Tilia could clearly feel that her body was enduring irreversible failure because of that bowl of medicine.

She exhausted the prescriptions that Wen Lin had left behind, and drank the bitter herbal juice bowl after bowl, but it didn't work, and even made her body weaker.

Gradually, Tilia stopped looking for Mrs. Warmin, and at the same time, with her acquiescence, Warmin began to be released for free movement in a small area.

Tilia watched Mrs. Warmin recover a little bit in the dark, watched her contact with her former confidant, watched them successfully find the son of Philip who was actually not dead - Max .

Sure enough, in political affairs, Madam's methods have always been neat and tidy.

Tilia took a small breath, snorted and spit out bright red bloodshots. Tilia looked at the blood-stained handkerchief in her eyes, and walked away without looking back.

After that, Tilia would stay in the narrow passage every day, obsessively watching Mrs. Warmin's every move, but never appeared in front of Warmin's eyes again.

Mrs. Warmin was a little wary when she found her confidant at first. After nearly three months, she seemed to have found something and began to use her confidant's hand to escape from the Sistine Palace.

Tilia knew that Mrs. Warmin wanted to leave here, leave her, she smiled silently, and whispered softly,

"Ma'am, how could I really let you escape?"

Tilia was still a little surprised when she listened to the clerk's response to Madam's movements, and at the same time she was also a little bit unspeakable ecstasy. She thought Madam would think about **** herself when she came out, but now it seems that she just wanted to. Just leave.

But after being happy for a while, Tilia felt very sad again. She won't be able to live for long. Whether it's love or hate, Madam will have nothing to do with her.

The large swathes of sunlight fell on the dome-shaped roof, reflecting the dazzling white light.

Tilia stretched out her hand and watched the light fall on her hand. It should have been warm, but when she thought of the next arrangement, her fingertips felt cold.

Tilia thought sadly, not only did she not escape the fate of the Sistine royal family living in the shadow of the Holy Court, she also did not catch the light that had fallen in the gloom.

I don't know whether to be happy or regretful, this short and sad life is still coming to an end.

In Tilia's barren and pitiful recollection, the only bright spot was Lady Warmin.

Madam stood in front of her, blocking the heavy snow, the storm... But what did she do? Tilia looked at her hand and thought blankly.

The secretary hesitated for a long time on the other side of the corridor, looking at Tilia's face carefully, thinking of her frantic expression when she gave the order, the secretary finally walked up.

"Your Majesty, the escaped waiter of Guard Noli was caught, and he confessed."

"Who is it?" Tilia turned her head suddenly, a cold light flashing across her eyes.

"It's the Archbishop of Bredding. He followed the orders of the Archbishop of Bredding to poison. If you are successfully poisoned, the Holy See will use your death to launch a crusade against the Wormeen family. If you are lucky enough to survive, they will Use this to alienate your relationship with the Warmin family."

When the clerk spoke, the cold sweat on his head slipped uncontrollably, and when Tilia's eyes swept over, he felt more and more difficult to breathe.

Especially when he found that His Majesty heard the news, not only did not become happy, but heavier.

Tilia's expression turned hideous for a moment, she waved her hand, and when the surroundings regained the silence, she suddenly began to laugh loudly against the wall, followed by a heart-piercing cough, louder than louder.

Jing waited for the pain in her heart to subside, Tilia summoned someone with a blank expression, and went straight to the dungeon.

The waiter was kept alone in the lowest cell, with wooden shackles on his limbs, and even mouth shackles to prevent him from committing suicide.

He was imprisoned here, and took turns to feel some punishments that would not cause death, but people could not survive or die.

When he saw Tilia walking in, the waiter trembled even more, and he couldn't help begging for mercy.

Tilia stood at the door of the cell, turned a deaf ear, and only asked him, "Is there an antidote?"

The poison provided by the Holy Court was originally made of various poisonous substances mixed together. How could there be an antidote? The waiter's pale lips trembled and he remained silent.

Although there was no hope, Tilia was still a little disappointed. She took out the long sword on the side, walked over and used all her strength to stab her into the chest of the waiter.

"Did you know? Your master stayed here for three months without confessing, and he didn't say anything until he died."

Guard Noli bit to death the order of Mrs. Warmion of the city. Tilia believed it. The decadent body made her mentally chaotic and crazy. It was not until Mrs. Warmion was tortured to death that she was able to recover from incomparable excitement. After the emotions faded, I found a trace of reason.

When she walked out of the dungeon, Tilia's expressionless face was covered with tears. She walked back to the main hall slowly as usual.

Along the way, Tilia couldn't help but think, at least she can't die now, at least kill all the people in the Holy Court.

The revered cardinal archbishops in Madry did not expect that Tilia, a wolf cub, would deal with them like a lifeless one, not only for her own life, but also for those who were loyal to her, she seemed to not let go at all on the heart.

It's always a lose-lose situation, Tilia doesn't care, but the Holy Court does.

Due to various concerns, the Holy See is further in decline.

On the night that Tilia dealt with Bradding, she unconsciously walked to the door of Mrs. Warmin's room.

According to the latest news, Mrs. Wormien will successfully escape from the Sistine Palace tomorrow night, and the people sent by the Wormien family outside the palace gate have long been ready.

Tilia stood in front of the door for a long time before opening the door and entering. Mrs. Warmin's face showed a momentary look of astonishment, but soon, she regained her composure, turned her head, and turned a blind eye to Tilia as before.

"Ma'am," Tilia called out to her in a low voice, her voice sounded unexpectedly soft.

Seeing that Vormeen didn't respond, Tilia restrained herself. This time, she didn't go crazy, but walked to Vormeen's side, knelt on the ground, and put her hand on her arm gently.

Wormien subconsciously wanted to step back, but held back. Tilia was a little unusual tonight, and Wormien wondered if she noticed something.

Just as Wormien was thinking, Tilia rested her head on her bent legs, rubbing her head lightly with her head just like when she was coquettish to his wife when she was a child.

Pulled back by Tilia's action, Wormien was in a trance for a moment. She looked at Tilia's moist eyes, and her eyes were filled with disappointment and disgust.

Mrs. Warmin kept these emotions that might anger Tilia very well, but Tilia still found it. She pretended to be unaware, put on a small smile, and moved her hand to Mrs. Warmin's neckline. , asked, "Ma'am, I want it, can I?"

Wormyn looked at her, frowning, and didn't answer.

During these days of being imprisoned here, Tilia had ever asked her own wishes, and she suddenly gave in and showed her favor, no matter how she looked at it, she had ulterior motives.

Perhaps it was to appease Tilia, or perhaps she was completely disappointed. When Tilia kissed, Mrs. Wormien did not struggle, and Tilia was surprisingly gentle.

During this time, the traces on Mrs. Warmin's body have disappeared and faded, and the porcelain white skin is white in the light.

Tilia stroked her lips inch by inch until she stopped in...

Tilia's supported Mrs. Warmin's bent calf, buried her head, and the elegant fragrance that was the same as the lady's body penetrated into her nostrils.

The touch of each other, the undulating warmth... Tilia couldn't put it down.

In Tilia's gentle caressing, Wormion lost her mind several times. When she came back to her senses, she was frightened and frightened. The feeling of indulging in it would make her spurn herself.

Out of the corner of Tilia's eyes, she caught a glimpse of Mrs. Warmin's frowning eyebrows, and she ended hastily on the last night when she could still hold Mrs. Warmin.

After cleaning up both of them, Tilia hugged Wormien's waist tightly and fell asleep on the bed.

Tilia didn't really fall asleep all night. When she left at dawn the next day, she said something softly and almost silently,

"Ma'am, if it weren't for my shabby body, I wouldn't have let you leave here just like that."

At night, Tilia stood behind the dark wall and watched Mrs. Warmin leave.

Early the next morning, Tilia attacked the Warmien family one after another, becoming more and more reckless in political affairs, and she pressed towards the Holy Court step by step.

The Wormeen family, who was forced to give Tilia's help to the devastation, began a tentative counterattack after rescuing Mrs. Wormeen.

Tilia had thought she would soon be ousted from the throne, but as time passed, she realized that the rest of the Wormien family didn't seem to know that Philip's son was alive.

If they had other options, Tilia would undoubtedly be a waste.

It is self-evident who concealed this news.

In the days that followed, Tilia hung her life on the potion and formed a delicate check and balance relationship with the Warmian family. It was a pity for Tilia that Mrs. Warmian never appeared in public again.

When Tilia was like withered and withered, and it was difficult to maintain her normal actions, she pulled out all the hidden threads she had buried.

Once again, she forced Mrs. Warmin to come out to clean up the mess. When the private army of the Warmin family invaded the palace, Tilia walked back to the small dark room where she saw Mrs. Warmin for the first time.

At that time, she huddled in the corner tremblingly, waiting for the nobles to pronounce her fate. It was the lady who pushed open the door, hugged her, and told her not to be afraid.

Tilia returned to that corner again, curled up, feeling her consciousness collapsed and scattered until she was completely submerged into the darkness of nothingness.

It's a pity that I still haven't been able to see Mrs.

When Wormien walked into the hall, looking at the empty throne, she frowned quietly, and she instructed the guard beside her, "Search, but don't hurt her privately."

Max, only five years old, was a puppet in the hands of the Wormien family who was completely controlled, and Wormien had calmed down the turmoil in a very short period of time.

But when Wormeen came back to think about it, she quickly realized that something was wrong, it shouldn't be so fast.

At the same time, the guards finally found the news of Tilia, and Wormion rushed over. Tilia in memory was almost thinned into a skeleton, and her chest could not be seen rising and falling.

There was a moment of movement in Wormion's eyes, she was stunned for a long time before she dared to step forward, her fingers snorted, and there was still a little warmth.

"Find a medical officer and save her." His unwavering tone, as if the company of the past few decades had been destroyed.

Everyone thought that Tilia would die, but Mrs. Warmin tried her best to save her. In the end, she miraculously saved her life and survived as a living dead.

She slept in a bright and spacious room all day long. After learning that she would not die, Mrs. Wormien did not visit her once, and ordered someone to take care of her at all times.

Time flies, and on the day Mrs. Warmin learned that Wen Lin was not dead, she went to see Tilia, and she stood in front of Tilia's bed all day.

A month later, the Sistine ceded the sea power of the Wake Strait to the Golan, and two months later, Tilia died of serious illness in the palace. After that, Mrs. Warmin also lost track.

A few years later, in a small village on the outskirts of Golan King City, a foolish fool sat on the threshold, looked at the gentle woman walking from a distance, tilted his head and shouted sweetly,

"lady."

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The author has something to say:

The process of writing a pen is a process of self-healing for me. If I am fortunate enough to heal you in a small way during this process, it will be my honor. I look forward to seeing you next time.

(End of the book)