In the dining room, there was only the rustling sound of Jenkins turning over the pages. Rao had already heard the general idea of the matter from Jenkins, but when she really saw the hard evidence, Miss Windsor still clutched her forehead as if wanting to faint .
She respects Queen Isabella as an important elder. When she knew that she had done such a wrong thing, not to mention that she did it for herself, the sadness and sadness in Miss Windsor's heart really made her a little dizzy for a while.
Jenkins quickly reached out to support her, and then saw Miss Windsor covering her heart with her hands. But before Jenkins could speak, she gritted her teeth and sat up straight, waving her hand:
"It's okay, I'm just a little too tired...you guys go on talking."
No abnormality was found in Miss Windsor's spirit of life at close range, Jenkins nodded and took her hand, ready to treat her immediately when she had a problem next time.
"Do you want to question these things?"
He pointed at the documents in front of him with his free fingers, looked at the old man and said.
"Oh, you found out."
The tone is like she secretly hid a can of canned fish, and then was found by her own cat:
"That group of people clearly said that they are reliable, even if I arranged for someone to do it, they could erase the traces for me, but you discovered it within a few days. Sure enough, this group of 'jugglers' are all unreliable of."
She shifted her body a few times in the chair, and then asked Jenkins:
"Since you found out...then why are you here today?"
"To condemn you."
"Now that you have condemned, what are you going to do?"
This sentence made Jenkins stunned for a moment. Although it was possible, he could not reach out to be a murderer. He knew that this country needed stability. Suddenly, he was suffocated by this sentence. He thought that the other party would quibble. The words he had prepared before were all prepared around explaining those texts and papers.
She wanted to organize her words in her heart, so taking advantage of this short time, Queen Isabella asked Miss Windsor again:
"Then Jessica, you didn't happen to meet Jenkins outside, so you followed him to see me?"
Miss Windsor's mouth moved, but she quickly lowered her head, obviously not knowing how to answer. This made Miss Magic, who was watching this scene, shake her head, feeling sad for the girl who was unfortunately involved in this incident and became the center of the incident unconsciously.
"Don't you have a trace of regret or guilt?"
Jenkins asked suddenly at this time, so Queen Isabella stopped asking Miss Windsor.
"oh?"
The old man just said so.
"You are the king of this country. Even if I have the evidence, if you think about it carefully, there doesn't seem to be any law that can sanction you..."
This is what is unreasonable in this era. Although there is a parliament, this is not a constitutional monarchy, and the majesty of the king is supreme.
"Even if I expose this incident, it is conceivable that everyone will stop me, and even those who support me the most will persuade me to give up exposing your behavior. After all, this country needs a reliable leader now Or, as long as you have not betrayed the interests of this country, such things as hiring murderers to kill people can be temporarily forgiven."
"It's good that you understand these things. I was worried that you were the kind of young man who was dazzled by justice. Jenkins, if you want to become a king, you must understand that there is neither good nor evil in this world, you need to understand and Not everything has to work out, you need to understand that not all crimes get sanctioned... that's good, you're better than I thought."
"Won't you blush when you say this now?"
Jenkins asked again, deeply feeling that the old man sitting at the dining table had irreconcilable conflicts and contradictions with his own values.
"Blushing? I forgot what it felt like years ago."
"So you don't feel guilty?"
"You asked this question, of course I feel guilty, I am also an ordinary person, but..."
The old man's eyes looked at Miss Windsor, and there was a bit of relief in his gentle eyes:
"But all for the greater good."
Miss Windsor's mouth tightened, and Jenkins was a little worried that she would bite his own lip.
Jenkins hesitated, and knocked his fingers on the table unconsciously. He looked again at Queen Isabella, who didn't speak, just looked at Jenkins like this, waiting for him to decide what to say next:
"I can't sanction you, but this evidence is enough to show that you have seriously violated the High Tower Agreement."
"So what? Tarquin, Sarhi II, didn't they also violate it? But just two hours ago, they were still sitting in the conference room talking and laughing with me."
She paused, then stated her conclusions:
"No matter what I do, at this point in time, no one will make me pay the price, because I must exist as the king of this country. This is not anyone's request, but I must be."
She looked at Jenkins, then at Miss Windsor:
"Jessica, this matter has nothing to do with you."
"No, how can you..."
Miss Windsor's hands unconsciously gripped those pages, and her nails tore through the pages. Jenkins then placed his hand lightly on the back of hers again:
"Don't be angry, this matter has nothing to do with you."
On this issue at least, Jenkins and Queen Isabella were on the same page, neither of whom wanted to involve Miss Windsor.
"I'm not going to be king, not under any circumstances."
After being grabbed by Jenkins, Miss Windsor took a few big breaths, as if she couldn't breathe, but her expression was very strong. Jenkins really admired such a girl.
After a while, Miss Windsor looked at the queen and said:
"Don't continue this matter, don't hurt Miss Capet, and don't hurt other people, it doesn't make sense... Anyway, since I choose to support Jenkins, I will definitely not make changes..."
She grabbed the pages:
"Don't make any more victims."
But Queen Isabella didn't make any promises. She looked down at her dinner plate again, with her hands on the table expressionless, looking extremely scary.
Jenkins noticed something strange, but the real eye couldn't see any suspicious aura.
Turning to look at the French windows of the dining room, startled by his gaze on Miss Magic and Mr. Hood, they thought no one could see them now.
PS: I don't like the Williams family, but I don't want to break Middleton's inheritance, so Queen Isabella wants to do this. There should be no logical contradiction in this plot.