The more you listen to the frown, the deeper the heartache for Vicia.

When Latimer rushed to find Wen Lin, all she saw was Wen Lin with a dignified look on her face, listening to the maid talking about her being named queen.

It was rare for Latimer to see Wen Lin showing such a serious look, and he immediately took his steps back.

When she heard Wen Lin say "it shouldn't be like this" after being silent for a long time, Latimer suddenly fell into a daze.

Shouldn't the teacher be happy? Or did she not have equal feelings for her aunt at all?

After struggling for a long time, Latimer stepped forward and shouted in a low voice, "Teacher,"

Wen Lin looked back at him, and seeing his embarrassed look, Wen Lin raised her eyebrows, "His Royal Highness Latimer, what do you want to say?"

Latimer didn't speak for a while, and Wen Lin didn't ask any further. She waved the maid to step back and waited patiently for Latimer.

Hesitant, vague.

Wen Lin patiently listened to Latimer for a long time before she suddenly realized that Latimer had misunderstood, but Wen Lin did not interrupt her, but continued to listen to him.

Latimer obviously knew more about Vicia than anyone else.

Seeing Wen Lin's unmoved expression, Latimer's emotions gradually became agitated, and he suddenly said,

"Teacher, if I hadn't arrived in time, my aunt would have..."

Halfway through, it stopped abruptly.

Wen Lin frowned and asked, "What's the matter?"

In front of outsiders, Latimer is a calm and solemn crown prince, but in front of Visia and Wen Lin, he seems to be the weak and helpless child back then.

Under the pressure of Wen Lin's burning eyes, he explained what he knew.

There was no major emotional fluctuation on Wen Lin's face, but she suddenly reached out and grabbed her chest. When Latimer cast an inquiring look, she suddenly turned her back and said lightly,

"Latimer, don't worry, I just feel sorry for her, that's all."

Without waiting for Latimer to answer, Wen Lin hurried up the steps, her pace getting faster and faster, and the maids along the way saw the Queen's face rushing back into the bedroom with an ugly face.

After hesitating for a while, a female officer walked outside the bedroom and asked worriedly.

Wen Lin leaned against the door and took a few deep breaths before she managed to hold back her tears and instructed outside the door, "Don't disturb me without my order."

Wen Lin didn't dare to think, dared not to think what kind of mood Weixia was in the night she was about to commit suicide, how much she had to suffer in the past nine years, to the point where she could give up everything so decisively.

Covering her mouth tightly, Wen Lin was shaking slightly.

How desperate should Visia be to have the idea of ​​suicide, she clearly wanted her to live well.

Seeing that there was no change in the layout of the bedroom, the deepening heartache seemed to crush Wen Lin's heart.

Suddenly, Wen Lin's eyes fell on the corner of the desk, which was a parchment book that had been stroked many times and had burrs on the edges.

After hesitating for a while, Wen Lin walked over to pick it up and slowly opened it.

From the first page, it was filled with annotations, and those annotations took up all the blank space on the page. Wen Lin turned the pages one by one, reading word by word.

Vicia writes about everything, including the roses in the manor, the struggle with the church and the nobles, the changes in the royal city, her views on the development of Golan, and her longing for the lonely nights...

Wen Lin was so distressed that she breathed, her fingertips and every inch of her body began to throb.

Vicia survived alone for nine years, but no matter where she was, she left her own shadow.

In a masochistic way, she inscribes the shared memory of the two of them.

Turning to the last page, a striking sentence came into Wen Lin's eyes. There were only two sentences on it, one was left by Wen Lin, and the other was Vicia's answer.

"Your Excellency, I'm old, and I don't want to wait any longer. If you don't come, I'll find you."

Seeing this, Wen Lin couldn't bear it any longer. She lay down on the desk and burst into tears.

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Ah ah ah ah, I was abused by myself, angina pectoris, there is no second update today, I am going to write and have fun!

Chapter 116

At night, the White House was brightly lit, and the banquet to celebrate the Queen's return to Brenzi was being held in an orderly manner.

The princes and nobles walked around the banquet hall with their meticulously combed hair and the most decent Chinese clothes.

Their monarch was sitting at the very top, star-shrouded blue eyes staring at the banquet hall casually, making her look dangerously charming.

The Royal Band played upbeat and melodious music, but there weren't many people dancing on the dance floor, and they obviously cared more about someone who didn't show up for a long time.

His Majesty's wife, Queen Wen Lin.

Francis scanned every corner of the hall with his wide and shrewd eyes, and suddenly his eyes stopped.

The highest church leader in Golan, Archbishop Lucches, is wearing a solemn priest's uniform and standing quietly in the corner by the window. He seems to be waiting for something.

Francis walked over with a smile, "Archbishop Lucches, I didn't expect you to come too."

If Francis remembered correctly, this was the first time he had seen Lucches at a banquet in so many years.

Nodding lightly, Lucches said bluntly, "I heard that she is back."

Francis nodded and continued, "But she won't necessarily appear at the banquet tonight. Like you, she doesn't like attending banquets."

Lucches didn't respond, he continued to stand quietly, Francis shook his gray beard and didn't speak any more. He picked up a glass of rum and sipped it silently.

Until there was a sudden slight gasp at the banquet, and following the eyes of everyone, there were turbulent emotional fluctuations in Lucches' eyes.