Two months have passed since the death of the eldest prince Diego. The prince who was originally going to inherit the banner of King Ogu and the Lion seems to have been forgotten by the world.
This includes the nobles of the ancient city, Queen Isabella, and even the nine principalities and seven alien races. The word "Diego" has now become a forbidden word, no one mentions it, and no one dares to mention it.
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"Will Medea attend the dinner?" King Fernando of Ogu asked loudly as he poked a piece of bacon with his fork.
"Your Majesty, the Sisai people are not made up of punctuality." The old attendant on the side replied.
Medea, after her husband died, locked herself in a stone tower. For more than two months, she did not step out of the door, let alone see anyone.
In the eyes of the servants, she was a poor unlucky girl. She left her hometown just to become a queen in the future, but she didn't expect that the eldest prince died tragically, leaving her in a dilemma.
But in the eyes of the nobles, Medea has already become a joke. Because in this world, beauty is the least valuable thing, and now she has lost all her beauty.
On the other hand, the second prince Benjamin is the smartest being. He has endured the status of his brother for many years, but he is the one who has achieved it the longest.
As for the fourth prince Midas, he is still far from being able to influence the situation. Although he is favored by King Ogu, who can guarantee that he will always be safe and sound.
Leaning against the bed, Medea took the hot towel from the servant, the exquisite snacks were warm, and the fragrant wine was as red as blood.
Not long after, she was the only one left in the room again. Medea was still leaning against the bed, like a sculpture that had remained unchanged for thousands of years.
A smile slowly appeared, and the hands hidden under the quilt were constantly stroking a thin mithril whip. This was the relic of the eldest prince Diego, and it was also her trophy.
The thin, silky whip was stained with body heat, passing through every inch of the skin, and finally stopped in the lower abdomen. The severe pain in the memory reappeared, and the scenes of the purgatory night seemed like yesterday.
Medea tied the thin whip around her waist, got up and got out of bed, and stood quietly by the floor-to-ceiling window.
Although the morning of the Harvest Moon was still sunny, the temperature was not as warm as before. A hint of coolness passed through the gaps, penetrated every pore, and finally slowed down the flow of blood.
Looking at the ancient city outside the window, Medea smiled brighter and brighter. Until now, she was living under this sky, in a land called King.
As for the so-called mental growth, some people die because of family ties, some people rot because of friendships, and some people dissipate because of love, but these are not worth the straightforwardness of death.
Death is the best teacher for many people. It can teach us what it means to be reverent, what it means to take risks, and what it means to be inescapable.
The most standard aristocratic etiquette was beautiful and solemn. Medea put on her own clothes and went to the dressing table that she had not touched for a long time.
Two months passed by in a flash. She vented all the hatred in her heart and readjusted her mind. Since she is still alive, she must live better.
The pink corset is tightened one by one, the snow-white pleated sleeves are lined with gold and silver threads, the dark purple dress is smooth and graceful, and the diamonds on the neck are dazzling.
Gently opening the door, Medea walked out of the stone tower under the astonished eyes of the servants. This was the first time she had gone out to relax in two months.
Medea always kept a smile on her face, and her pretty face swept away the gloom. Although the pleasure of revenge is intoxicating, real life always seems impatient.
She is very aware of her situation. There are only two roads before her. One is to return to the Principality of Xisai and become the laughing stock of everyone. The other is to choose to stay in Aogu City and try her best to gain a place for herself.<
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As she walked forward, she kept thinking. Medea finally stood outside the door, raised her hand, and then knocked.
The huge door was pushed open from the inside. Although the attendant was surprised, his movements were extremely smooth. Medea bowed and saluted, and walked slowly inside.
The sun shone on the throne, and some dust flew like elves, even more like the mask of the king. Fernando did not speak, or even showed any expression.
"The eldest prince is dead. If you don't want to stay here, I can send someone to take you back to the Principality of Cisse." Fernando said calmly.
"I married here, and this is the end. Your Majesty, please don't hurt another widowed person." Medea took a step forward and replied without hesitation.
"Tell me your plan and I will consider it." Fernando was a little surprised, because in his eyes, the other party was just a commodity, and the price was the eldest prince's life.
"Can I have lunch with you today? This is a widow's wish." Medea took a step forward again, but was instantly forced back by a pressure.
This feeling comes from the self-destructing vines on Fernando's arms. If the opponent dares to take another step closer, he will definitely end up in a bloody mess.
Fernando was always looking at each other, and Medea was also raising her head, without any hesitation. A burst of laughter echoed in the palace, Fernando stood up slowly, and took the lead to walk out of the huge door.
Kingfishers chirped and the fragrance of flowers filled the air. The two sat in a courtyard, and the table in the middle was filled with food. Fernando waved his servants away and even took off the sword from his waist.
He doesn't know what the other person is thinking, and he has no need to know. Eating, listening, and responding are so simple. There are too many things waiting for him to deal with. This so-called family matter is just a stumbling block.
Biting chicken legs and gnawing pig trotters. Fernando was like a lion, tasting his prey. Medea, on the other hand, sat quietly and raised her hand to take out her handkerchief.
A faint scent of fragrance flowed into his nose, and his delicate fingers crossed his face. Fernando stopped, while Medea was still wiping the corners of his mouth.
"Your Majesty, are you ready? Do you want some more wine?" Medea stood up and filled the wine glass. In the sunshine, she looked like the most elegant beauty.
"You are Diego's wife, whether she is alive or dead." Fernando's face was cold, no longer as pleasant as before.
"The dead cannot be resurrected. What you said is a bit overwhelming. I am just a woman and need a strong backer." Medea smiled, but did not take back her hand.
"This place is far more dangerous than you think. Return to the Principality of Cisse as soon as possible." Fernando picked up the wine glass and said calmly.
The two never spoke again, but Medea always looked attentive. Fernando didn't respond to this, but he didn't get up and leave either.
Under the sun, Medea showed off everything she had learned. She raised her hand to wave the fragrance, and bent down to seduce sin. When she turned around, her curves were even more enchanting, showing off the graceful posture of a woman.
Fernando was always watching the other party's actions. He was not a fool. How could he not understand this kind of teasing? And as a man, how could he decline a lady's invitation?
In the confusion, Fernando slowly stretched out his hand, but at this moment, a sharp sword was inserted between the two of them.
"Your Majesty, the dinner is about to begin." A warrior wearing leather armor walked out of the shadows with a gloomy face.