotions fluctuated one after another, and now she can't hold back, Vicia's body is stiff and motionless, she can feel the unrelenting hot and scorching eyes of the person in front of her.

Resisting the trembling, her soft lips brushed against Wen Lin's forehead, forcing back the shallow moisture at the end of her eyes. Vicia pressed against Wen Lin's shoulder and firmly pushed her away.

"Your Excellency, you have never listened to me, but this time, don't be stubborn."

After being punctured, the haggard expression on Vicia's face could no longer be concealed. She tried her best to hold a cold expression, and said again, "It's Sistine and Fasai, with three times the disparity in strength. go."

Vishaya has always fought like a fighter, she will never sit still and give in to fate.

But this is a war with three times the disparity of troops. The armada composed of Sistine and Fasai is approaching the coast of Golan. Vicia does not know if she can live to witness the victory of Golan.

Wen Lin has done enough for her and for Golan, so let God satisfy her little selfishness.

No matter what the outcome of this war is, Vicia hopes that Wen Lin can live.

Vicia's attitude has never been firmer, revealing a certainty that cannot be changed.

Wen Lin closed her eyes, her clear thoughts were a little dazed and chaotic, and rushed towards her like a tide.

The more determined Visia was, the more Wen Lin knew the situation was getting worse.

Compared with the serious situation, Wen Lin cared more about Vicia's decision to let her leave Golan.

After all, the monarch of the Golan was born with selfishness for love, but in such an urgent situation of crisis.

Some kind of complicated emotions filled Wen Lin's chest, and she felt sad at the same time as she was happy.

Wen Lin raised her eyes and looked at Vicia, and approached her again step by step, "Your Majesty, my long knife will move forward at any time for your will."

The tone was very soft, and under Visia's gaze, Wen Lin bent one knee and held her hand.

A kiss that was just a touch away, fell on the back of the hand.

At this moment, she showed her loyalty to the queen without reservation as a knight.

War, not even death, could hold her back.

The chaotic light and shadow jumped in the corner of Visia's eyes, and she finally smiled, but the deeper worry that followed was like a surging tide.

The love between them has finally grown into a tall and stable dam, which cannot even be shaken by the storms related to life and death.

Undoubtedly, Wen Lin refused to back down.