Through the long corridor, Queen Midella returned to the bedroom.
The faint voice of prayer came from the palace, rippling with the power to comfort people's hearts.
"His Royal Highness!"
The maids in front of the palace gate bowed down and saluted one after another.
"Is His Majesty Gregory performing healing for His Majesty?"
"Yes."
Queen Midara nodded, and stood quietly outside the palace, waiting for the sound of prayers in the bedroom to stop before walking in again.
The platinum holy light has not completely dissipated, casting a sacred and bright color on the bedroom.
"Your Majesty, are you better?" Queen Midella quickly walked a few steps and came to the bed.
At this time, Emperor Reinhardt was leaning on the bed, his face was pale, and his expression was sluggish. He was not in the state that a powerful sixth-order knight should be at all.
"Thanks to Gregory, I can feel that my body is slowly recovering." His tone also seemed weak, as if a gust of wind could blow it away.
"Your Majesty, you are being polite. This is mainly due to the glory of our Lord." Pope Gregory said with a smile.
The Pope of the Radiance Church was standing in front of the emperor's bed, holding a white scepter in his hand, wearing a crown of thorns on his head, his eyes were small, and because of his always smiling expression, no one could see the change in his eyes at all.
"Praise my lord! May his brilliance last forever!" Queen Midella praised, and then asked, "Your Majesty Gregory, have you found your majesty's disease?"
The Pope frowned immediately, and sighed, "Your Majesty must have been poisoned, but... but I have never seen this kind of poison, so the progress of the treatment is so slow."
A trace of disappointment flashed across Empress Midella's face, and then she thanked again and again and sent the Pope out of the palace.
When only the husband and wife were left in the palace, Emperor Reinhard suddenly smiled and said, "Tell me, when this old guy was helping me with treatment, would he think of intentionally missing his hand and letting me die of poison?"
Queen Midella curled her lips and said, "Gregory will not let you die by his hands, and what's more, he is more concerned about whether you are really poisoned or not."
"Of course I was really poisoned...cough." Emperor Reinhard coughed a few times, then looked at the queen with scrutiny, and asked, "I'm really curious, where did you find this poison?" A kind of poison that even Gregory can't recognize it?"
Queen Midella smiled lightly, but did not answer the emperor's question, but said, "Will you attend tomorrow's funeral?"
"Of course I will attend!" Emperor Reinhard said without hesitation, his eyes gleaming with a sinister light, "I want to see with my own eyes that my good uncle's reputation will be discredited and everyone will be betrayed!"
"Then you should rest early and recover your energy." Queen Midella casually confessed, and was about to get up and leave.
"Wait." Emperor Reinhard stopped her.
Queen Midella turned her head and looked at her husband with a little impatience. Although she didn't say anything, her eyes were already clear—what else do you need
Faced with his wife's rude eyes, Emperor Reinhard was not angry, but asked with a smile:
"I heard that the two little fellows from the northern border really made some tricks. If it weren't for us... hehe, maybe they would have been able to prevent the proposal from passing the Senate."
Queen Midella smiled disdainfully, and said: "The two whimsical little guys are just pretending to be smart. They don't know how deep the water in the Senate is, so they have such childish thoughts.
Don't worry, I have already taught them a lesson, and similar things will not happen again in the future. "
Emperor Reinhard nodded, and then asked: "So you still insist on letting Vera inherit the title of Duke of the North?"
"Yes."
"But you can also see that Vera is not an easy character to be controlled. Why not choose Joyce?"
Queen Midella snorted softly, and said: "Joyce is indeed easy to be controlled, but we may not be the ones who control him by then! Don't forget the lesson of the East, you want the North to also fall under the control of the church." in?"
"Joyce is only ten years old. There are still eight years before he becomes an adult. Let alone whether he will continue to have a good impression of Archbishop Adjani after such a long time. Even if he really marries her, I am sure. Deal with this woman.
But Vera... Hehe, your brother picked a good husband for her! "
"Are you worried about Colin Angelet?" Queen Midella narrowed her eyes with a thoughtful expression.
"Yes." Emperor Reinhard nodded, and said solemnly, "This knight from the north... I can't see through it. Many times he faced extremely bad situations, but he managed to resolve them without any risk. And some of the methods used, even I didn’t understand.”
Queen Midella was silent for a moment, and then said: "I understand your concerns, but Colin can be won over."
"you sure?"
"Sure."
"Just based on the story he told our son in Silvermoon City back then?"
Queen Midara nodded firmly.
However, Emperor Reinhard was not infected by his wife's self-confidence. He twitched the corner of his mouth and shook his head: "Do you want to hear my opinion?"
Queen Midella didn't speak, as if she didn't want to listen, but she didn't move either.
Emperor Reinhard smiled slightly, and continued: "I think Joyce can be promoted to the position of Duke of the North, and then let him be engaged to Judy..."
"No!" Queen Midella interrupted immediately after hearing her daughter's name.
"Why not?" Emperor Reinhard's face darkened instantly.
Queen Midella said word by word: "I will not let my daughter become a victim of politics!"
"Marrying Joyce is a sacrifice?"
"No, it has nothing to do with Joyce." Queen Midella's eyes flickered, "All marriages that cannot be decided by themselves are tragedies, and of course they are sacrifices."
Emperor Reinhard seemed to be annoyed, and asked: "So, our marriage is also a tragedy?"
Empress Midara looked into her husband's eyes coldly, and after a long while said calmly:
"Is not it?"
Emperor Reinhard's breath suddenly became quicker, and an unnatural redness appeared on his face. He stared at his wife firmly, his eyes full of anger, unwillingness, and naked possessiveness.
Empress Midara stood there expressionless, as if she hadn't noticed her husband's gaffe, and she didn't speak again until the other party calmed down a bit:
"Your Majesty, don't forget our common aspirations. That is the truly precious thing, the goal that is worth pursuing and achieving with our lives.
Instead of being immersed in the boring love between men and women, entangled in whether I love you or not. "
"You're right, my queen." Emperor Reinhard seemed to have finally calmed down, and said in a flat tone, "Since you think you can control Colin, you'd better prove it to me, what I don't want It's just a casual sentence."
"Okay." Queen Midella nodded slightly, then turned and left.
Emperor Reinhard stared at the receding graceful back of the other party with complicated eyes.
(end of this chapter)