Cesare sat by the bed and looked at his mother. Melanie had already fallen asleep, but her frown, which had always been caused by depression, could not relax at this moment. The years had left a mark on her face that was not very tolerant. Perhaps because she was too sad, her face looked much older than her actual age.

  She had been in poor health in recent years, and she was so excited to see Cesare just now that she was speechless. She held his hand and cried and laughed at the same time, and then she chattered on and on about a lot of random things, all about her health, her life, the Knights Templar, and the Papal Palace.

  Cesare didn't say much, he just listened, and then when the woman said she was tired, he said, "You should take a nap so that you can have some peace and quiet."

  It is true that he did not spend much time with his mother and their relationship was not very close.

  He was brought back to Lorenzo's palace when he was a child, and was raised by the butler and servants until he was old enough to enter the seminary, and began to live a life accompanied by books.

  Mother? He looked at the woman and saw her breathing gradually stabilize. It seemed that the relationship was too unfamiliar.

  After a while, Nephilim came. He pushed the door open and saw his mother asleep. He whispered to Cesare if he wanted to come out to his room.

  Cesare shook his head and stood up. "I should go too."

  Yes, he had been out for almost a day and the sky was beginning to darken. It was time for him to return to his huge Lorenzo Palace.

  Nefer pushed his glasses and said, "During the time when I go to Dark Whisper City, can you come to see her often?"

  Cesare looked at Nefere, surprised that the other party would ask him for such a favor.

  "I plan to take her out to live with me after I come back," Naifel said. "You can see that she is not living well here, not in terms of life, but in her heart."

  Cesare didn't know how to answer the question of finding a half-brother, as he had too little experience in this area.

  Nefertui accompanied him to the gate of Hasaro Palace. "We will set off in a few days, be careful," Cesare said suddenly.

  Nefer nodded, "I know."

  Cesare opened his mouth and said, "Take good care of...uncle."

  Nefer nodded again, "I know."

  What a strange and unfamiliar conversation, Cesare thought, he actually told his brother about an upcoming political event as if it were a family affair. And the other party simply nodded, as if he was just a brother from a market family discussing what to eat tomorrow.

  He got in the carriage and it sped towards Lorenzo's palace. Cesaro suddenly felt a little suffocated. He couldn't tell what the emotion that was stirring his heart was - that emotion made him feel strange and frightened. Then he opened the window of the carriage, and the cold autumn wind immediately blew into the carriage.

  Cesare slept uneasily, and his dreams kept coming back to him, always dreaming about a lot of messy things.

  The figure of a girl in red was like a ghost, shuttling through his dreams, and then the face of the Pope, the face of Melanie, and the scene of sitting on a griffin overlooking the royal city of Elima. The seminary in his childhood, the elderly bishops. Some of his peers called him a bastard of the Lorenzo family, but there were also old hands touching his young face - Cesare frowned, that was something he didn't want to recall, those old souls who swore to serve the goddess for life, but did such dirty things behind her back.

  His title of duke exempted him from enduring those things, and once he understood what those looks and touches meant, Cesare resolutely joined the Order.

  While he was wielding his sword and chopping off the heads of one dragon after another, what were those foolish and dirty bishops doing?

  He saw Qu Fuer.

  The other person was standing not too far away, with his hands hanging down and looking up at him.

  The woman left anyway.

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  Cesare thought to himself that he felt he was trying to keep her, but she just turned and left without understanding the situation.

  Recently he suddenly realized a funny thing, that is, even though he had intimate relationships with some women, he never tried to understand them. In other words, he never understood that woman at all, and why she left resolutely.

  Qu Fuer was like a delicate thorn, gently piercing his heart. Although it was not fatal, it would always prick him unexpectedly when he was not paying attention.

  This feeling made him feel particularly frightened. He was supposed to have no weaknesses and be indestructible.

  He took two steps forward and stretched out his hand, wanting to touch the man. "Can you stay with me and keep me company?" He opened his mouth, and what he wanted to say was actually this.

  However, the man fell to the ground like sand and then disappeared.

  Cesare woke up from his dream and looked around. Apart from his huge room, he was the only one there.

  Qu Fuer woke up. She looked at the gorgeous tent and the thin gauze wrapped around herself, and felt that all this was just an unrealistic dream.

  A maid came forward to bring her a basin of water for washing, and someone helped her dress and tie her hair.

  Naturally, she attracted everyone's attention. Royal relatives all sent invitations wanting to meet her, which made her feel nervous. Qu Fuer, an orphan from Elima, had no idea how to socialize in high society.

  The emperor did not invite her to live in the palace, but reopened her mother's princess mansion, cleaned it up, and then returned it to her. Jasmine would come to see her during the day, and occasionally A Jin and A Xiang would come, but after returning to Mingxia, they could no longer be as free as they were during the journey. When they saw Qu Fuer, they would also bow and respectfully call her princess.

  Fu'er felt uneasy, a kind of uneasiness that Moli, Axiang, and Ajin could not understand. As a stranger, she was suddenly brought to Mingxia, crowned as a princess, and served by everyone.

  Fortunately, Alan came. When she heard the maid say that General Alan Nuha came to pay a visit, she accepted it - this was what Jasmine taught her, that you should accept the other party's greeting as a matter of course, because your status is different from theirs.

  But when you were in Elima, you could obviously hug his arm and call him Uncle Alan affectionately.

  Qu Fuer thought about it, but she imitated Jasmine, stretched out her hand and ordered the other person to stand up.

  "I think you must be tired of staying in this garden." Alan said with a smile, "I heard from Jin that you looked gloomy and trembling."

  "It's all thanks to A Jin." Qu Fuer smiled bitterly.

  "Your Majesty wants to see you." Yalan said, "There was a drought in Shannan a few days ago, and the canal that Your Majesty personally supervised to build collapsed and caused the death of people. He was too busy, so he was delayed in seeing you."

  "It's okay." Fu'er waved her hands quickly, "I don't care, I don't care." She hoped that the emperor would never think of her again. It was like one day, she was walking on the street and someone told her that the Pope wanted to see her.

  Yalan sighed helplessly, "Fuer, now that you have come to Mingxia, you must adapt to this kind of life."

  Fuer looked at Yalan nervously, "But I'm not ready... I... I don't know anything."

  Alan patted her hands. "His Majesty will invite a few teachers for you, or if you want to learn something yourself, you can tell His Majesty. He is your uncle, and he will try his best to satisfy you no matter what you say."

  But Fu'er thought, what if I want to go back to Elima?

  Will he satisfy me too?

  She began to miss the days in Quewu, when she practiced with the dragon spear in the backyard and the girls in Quewu told her more or less the truth. After a while, Silver Dove twisted her body and came out of her room, with the sunlight shining on her honey-colored hair, making her so beautiful and shining.

  "Qu Fuer, could you please stop playing with guns and sticks? Let's see who you can marry in the future." Yinge's coquettish voice rang out, whether it was sincere or sarcastic, everything seemed so vivid.

  She missed Silver Dove, the housekeeper, Abe and old Firman... She even began to miss that person, and the longing made her heart ache uncontrollably.

  How strange, Qu Fuer thought, she should have returned to her real hometown, so why did she begin to feel a little homesick here?

  Silver Dove held Avenni in his arms, letting the young man move on him. Because of Lancer and Lindsay's engagement party, he drank some wine, which was rare, and made him particularly excited.

  She looked at the light on the ceiling. Even though her eyes were stinging, she still tried to keep them open. She moaned softly, accompanying Avni's movements again and again.

  "Today..." Yawenni changed Yinge's position. He asked her to turn her back and penetrated her fiercely from behind. "I heard some people talking about you today."

  Yinge finally understood the reason for his abnormality today. She turned back disapprovingly, "What are you talking about me? Are you talking about me being a bitch?" Her eyes were seductive, just like when they first met.

  "Don't look at me like that, Silver Dove." Yaweni turned his face away and grabbed Silver Dove's waist. "You are my wife now. You are no longer a whore. I want them all to know that you are no longer a whore."

  Yinge turned her head and felt that the heat in her body that was just there was slowly disappearing with the rhythm of the man - if words could kill.

  Yavni ejaculated inside her again, his weight pressed on her, like an unbearable burden, she sank deeply into the soft bed. Yavni kissed her ears and neck, "Silver Dove, you are my wife now, you only belong to me, right?"

  He couldn't see her face, so naturally he couldn't see her bland and perfunctory expression.

  "yes dear."

  "Don't get in touch with other men. I saw you dancing with Brother Lanser today." Yawenni's fingers hugged Yinge's waist, "I'll be jealous."

  Yinge quickly straightened up, "Honey, I didn't mean it." She wanted to explain to her husband that it was Lanser who took the initiative to invite him, but the young and immature young man buried his head between Yinge's breasts.

  "It's okay, just don't walk around the house. Just stay in your room when I'm not at home, okay?" His tone was so intimate.

  Silver Dove stared blankly at Yavni, and she suddenly realized that the man in front of her, the man who had become her husband, only regarded her as a precious pigeon, and moved her from the cage in the birdhouse to this noble cage.