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 can help His Majesty control the entire Golan by yourself? 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, and is alone for the royal family to drive, will rarely end well in the end.

Wen Lin didn't 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.

Looking back at 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.

Everyone in the hall was very angry, and at the same time they were frightened. It seemed that Wen Lin had given them some leeway when discussing cooperation with them. 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, they will continue to increase.

But the royal family earns a lot more than them. If this trend continues, they are afraid that they will be overwhelmed by the king's power, and 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 the next plan. She didn't trust Tilia, and naturally she didn't believe the two-year deadline given by Tilia. The threat of the Holy Court was always hanging. on the neck.

And who the **** 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 23, and the variety of goods sold is even more abundant. New products will be launched 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 big 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.

Unexpectedly, Vicia hadn't rested yet, she was lying in front of the desk and writing something, and there was already a stack of tall documents 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 Wen Lin's frozen red ears, and said softly, "Don't worry about it."

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?"

There was wind blowing outside the window, making subtle noises, Visiah clenched Wen Lin's hand and shook her head, "No, I always feel that our plan went too smoothly."

In the end, Vicia still didn't say anything about her concerns about the Holy Court. She leaned on Wen Lin's shoulder and let Wen Lin's breath wrap herself around her.

Noticing the unease that Vicia rarely showed, Wen Lin asked, "Your Majesty, it's because of the Holy Court."

"Well," Vicia's face was half hidden in the darkness, and she hummed softly.

"It's also because of me?" Wen Lin continued to ask, a slight smile appeared on her calm expression, with a bit of ridicule.

Wen Lin could naturally think of what Vicia was worried about, but she didn't want to mention it in front of Vicia.

The heavy atmosphere that was deliberately stirred up dissipated, Vicia helplessly reached out and patted Wen Lin on the back of her hand, following her will,

"Sir, go to sleep."

"Um."

Even if they don't say anything, do nothing, just lean against each other quietly, both of them feel extremely satisfied.

They lay down hugging each other, and when there was a long breathing sound by the pillow, Wen Lin opened her eyes and outlined Vicia's face, from top to bottom, inch by inch.

The next day, when Vicia woke up, Wen Lin had already left, Vicia reached out to touch it, and her body was cold.

Unable to hold back a sigh, Vicia washed and dined as usual, and was about to go to the council hall. Halfway through, she saw Mrs. Yaz rushing over.

"Your Majesty, the twenty lords want to ask to see you and are now waiting in the hall."

After the promulgation of the new decree, such a scene was staged almost every day, but it was the first time that twenty people came together.

Vicia raised her eyebrows, her eyes were always sharp, she thought for a while, and continued to walk to the council hall, "Let them wait."

"Yes," Mrs. Yaz took the order and bowed back.

Wen Lin was checking the latest wind turbine in Yinhe Village at this time. The six sails formed a wheel shape, supported by a keel in the middle.

Limited by the wind, the farmland far from the river bank could not be transported, so Wen Lin remodeled the keel and sail, and the effect seemed to be good.

When Wen Lin returned to Yinhe Village with the blueprint, the waiter who had been waiting early in the morning immediately reported the news of the twenty lords entering the palace to Wen Lin.

Wen Lin asked who there were, and secretly called out the names of a few people, but she was not in a hurry at all, so she waved her hand away and continued her work.

As Wen Lin expected, their motions and voices of resistance were suppressed by Vicia.

However, this was only the beginning. In the days that followed, the voices slandering and demeaning Wen Lin intensified.

From the parishioners of Wenlin Diocese, to the shop she opened, to the villagers in Yinhe Village, all were affected.

Unexpectedly, noble ladies and noble ladies no longer come to Wen Lin's shop to buy things, and even the poor who come to buy low-priced goods will be maliciously expelled, and even worse, there will be looting and trouble.

Wen Lin heard the information from the stewards, so she casually dispatched a few teams of king cavalry.

Before the absolute superiority of force, the nobles' tricks quickly failed, but the battle between Wen Lin and them was on the bright side, and it seemed to be getting more and more intense. .

However, without exception, they all ended in a fiasco for the nobles.

The power and force that the nobles depended on were vulnerable to the more powerful Wen Lin, and after the counterattack, Wen Lin's methods became more and more domineering and powerful. She frantically squeezed the market occupied by the nobles, leaving them behind. For the commoners and the middle class.

During this period, there were many people who tried to soften up to Wen Lin, but without exception, they were all rejected by her mercilessly.

Tired and helpless.

Vicia had tried to dissuade Wen Lin, and wanted to make her way of implementing the decree gentler. Wen Lin complied on the surface, but secretly she was more arrogant, causing the nobles to complain.

The most unacceptable thing is that Wen Lin publicly refuted the proposals discussed by Her Majesty Vicia and the nobles several times in the parliament of hundreds of people.

Gradually, gossips and rumors of His Excellency the Guard Officer coercing His Majesty Vicia spread all over the royal city.

After another year, Wen Lin almost became a domineering existence in the royal city, and Wen Lin who completely tore off her mask made everyone feel scared.

Especially when Her Majesty Vicia couldn't easily change her mind.

All the opponents, the protesters, were either thrown into the tower or killed.

Everyone is guessing when Her Majesty Vicia will be expelled from the throne by Her Excellency Wen Lin.

After all, with her current reputation among the people and the army and wealth in her hands, it is not difficult to sit in that position.

Many nobles turned to Wen Lin in private and ran into the wall many times, which made the nobles sleepless and trembling. What did Wen Lin want to do?

At this time, Wen Lin, who was in the center of public opinion, was lying on the grass and basking in the sun, and the warm sunlight shone on her body, which relieved her tense nerves a lot.

There is a maid in the royal court to send a message, so that Wen Lin must return to the royal court today.

Wen Lin didn't move, as if she didn't hear it. Thinking of the fierce quarrel with Vicia a few days ago, Wen Lin couldn't even think of returning to Wang Ting.

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