Konstera had never been so anxious - she almost thought that her brother would not have offspring.

Although they were siblings in the same palace, they were separated when they were infants, and they were reunited after more than ten years, but the love and sensitivity of blood relatives were always unquestionable. There was always something different about the Medici, some good, some bad, the good ones are not to men, the bad is that he is serious about everything—when he was still a priest, he was really not close to women (nor men) like a saint; When he was tempted by Borgia, he firmly chose to renounce the priesthood and return to the thorny path of his family, swearing to Constena that he would never let his children become illegitimate and never be able to say his surname openly.

Knowing that he had been deceived and betrayed, Constena's heart seemed to be torn apart, this was her brother who had unified the palace, and she was constantly remorseful, if it weren't for her desire to take back his brother from Cardinal Picromini, to regain the decade or so they had been missing, and for her own little selfishness, of course, she wanted her brother to become the Medici's parent, or, possibly, to revive the Medici family when Giulio. When the Medici revealed that idea, she silently gave all the support she could.

But if she had known that things would turn out the way they were, even if there was a crack in the ground and Hell beneath the crack, she would have rushed over to separate them, and if she couldn't, she would have grabbed Borgia and jumped down with her.

When she met Giulio in Brest, God, is this still her lovely brother, even when Charles VIII invaded Italy and the Medici family was expelled from Florence, he was emaciated, covered with scars, from soul to body, from that day on, guilt and anxiety tormented Constine day by day, and after returning to Florence, the inner palace, she looked at her toddler son, and remembered what Julio had described to her before - the family happily lived in the old Medici mansion, husband and wife are harmonious, there are many relatives, and the footsteps of children are snapping in every corner of the palace...... She couldn't hold back her tears. Just as she was about to talk to her husband about sending her youngest son to Julio to comfort him, someone came to tell her that her brother not only had a son, but that this son was about the same age as her youngest son!

Platuo was about forty miles from Florence, and it only took two hours for the carriage to drive quickly. The Medici couldn't wait, she kissed her husband viciously, dragged his horse from him in a daze, lifted her skirt and stepped on it, and galloped for more than an hour to reach Pulato.

The place they had agreed upon - it was also a branch of the Medici family in Plato, a particularly peaceful house, there were not many rooms, but the house was almost completely obscured by dense vegetation, it was June, and the flowers were in full bloom, and Konstera did not notice this at all, she gasped and climbed up to the third floor without stopping, and while she was still in the corridor, she heard the cry of a baby.

Constena immediately pushed open the heavy wooden door and rushed in, in the past, the first to fall into her eyes must have been Julio, but today was an exception, the first thing she saw was the child who was sitting at Giulio's feet sobbing, she threw herself over, knelt on the ground, and looked at the child carefully—great, he looked so much like Julio, little black curly, perhaps because it was still a short relationship, the degree of curly was much more obvious than that of his father, and the apple was as red as red, With tears still hanging from his swollen cheeks, perhaps the first time he saw Constena, and feeling strange, little Cosimo forgot to cry for a moment, staring at the person in front of him with wide green eyes, and pursed lips slightly open, revealing pearl-like baby teeth and small pink tongues.

He was not restrained by swaddling clothes, he was wearing a woolen robe that Constena looked really rough, and sat on a round silk blanket with his legs apart, the crimson silk blanket lined his fat and bulging feet like milky white porcelain jars from the far east, because he had just been "bullied" by Julio, he turned his back angrily, and pointed his ass at his father, but a small round fist still tightly pinched the corner of Giulio's black regular clothes, and he clung so tightly that his clothes were wrinkled.

Constena snapped, clapped her hands on her chest, and then clasped her fingers together and began to murmur thanks to God.

Her actions startled little Cosimo, he looked at his father, and found that he had no intention of taking himself away, and felt unsafe, so he stood up by grabbing the corner of his regular clothes, and then hugged Giulio's calf, and waited for a while, and found that this unscrupulous father was still motionless, he began to climb up on his knees, until he climbed up to Giulio's lap, and drilled into Giulio's arms, but just now Giulio was reading a book, and the book occupied his place, and little Cosimo spat angrily at the book, Continuing to climb the steps with Julio's bent elbow, Constina's stunned gaze made him step on Giulio's shoulder, and just as he was ready to storm the peak, Julio raised his hand and pulled him down.

Constena screamed and quickly reached out to catch it.

"Ball!" She scolded a foul word without the slightest ladylike demeanor, and glared at Giulio: "He's your son!" ”

"A natural little Assasin," Ezio said approvingly, "look at his innate skills!" ”

So there was one more person who was glared at by Constina.

"Man!" She shouted contemptuously.

Constena sat in the chair with little Cosimo in her arms, but little Cosimo didn't want to be hugged by her at all, and when he saw his father, he twisted his body and stretched out his hand to him - little Cosimo was also a special child, he would cry when he felt dependent, but when he found that he didn't have it, he didn't spend his energy on crying, but used it all for struggling, he was just over a year old, but he was as strong as a donkey - at least Constena thought so.

Constena had no choice but to let go and let him happily throw herself into the arms of her "evil and irresponsible" father.

The mistress of the Neri family had to temporarily pour out her anger on Ezio, who stood by and fanned the flames: "Let the devil pick your feet!" She exclaimed, "...... Little ......" she looked at Julio.

"Cosimo." Giulio obediently cleared the way.

"You don't want to beat little Cosimo's idea!" "One Giulio is enough, look what you've taught him (here Ezio touches his nose weakly, should he say that Giulio reverts to his original outfit after entering Italy)," Cosimo Jr. I'm going to bring back to Florence—he should grow up like a prince, healthy, rich, and do whatever he wants," she lowered her voice slightly: "A Medici should have lived." ”

She looked at little Cosimo, who was muttering in her father's arms, "Maybe there's ...... ...... as it should have been Status. ”

Ezio accurately caught the last word, "Status?" ”

"Well," said Constena, "that's what I'm going to discuss with you......," she said, glancing at little Cosimo again, and if the thought had been in a state of chaos when she hadn't seen little Cosimo - it became all the clearer now.

"Tell me," Constna said to Giulio, "what were your original plans?" ”

Giulio squeezed Cosimo Jr.'s hand as he pondered the true meaning of Constina's question: "...... I can't resign from the priesthood......" he said: "In that case, little Cosimo can't be by my side, at least not when he's a baby, I want to choose a pair of responsible parents for him, Medici's side branch, maybe I don't need to tell them the true identity of little Cosimo, as long as he can grow up healthy and safe, I will also go to see him in the future, if he can be inspired, we may be able to work together for a while, if not, then he can find a girl he likes, start a family, Breeding, that's good too. ”

"That's all?" Constena asked.

"Of course, whatever he chooses." Julio said softly, "He will have my support, whether in the Holy Court or in the world, he will be above thousands of mortals." ”

"In that case," she said, "let's make his beginnings easier." ”

She turned to Ezio, who was leaning against the door, looking bored, "Remember Bianca?" She said, "It's not the Bianca of the Medici, it's the Bianca of Riario." ”

Ezio straightened, "What's wrong with her?" ”

"She's going to marry Giuliano."

Ezio pressed his forehead: "Don't tell me it's that Giuliano." ”

"It's that Giuliano, Giulio's brother and I, who has the same name as our biological father, Giuliano. The Medici, apart from Joe and Julio, were the only male heirs of the Medici line. ”

"Damn it!" Ezio exclaimed, "Isn't she going to make a vow to be a nun?" ”

"Shut up, Ezio, shouldn't you be happy to hear this? She's calling you Daddy Ezio! ”

"I ......"

"Wait!" Julio raised his hand to signal a timeout, his face was straight, and little Cosimo on his knees also seemed to sense something, and his expression became serious, so two beautiful faces, one big and one small, looked at them together, which was really stressful.

"Can you tell me from start to finish and let me understand what's going on?"