[Slow Wear] Assassin System

your mother will always be your mother

The square is as warm as spring, surrounded by countless symmetrical fortresses and high-rise buildings. These towering and gorgeous buildings have a similar style, and their proud appearance does not conceal the ancient years. They are so huge, even if they are surrounded by this A square is just a corner among the layers of palaces.

And it is such a building, and only such a Kremlin can complement its only owner.

The queen dragged her long skirt, which was the iconic blue and white of the Ursus royal family. She walked on her own path without looking sideways. Her figure was as proud and noble as an eagle, and her shoulders and neck were like a swan. Snow-white and graceful, the heavy golden crown is pressed on the meticulous golden bun, piled with precious stones, the thick cloak and skirt hang down together, and it is decorated with griffin patterns holding half swords and round shields.

Behind the empress is the Prince of Moscow. The young man who has just grown up does not have a strong figure. He is tall and thin. He is also wearing a blue and white dress and a royal cloak. However, this young man's quiet face is inevitably green. , but there is more than gentleness, but not enough majesty.

The crowd was cheering, and everyone was looking at their king. In front of such an emperor, the just-adult Prince of Moscow looked bleak, and people still habitually regarded him as the queen's child and vassal.

Everyone knows that this is the crown prince, but no one subconsciously regards him as the future emperor.

Miao Xuan silently looked at the Empress and Vladimir walking in the sea of ​​flowers, feeling almost absurd helplessness in his heart.

The first target was indeed Olga I.

In this world, the three targets are Xuanxin's mother, half-brother, and the mother's lover and brother's father, the elector.

What a complicated and simple relationship, just seeing these can make you think of a complicated drama with twists and turns.

The context of this world is [Pengcheng Wanli], which can indeed refer to Olga I, the empress who has made great achievements through the ages; this context may also refer to Vladimir, if he ascends the throne one day , probably able to continue the glory of the mother.

Miao Xuan figured it out a little bit, he thought of the hero's request [enduring humiliation, recklessness, late blooming]. Finally kill the queen, or add another brother.

There will be such a request, so what kind of tough and decisive heart does the assassin hero Han Xin have under his suave and romantic appearance?

There is no one in the background information of "The Stars Shining". Miao Xuan only knows that this hero has been burdened with shame for several years, and finally achieved great success, which is admirable.

But... Is it worthwhile to endure humiliation for decades and build a foundation in this world of interstellar dynasties?

Intrigue and exhaustion, and then ascend to the throne and take Ursus as a responsibility on his shoulders, becoming an emperor... Is this the experience he wants?

Miao Xuan looked at the beautiful and blooming flowers in front of him. He heard people cheering one after another. The queen and her son had already reached the end of the square. .

But at this moment, the queen turned her head, she looked towards Miao Xuan's direction almost instinctively, after a short moment, she realized her abnormality, so she simply turned around generously, looked around everyone, He smiled and nodded, as if thanking them for coming.

The crowd cheered almost like a tsunami, and everyone thought the Queen was watching them.

Miao Xuan raised his head amidst the cheers of the crowd, and he saw the distant sky connecting the rolling snow-capped mountains, the clear and clear blue and white laying out and extending, and he couldn't see the end and couldn't distinguish the boundary.

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Vladimir climbed up the high steps, and the golden light from behind the altar shone directly on his face and body, making his vision white, and he could hardly see the crowd kneeling under the steps clearly.

"Vowa, lower your eyes, ignore it, get used to it, they are just your foil." The mother's voice sounded beside her, "The emperor and the brilliance are inseparable, anyone can despise it as dazzling, only you can't."

"Yes, mother."

So Vladimir followed his mother's example. He turned around and watched the archbishop in red praising God and the emperor.

After a long hymn, the archbishop walked up to the high platform holding the cushion of the small crown. The queen smiled and said softly, "Vova, kneel down."

Vladimir knelt down on the cushion, and the empress picked up the small crown. She placed it firmly on the top of Vova's head, and announced loudly: "My subjects, in the glory of the Lord and the ancestors, I declare, The Prince of Ursus before me, Vladimir Ivanovich Romanov, will be the future emperor of Ursus."

The crowd kneeling at the foot of the steps stood up led by the archbishop. They chanted the names of the queen and the prince, and raised their glasses together, wishing them health and glory.

The two female officials stepped forward and presented drinks to the royal mother and son. Olga I picked up a wine glass first, and Vladimir picked up another glass immediately.

The queen raised her glass: "For Ursus."

"For Ursus!!!"

Everyone is responding to her, their voices gather together, and they gather together to form a mountain and a tsunami. Thousands of glasses filled with golden liquid reflect a dreamlike light under the bright lights. They are lifted together, like Countless torches.

Vladimir was dazzled, he wanted to lower his eyes, but at this moment he was surrounded by light, and he had nowhere to escape.

The eyes of countless people are more dazzling than the light of wine glasses and lamps. This kind of glory is the sharpest blade in the world. Vladimir wanted to see his mother beside him, but he knew that his mother would never give him any more sight; He looked at his teacher as if asking for help. There seemed to be tears in his teacher's eyes, but it was a proud and undeniable gaze. This Duke is full of ambition.

The people in the Notre Dame Cathedral came forward in batches. They bowed to the royal mother and child, and couldn't wait to report their names. This ceremony lasted for a long time until everyone had finished their audience.

But this is not the end. After the audience with the dignitaries, the queen took Vladimir to meet the media. They carried the manuscripts they had already written on their backs and maintained a perfect posture under countless cameras.

By the time all the public sessions were over, Vladimir's clothes were already drenched with sweat, and he could barely hide his exhaustion.

However, there will be a dinner after the public session. In these two closely connected sessions, Vladimir only has four 10-minute breaks, and during this time period, he has to take care of tedious things such as makeup.

In the lounge, the queen was drinking tea leisurely. She didn't seem to be troubled by these affairs at all. On the contrary, she was very restrained and calm.

Vladimir looked down at the desserts in front of him, once again losing any interest in these cold pastries, and during this time he recalled countless times his fleeting, happy memory of fleeing, maybe it was The only free time in his life.

He didn't understand why his teacher wanted Alexei wanted?Even my mother agreed to this...

"Vova, what are you thinking?"

A friendly voice sounded in Vladimir's ear, and Vladimir raised his head subconsciously: "Mother."

The queen looked at him with a smile that was just right and gentle: "My child, are you tired?"

Vladimir also laughed: "It's a bit... But mother has to deal with many more occasions than this, it must be very hard usually."

"This is the work that an emperor should have. I don't feel tired, but today is a special day..." The queen put down the teacup, "Anna, I want to take a rest, I will leave the urgent notice to you .”

The female officer bowed and quickly led the maids in the lounge to retreat. Vladimir was startled, and he suddenly realized—his noble mother had something to say to him alone.

When only the mother and child were left in the lounge, the queen picked up another plate of berries and picked them gracefully. She didn't mean to taste them, but just randomly crushed these brightly colored little things.

"Vova, you have grown up. From today onwards, you are the real crown prince, my legal successor, the prince of Ursus, and the prince of this galaxy."

Vladimir straightened his back involuntarily: "Yes, mother."

The queen nodded: "Then, from today onwards, I will treat you as a prince, not a little prince. You understand what I'm talking about, right?"

Vladimir subconsciously felt ominous, and he said dryly: "...my honor."

"Excellent, then listen carefully—you are the successor of Ursus, so you must have the qualities necessary for a king. At the same time, I am no longer a mother in front of you. From now on From now on, I will only be your emperor."

Olga I took out a handkerchief and wiped her fingers: "Your teacher, no, your mentor, Prince Saltykov, is secretly planning to assassinate me. He wants to put you on the throne to replace me. He has a very clever idea. You are an adult. Yes, you have appeared in front of the Ursus, your legitimacy has been affirmed, and he still retains a little bit of military power. My army is suppressing the rebel army, and there are not many royal guards left. This is really the best time."

"What? What are you talking about?" Vladimir could hardly understand his mother's words at this moment, and he asked, "Are you joking? Teacher, he would never do that!"

The queen was not angry because of his rebuttal, she was still the same, calm and gentle: "Really? Vowa, it's impossible? Look at you now - you trust him, you trust him so much, he can easily manipulate you , compared to me, the monarch who has been depriving the right of electors all this time, isn't you, a weak young monarch who was trained by him, the best substitute?"

Vladimir lowered his head subconsciously. He didn't dare to look into his mother's eyes. He just stared at the handkerchief on his mother's hand. The berry juice dyed it a shocking scarlet.

Is what the queen said true?It should be true. Since she was a child, this mother has never said a single lie, trying to keep it as true as possible in front of her children. This is all her thin maternal love.

"Saltykov will try his best to get rid of all those who have influenced you, and he must ensure that you will be on the throne." The queen folded her handkerchief slowly, and calmly revealed the second shocking secret, "The Starhunter who sent you back, that good and handsome boy... Well, Alexey Xuan, don't you? Do you know why your teacher killed him?"

Vladimir raised his head abruptly: "Why."

"Because he is your elder brother, who has been separated for many years. When he was three years old, I thought he died in an air crash with King Lyudmila II, but who would have thought that this child survived, God bless you."

The queen's slender fingers pressed on the diamond-shaped handkerchief, and the fine white lace made her fingers beautiful like a work of art: "Saltykov would not be willing to make such a change. I agree with his arrest, because I I also want to find this child, my people are mixed with the hunting team, I told Saltykov that I approve of the assassination of that child, alas..."

Vladimir has been shocked by these two secrets today, he can only subconsciously repeat: "Alexey... is my brother?"

"Oh, my poor child." The queen stood up and lovingly touched Vladimir's face, "Look at you now, this is the disadvantage of trusting a courtier too much."

Vladimir stared blankly at the queen, he had an intuition that something was wrong, but he couldn't think now.

"I won't make things difficult for you, poor Vowa." The queen laughed, "Next, you will also go out with the army and go to the front line for me. My military power will be handed over to you. The honor of suppressing the rebel army belongs to you. For a while, I will kill Saltykov and his henchmen, and I leave all choices to you."

"Whether you choose to unite with your teacher, kill me and ascend to the throne immediately, and then become a puppet emperor who cannot be separated from you; or wait for the honor at your fingertips, a smooth transition in the future and authority without interference-everything is up to you."

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Anna waited for 10 minutes outside the door of the lounge, and then the queen walked out of the room gracefully. She handed Anna a handkerchief dyed with berry juice, and at the same time took a brand new sky blue handkerchief.

"Let's go, Anna, I want to change clothes, the dinner doesn't need to be too formal."

Anna bowed slightly: "Yes, Your Majesty, what about His Royal Highness?"

Olga I looked sideways at the door of the lounge: "Wowa? His maids will plan for him...Forget it, go and talk to them."

"Yes." Anna replied again, she remained in a bowed posture, waiting for the queen to go first.

However, Queen Olga did not set off in a short time. She stood at the door, staring blankly at the exquisite relief on the door.

The emperor was absent-minded for a while, she lowered her eyes slightly, and then laughed again after a long time: "Oh, Vova and I are so similar...he has inherited my character, it seems that he will be a good person in the future successor."

"When I was his age, I was just like him, naive, childish, cute and sincere."

"Ha... Then let me teach him an unforgettable lesson that belongs to the heir."

The author has something to say:

Although the prototype of Olga I was Catherine the Great, Olga was really hard-hearted, her relatives did not recognize her, and she was very different from the prototype. Vladimir was also completely different from Ye Er's son.

Vladimir still hadn't tried the tricks of her own mother. Although the queen said everything was true, she concealed the truth that the Duke was her son's father, and that she was going to kill Brother Miao when she found him.

She doesn't care if she may be forced into the palace in the future, and she is not afraid of death, but she can't die too early, and as long as a smooth transition is ensured, she doesn't even mind being killed by her own son, which at least shows that the heir is as cold and decisive as she is , able to continue her political style to rule Ursus.

The only things Olga really valued were her power, her feats, and Ursus.