The architectural style of the Sistine Palace is deeply influenced by the Holy Court, and it likes magnificent decorations and carvings, strong colors, oval domes and curved corridors everywhere.

The glass windows embedded in the stone walls also follow the style of the Holy Court, and they are installed very high, causing the light in the room to be cast as a gray shadow even in the daytime.

Tilia sat casually on the throne, playing with the scepter, and underneath was the trembling secretary.

The world thought that the queen was a weak and sick child. Who would have thought that within a few days, she would take over the power of the Wormien family.

It also revealed the matter of Bishop Gedding. The current capital, Madrid, is still blocked by believers. The Holy Court is even more troubled, and has no time to care about what the queen has done during this time.

If it hadn't been through his own hands, the clerk would never have linked it all with the Queen.

She looked so pale and thin, as if a simple bump could smash her into pieces.

But now the secretary didn't dare to think like that anymore. At this time, the queen's face was flushed abnormally. She dropped the letter that she had prepared a long time ago.

"Send it to the Golan, don't let the people of the Holy Court notice, you know what to do."

As if a poisonous snake spit out a blood-red letter, the cold sweat on the secretary's forehead slid down with a swipe. He picked up the letter tremblingly and quickly exited.

The queen went mad again, and her eyes turned scarlet, revealing the color of madness and violence.

Thinking of the scene where Mrs. Wormien was escorted away and countless guards were dead in the square that day, the secretary did not dare to think about it any further, and hurried out of the palace.

Putting her hand on her forehead for a moment, Tilia got up and dragged her long royal robe to the back of the hall.

Passing through several dark corridors, she pushed open the door, and Mrs. Warmin's frail and messy figure came into her eyes, giving her the most intuitive visual impact.

The woman was facing away from Tilia, wearing only a close-fitting silk garment, and the outline of two thin butterfly bones under the garment could be vaguely seen.

Although it's winter, I don't know what method is used in the house, it's very warm, and it won't make people feel cold.

After closing the door, Tilia took off the royal robe on her body, put on a loose burqa, and walked slowly towards the woman.

"Mrs. Warmin," Tilia whispered, her voice as innocent as ever.

Hearing it now, Mrs. Wormyn was only ironic. She pulled her stiff chin, her hair was wet with sweat, like bound vines surrounding her shoulders, spreading toward the shadows of the fascination.

Tilia looked up, and the woman in front of her was broken and fragile, like a withered and broken flower falling from a branch, giving her an unparalleled sense of satisfaction.

The color of her eyes rolled and became deeper and deeper, and a morbid satisfied smile appeared on Tilia's lips.

The former Mrs. Warmin was like an elegant handicraft, and she had worked hard to disguise herself for more than ten years, pretending to be the obedient and obedient appearance she liked.

In fact, she could still keep pretending, thinking of this, Tilia snorted lightly, her hand along the cold chain hanging on one side, and bent her finger to caress her chin.

Turning around again and again, only heavy or not, "Madam, I can always be obedient, why are you not obedient?"

"Tilia, let me go," hoarsely trying to restrain himself, Wormien gritted his teeth and tried to negotiate with Tilia.

Instantly, the delicate and fair skin was scratched with blood lines under Tilia's fingertips by sharp fingernails. Mrs. Wormien was in pain and subconsciously shrank inward.

"Madam, be imprisoned by my side, or die, no, you can't even die without my permission."

Wormien's evasion action was more like hitting Tilia's untold pain, and she suddenly became irritable, and her repressed anger burst out in an instant.

It seems that my brain is being pricked by thousands of tiny needles, which is painful and uncomfortable, followed by a feeling of thirst and uneasy feeling.

In a trance, Tilia stood up and walked to the wall, hitting her head against the wall.

The muffled sound was loud, and after a while, a cloud of blood was dizzy on her forehead.

Mrs. Wormien was unmoved at first, but Tilia seemed to be really determined to kill herself, and the muffled crash became louder and louder, and Wormien couldn't help turning around and half-sitting up. hold.

"What the **** do you want to do?"

Tilia fell into a trance for a moment, but after seeing what Vormeen looked like now, she instantly woke up.

With sullen eyes and hysterical paranoia, she clenched Wormien's wrist tightly and pulled the man towards her until there was no more gap.

Her lips were lightly pressed against Mrs. Warmin's ear, like an intimate scratch, and more like a cold question.

"Ma'am, why are you betting on Philip, why am I better than that idiot?"

"Tilia, the truth is not what you think." Mrs. Wormien fell back weakly, her voice hoarse from being tortured for days.

"Madam, then tell me, what is the truth? You raised a child of Philip in the dark, and took care of him just as you took care of me back then. When he grows up, you will give up the throne under me. and to him?"

The speed of speech became faster and faster, and the tone of voice became more and more urgent. Tilia forced the woman to a corner, with an expression that seemed to swallow her in the next instant.

Wormien turned her head away. She didn't know how to explain her physical and mental torment. She weakly supported the wall on the inside and said after a while,

"Tilia, the Wormien family is only driven by profit. It has always been a family practice to cultivate multiple heirs. Philip's children will not threaten you."

With this remark again, Tilia's face was half hidden in the firelight, the coldness of the corners of her lips cut into the bone marrow,

"So Madam, I'm just one of your many choices?"

Physically and mentally exhausted, Vormeen's thin and white eyelids twitched fiercely, and Tilia suddenly went blank.

The drastic change made her unstoppable.

Leaning against the cold wall, Wormien fell into a brief silence.

Wormien didn't speak, Tilia took it as her acquiescence, and sneered coldly when she looked at the suspicious water marks dragged out from under Wormien.

Then Tilia slowly got closer, slowly lost control, and slowly shredded the remaining reason.

"Ma'am, it doesn't matter. I killed that child myself, and you can only be mine alone."

With amazing possessiveness surging in his eyes, Tilia approached slowly.

The entire chest tightened and compressed sharply, and Tilia sank her fingers between Vomien's lips and teeth, and said with a chuckle,

"Madam, you will stay here every day from now on, and I will come to accompany you every day. You belong to me alone, and I am only yours."

The frivolous and humiliating words made Wormien feel humiliated and heartbroken. This child she watched grow up would humiliate her like this one day, and Wormien struggled to get further away from Tilia.

"Tilia, do you know what you're talking about? Who am I?"

Admiring Wormien's struggle, Tilia showed an indifferent expression and said fiercely,

"Ma'am, that doesn't matter anymore, you can only stay here now,"

In Vormeen's still disbelieving and embarrassed eyes, Tilia bent over to cover her lips.

Vormeen still can't understand why he is in the current situation, obviously Tilia is such a well-behaved and weak child.

For more than ten years, she stood in front of Tilia, planned for her, thought about her, and dealt with her. She had no children of her own, and always regarded Tilia as her own child.

But why...

Disappointed, embarrassed, sad...

Many emotions changed on Mrs. Wormian's face. There were small fine lines at the end of her eyes, and the water blew through and disappeared into her hair, adding a bit of the flavor of time.

Tilia's eyes were glued to Wormian, watching her tremble, watching her overwhelmed, watching her ashamed and angry...

Wiping the water from the end of Vormeen's eyes, Tilia laughed inexplicably.

She didn't regret it at all, not even a moment.

It was obviously the lady who made the mistake first, and the lady who betrayed first, Tilia recited in her heart.

He pressed Wormien's resisting hands to the top of his head, feeling the smoothness of the ironing on his palms.

"Madam, you have to admit that you like it."

These words made Vormeen extremely embarrassed, and she raised her hand and slapped Tilia's face in shock and anger, struggling to get out of her pliers. escape from control.

It was difficult to find a trace of calm and reason, Wormien compromised,

"Tilia, you are not an opponent of the Holy Court. If you trap me here, you will not get the true allegiance of the Wormien family. Let me go out and I will help you get what you want."

Now that Philip's illegitimate son is dead, Tilia is the only option for the Warmin family.

Aside from the hard work he has spent on Tilia for so many years, Wormien will choose to continue to stand behind Tilia just from the interests of the family.

"Oh, then I want my wife, is my wife willing too?"

Tilia's scorching gaze was fixed on Vormeen, not letting go of the slightest expression on her face.

"Tilia, don't say anything like this in the future." Not wanting to anger Tilia, Wormien tried his best to soften his tone. Facing Tilia, who was completely unreasonable and ignored, Wormien lowered his stance. to appease her.

Tilia didn't appreciate it, she lost her breath, and then smiled disdainfully,

"Madam, how do you know that I can't fight against the Holy Court? Your conclusion is too early."

Thinking of the news from Golan, the smile on Tilia's face grew even wider, revealing a stubborn madness.

All the persuasion was in vain, Wormion found sadly, his will gradually fell apart and succumbed to Tilia.

Tears fell, and Mrs. Warmin looked at the bed curtains above her head, unable to sleep all night.

Tilia's body is very thin and weak, and it is hard to imagine that such amazing strength is hidden in her body.

The light outside the window turned from bright to dark, and Tilia seemed to be tireless, and she didn't withdraw her hand until Wormien begged her.

Since the last time she went to Golan to see Wen Lin, Tilia's physical condition began to improve step by step, but she was still very weak.

At this moment, her face was as intense as the sunset glow, which made her pale complexion look a little bloody.

She collapsed beside Lady Warmin, holding her in a cross-neck position from behind.

No more strength, Wormien closed his eyes tiredly, no matter how Tilia moved, he couldn't give a little response.

After confirming that Mrs. Wormien had completely fallen asleep, Tilia couldn't hold back any longer, and rushed to the edge of the bed in a hurry, making an earth-shattering cough, and a faint line of blood slid down the corner of her lips.

After getting dressed and fetching water, Tilia wiped Wormien carefully. After doing everything, she stared blankly at her, and suddenly said,

"Madam, be good, I'm running out of time."