The sunset stained half of the sky red, the clouds were like golden bread, and the orange sun hid behind the clouds, revealing half of its face. On the wide Suruz Canal, www.biquge.info white sails, there are merchant ships passing by. The docks and streets on both sides of the river look long and narrow, and people shuttle through them, busy with their livelihoods.

Caesar's face was stained with paint, he blinked, tilted his head, and asked, "Uncle Sebastian, how am I painting?"

Spread out on a piece of paper on the easel, Caesar paints with great care, but the brushwork is immature, and the scenery in front of him is crooked. Sebastian pondered for a moment and said, "Your Highness has drawn really well. ”

"Really?" Caesar's eyes were full of surprise.

"Yes, Your Highness can...... Be an Impressionist painter. Sebastian nodded, looking at Caesar's painting.

"Don't lie!" Caesar smeared paint from his finger on Sebastian's nose with a palpation.

"I'm not lying. In time. "Sebastian has a red nose on it, making him look like a circus clown.

Ivana looked at them intently. Caesar loves Sebastian and how good it would be if Sebastian could be his father. The thought of this made her heart beat fast and her cheeks burned.

"Whoa—did you hear me, my lord, Uncle Sebastian said I could be a painter!" Caesar cried out for joy and ran to Ivana's side, interrupting Ivana's thoughts. He clapped his hands, and the paint spilled on the ground and his clothes, and he rejoiced.

"Really? Caesar is amazing. Past emperors have had specialties, and you can choose to paint. "Naïve child. Ivana looked at Caesar's immature smile and felt a faint pain in her heart. This kid is so naïve, even Sebastian takes such polite words seriously, how will he be emperor in the future?

"My father's specialty is to use a war hammer, my brother uses a two-handed sword, and I hold a paintbrush, and the things I hold are getting smaller and smaller. Caesar pouted, "Mom, when can I learn to sword? ”

"No! The sword is too dangerous. Ivana's heart tightened, this child was too weak.

Caesar's face immediately elongated and he was depressed. He threw his hands behind his back, as if he had made a mistake.

You're not wrong at all, kid. It's your drunkard father who is at fault, and alcohol hurts him and you even more. Ivana crouched down and touched Caesar's cheek, and the little ghost turned her face away and wouldn't let her touch it. At the age of 12, he began to rebel.

"Lisa, take the prince to take a bath, and wait for dinner. "Ivana sent her maid and son away.

The lights of the inner city are on at the beginning of the day, and the sunset is in full harmony. Ivana stopped Sebastian, who wanted to leave, and her heart fluttered.

"Lord Regent, thank you for taking the time to accompany the prince. Ivana suppressed her voice, making her tone look majestic.

Sebastian bowed slightly, and said, "His Royal Highness the Second Prince likes to paint, and I think he has this talent." ”

Caesar was born in the shadow of his brother. Ivana shook her head lightly and said, "You shouldn't lie to him, he painted a mess." ”

Sebastian scratched his face and smiled, "Your Majesty, a child's imagination is a very precious creativity. He reveled in painting, reveled in his imaginary world, and got pleasure. ”

"No, he should know the truth and understand that he is not the material for painting. Ivana got angry at the mention of this, "Imagination? If he wants to govern the country in the future, he must know how to examine himself, and he must learn to distinguish lies." Her voice trembled.

Sebastian looked embarrassed, and he apologized: "I'm sorry, Your Majesty, I didn't expect ......"

What didn't you think of? I didn't expect Caesar to be emperor? Ivana blurted out: "You should be realistic, Sebastian, the eldest prince is still unconscious, and even if he wakes up, he is a cripple." ”

Sebastian looked at her in surprise, his face turned white, his lips squirmed a few times, and he couldn't answer.

"We're going to plan for the worst, aren't we?" Ivana quickly softened her tone. Sebastian was the drunkard's henchman, and I shouldn't have been so impulsive to tell the truth.

The honest regent lowered his head, lowered his eyelids, pondered for a moment, and sighed deeply: "Your Majesty, the last words of His Majesty the First Emperor are: I will be the regent until the eldest prince recovers or the second prince comes of age. It is indisputable that the eldest prince has the first line of succession. We have to do the best, and the scholars are trying to treat the Great Prince. ”

Damn, his first succession is meaningless, the country cannot let a crippled, comatose person govern. You don't want to be in charge. Ivana coughed lightly and replied, "You are nothing but a regent, just acting for the country. Please be clear about your position and responsibilities. ”

Sebastian nodded: "I know very well, Your Majesty, that I don't want to monopolize power. In fact...... I would like to unload my burden as soon as possible and travel around the empire to sketch and paint. ”

"Hey, you're having a hard time too. Ivana was overjoyed, and her tone softened, she didn't want to turn her face with the regent, "Please think about it: if Brandett has not recovered, and when Caesar is an adult, he is not ready to be emperor, what will happen then? We have to nurture him. ”

She put her hand on Sebastian's shoulder, feeling the temperature coming from under the fabric, she approached him and said, "Train him to be a worthy heir to the emperor." ”

Sebastian was silent.

The sunset has completely disappeared, and the night is like a curtain that has been lifted in the sky, completely obscuring the sun. The evening wind picked up, the breeze ruffled Sebastian's flaxen hair, caressing Ivana's face, and she smelled the fragrance of jasmine. The Lord Regent bathed with jasmine-scented spices, and she made a note of them.

After a long time, Sebastian nodded, his expression a little painful: "Yes, we must prepare with both hands." The second prince needs a better teacher, of course it is possible to learn painting, but there is a lot to learn. ”

"Yes, there are a lot of them. Do you have any good teacher recommendations?" Ivana deliberately asked Sebastian to recommend a candidate.

Sebastian frowned slightly and said, "Why don't we think about it from a different perspective." It's like building a castle, you need to climb high, so you need to build a staircase that is wide enough, so you can extend it, the material of the staircase, decide what material to use, and who to choose to build. In the same way, what kind of qualities and talents do the second prince need, what do they need to learn, and then what kind of teacher they choose. ”

Ivana nodded and asked, "What do you think Caesar needs to learn?"

Sebastian bowed slightly, and said, "Your Majesty, with all due respect. A beloved emperor first has a noble character, can know how to be sympathetic to the people's feelings, benevolence, and forgiveness. I think he learned to draw very well, painting can make people's eyes find beauty and feel beauty with their hearts. If he is interested in architecture, he can also study architecture, many buildings are expressions of strength and beauty, so that he can understand the laws of everything. A bachelor from the school city can be hired to teach him. ”

Damn, Caesar didn't go to be a bachelor, or an architect. Ivana was unhappy with Sebastian's answer, but she was patient and whispered, "What else does he need to learn?"

"I think the second prince can go to an ordinary farmer's house and study for a year and a half. Experience the hardships of people's livelihood. Sebastian blinked, "Let him get out of the city and see the world." ”

He is not a herd, nor is he a rice planter. "Go on. Ivana's tone became a little dissatisfied.

Sebastian didn't seem to notice it, and said the last thing Ivana wanted to hear: "Let him learn the sword." Learning swordsmanship allows him to protect himself. ”

"you Sebastian! you want to kill him!" Ivana finally couldn't help but scream, waving her hand and saying, "I don't have a problem with you letting him learn to draw, but he can't go on to learn architecture." Sebastian, he's not your child, he can't be groomed with the goal of becoming an architect!"

Sebastian fell to one knee and held back her roar with her head bowed.

"Let him leave Junshou City? go to an ordinary peasant's house for a year and a half? No, farm work will harm his health! Experience the hardships of the people's livelihood? Do you want him to follow the beggars to sleep under the trees and follow the sheep up the hill, and become like a dull-headed peasant?" she pointed to Sebastian's forehead and continued to curse, "Let him have rough skin and a tan all over his body, sit on the Thunder Throne, and discuss with the civil and military officials how to give birth to ewes?"

She sat down in her seat, saw the sword hanging on the wall, took it off in a huff, threw it on the ground, and stepped on it a few more times: "You still let him learn the sword! You know that he is weak! Do you want him to be like that drunkard and Blandett? He is protected by the Imperial Knight!"

Her chest rose and fell violently, and she couldn't breathe. She paced back and forth, like a lioness. Sebastian didn't say a word, pursed her lips, and let her go wild.

After a long time, she was angry enough, looked at the regent who bowed his head and was silent, and said, "Caesar is not an ordinary child, he is a prince." He needs far-sighted political wisdom, he needs the ability to discern lies and see the truth, he needs to know how to shoulder responsibilities instead of being obsessed with Impressionism, he needs to be ruthless enough that those cunning guys are afraid of him! Yes, he needs someone with enough political acumen to guide him, and he needs someone with courage to guide him! I want to let his grandfather into the palace!"

"Your Majesty, please think again. The regent bit his lip and looked like it was hard to say this, "Count Soros assists Duke Vincent in ruling the north. We need a solid north, and the Count is the right and left arm of Duke Vincent. ”

"What do you mean? I am also from the north, and that drunkard wants you to watch out for the north, even the prince's grandfather? Even I have to watch out?" Ivana felt humiliated, and in the end, Emperor Auguste Rudolph, whom she had loved so much, was always on guard against her, in other words, he had never loved her!

"My mind is set. Regent, you are only an agent of the royal family, and I am the queen!" Ivana waved her hand, "Whether you are willing to hand over the position of prime minister or not, my father must enter the palace!

"Get out!" she ordered the eviction.

Sebastian was silent, bowed, and left without saying a word.

Looking at his back, Ivana's regret came naturally. August never paid a blind eye to Caesar, let alone quarreled over the cultivation of Caesar.

He's like a father, dear Sebastian.