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The servants were frightened to death, but after hearing these words they felt as if they had been pardoned. They retreated even faster than when they came, not daring to delay for even a second.

"Haha." Tserwini laughed happily, pretending to be surprised, "Hey, Your Majesty, are you angry?"

"...That's all you can do, Tservini." George's eyes were sinister as he squeezed out these words from between his teeth, and then he burst into another earth-shaking cough.

The elegant queen seemed not to hear and continued chatting about family matters. "It seems that every time you see Catherine, you are always in a bad mood. How strange."

George's face turned red because of the difficulty in breathing. He looked at the handkerchief left by the servant on the chair beside the bed and wanted to take it to wipe his face. He struggled several times but couldn't sit up. His face gradually turned blue and black. After slowly adjusting his breathing, he spoke in a calm tone -

"Catherine is calm and wise. She is a qualified crown princess. I am very satisfied with her growth. It is better than... the lunatic you gave birth to." George forced a smile and looked at Tservini's changed expression with satisfaction.

"At least she didn't get into trouble all day, fighting with drunkards over women, and getting beaten to death by others. In order to protect his royal dignity, we had to fake the cause of his death, but in the end it was your good brother who took the blame. Is this your brother-sister relationship, Tservini? It's really touching."

George specifically hit on a sore spot, using the inglorious death of his eldest son to attack his own queen.

"What about my little Occam?" Tservini was no longer calm and asked harshly, "He is not like his big brother. He is so smart, humble, cheerful and lovable. Didn't you fail to protect him?"

"Ahem... protect him?" George laughed to himself as if he had heard a very humorous joke. "Is he my child, Tservini?"

"Every time I see his dark hair, I have to try my best not to vomit. I was kind enough to tolerate him growing up, but you actually wanted to send that kind of thing to the position of heir, so you can't blame me for being ruthless." King George showed a bloodthirsty smile.

But Tserweni did not give in this time. What Catherine said outside the door made her figure out something. For the first time, she straightened her back and refuted coldly, "What does it matter? I am the only daughter of Bishop VI. No matter who the father is, my child has the blood of the Bishop family and is qualified to ascend the throne!"

"You..." George's lips trembled with anger at her words, "You are so ashamed to mention that you are the blood of the Bishop family. You have enjoyed the glory and wealth of the royal family over the years, but what contribution have you made to the family, Queen?"

"As the queen, it is your most basic duty to continue the bloodline of the Bishop family, but how are you doing?" George looked at her with disgust and contempt.

"You gave birth to a lunatic, a bastard, and a... monster."

Tserwini's eyelids trembled violently, and she stared at George fiercely. The two of them were nominally husband and wife, but they wished they could eat each other alive.

"You are unfaithful and unfaithful..." George continued to accuse.

"What right do you have to say that, Your Majesty?" Zervini seemed to have remembered something pleasant and interrupted George without paying any attention to royal etiquette. "It seems that your eldest illegitimate child is only a few months younger than our eldest son."

She slowly got up, walked to the bed, picked up the handkerchief that George had always wanted to reach, and began to play with it in her hands.

"When I ordered them all to be executed, he was so scared that he peed his pants." The Queen sneered and admired George's even more gloomy face from a close distance.

George closed his eyes, controlled his chattering teeth, and sighed as if accepting his fate, "You win, Tserwini, you win..." He kept repeating, "If you want, you can still have a child. No matter who the father is, I will recognize him."

Tserwini pressed her belly subconsciously, her eyes dark. In order to give birth to that daughter, her body had suffered great damage and torture. She didn't want to suffer this anymore, and she would never fight with Catherine as George wished.

"It is not necessary, Your Majesty," said Tsering softly, "for I have discovered—"

"It would be more painful for you to have William's child inherit the throne than mine or anyone else's." They are the people who hate each other the most, but also the people who understand each other the most.

This really made George's emotions fluctuate again. A fishy and itchy feeling spread from his throat, but he suppressed it tightly. However, another kind of pain attacked from deep in his spine. He curled up hunched over on the bed, trembling constantly, but still stared at the woman in front of him, wishing he could peel off her skin and hang her on the city gate.

"How could I marry a vicious woman like you?" George cursed while trembling.

And Tserwini raised her eyebrows, as if she couldn't stand her husband's pretense, and directly tore off his disguise, "In order to inherit the throne, has your illness spread to your brain, George?"

George:…

"If you didn't marry me, what would give you the right?" Tservini sneered, "Your throne depends on your brother's concession and my sacrifice. If I had a choice, do you think I would be willing to marry you?"

"You've been jealous of William since you were little, and you've always imitated him, but I must say, you two are really different. Jealousy makes your imitations always distorted, and you'll never be as good as him." Zerwini took advantage of the victory and pursued, each knife stabbed George's heart fiercely. "Only that fool can't see it, and still thinks you two are good brothers."

She finally had enough of playing with the handkerchief and threw it to the ground.

"I really hope you can live a few more years. I would like to crown our princess with you, Your Majesty." She curled her lips, satisfied with her performance today.

George was no longer making any sound. He lay quietly with his eyes closed. If it weren't for the rise and fall of his chest, he would have looked like a withered corpse. Tserwini stood by the bed and quietly admired George's miserable condition for a while. Finally, she had absorbed enough of the day's emotions and left with a brisk pace.

The door closed and George opened his eyes again. He stared at the dark red potion stains on the bedpost for a long time, then pulled the bell rope at the head of the bed again, calling for the servant to come in and help him drink the medicine.

……

There was a crowd of people in front of the white Temple of Light. Countless pilgrims came from all over before the Festival of Light just to get a good spot when the festival begins. Many foreign ascetics had no money to stay in a hotel, so they slept on the white stone steps outside the temple. If they did not freeze to death, they could receive the Holy Communion from the temple the next day. If they froze to death, they would be quickly carried away, and their place would be immediately taken by someone else.

Bishop Quincy was absent-mindedly distributing Holy Communion, blessing the believers with a smile, and keeping an eye on the passing carriages, but he waited for a long time but the person he wanted to see did not appear. After a while, a priest in a white robe came up to him and whispered to him.

"The princess did not enter through the main gate, nor did she go to the main hall. Instead, she went directly to the Shining Moon Tower to visit the Saint."

The bishop's smile disappeared from his face.