Ravenna's palace remained the same as it had been, but it was even more desolate when the enraged Valentinians expelled a large number of courtiers.

Valentinian probably thought he was the unluckiest wretched creature in the world, and the news of Luga's accession to the throne in Constantinople really surprised him before he could cover his ass in Ravenna.

Obviously, he was faced with another deception, especially when he had not yet calmed down under the walls of Dirağium, and those things that belonged to him were taken away by the "thief" and "liar" at an alarming speed.

He didn't even have time to react, which was indeed something to be thankful for, but Flavis. Luga was left with nothing but surprise, and it was better for him to watch what he had always dreamed of being taken away little by little.

But the blow was like a sharp thorn, digging deep into his chest like a nail, piercing his heart.

Valentinian sat on his throne stunned, afraid that the world in front of him was no longer what he was familiar with. He sat alone on a mess, cold, peaceful, so silent that he could even hear his heart beating slightly, proving that he was still alive.

Looking at the overturned fruit bowl on the ground, the clothes scattered all over the ground, and the oil lamps that fell on the ground gradually extinguished the last fire, there was no light in the hall at this time, and Valentinian opened his eyes to see a dark nothingness. I sighed in my heart that this is fine, the wonderful curtain of darkness hides the chaos that he has given him, but it answers the sentence that out of sight and out of mind.

He drove away the courtiers, scared the maids away, and indeed gave himself a clean life. But why, such a cold darkness is so suppressed that it makes me more painful, and the pain that has been suppressed because of venting is now surging back to my heart again. It was like an unrelenting army, impacting the fragile defense line in his heart over and over again until it collapsed.

Valentinian held the left side of his face and tilted his head, tears running down the corners of his eyes, running between his fingers and wetting his palms.

Maybe at this moment, he really calmed down, it's hard to imagine that if he recalled the past romantic and suave self who was willing to fall for revenge on others, he would be mad?

But fortunately, I understood some truths, at least I held back my tears, and I didn't easily leave them in front of the world. He tried his best to restore his dignity as Augustus, who had long been the laughing stock of others, after all, he had nothing left but his verbal dignity.

In his right hand, he held a clenched envelope of ornately framed parchment, which belonged to the special supplies of the Purple Chamber, and was painted with lifelike patterns that were pleasing to the eye, but the contents of it were like sharp knives, piercing out of the beauty and gentleness of the past, and scribbling beyond recognition.

Yes, his wife, Augusta Lickinia, chose to divorce him.

He didn't understand who it was beneficial for him to have so much Likinia, and he wanted to know the answer to this matter, no matter how stupid he was, even if he was a child with low intelligence, he should be abandoning his wife who had been with him day and night It was a sad thing.

Whether he should save this political marriage, whether he did it or not, I'm afraid he didn't even think about it. Maybe the pain made him numb, or maybe he knew that all this was just his own fault, and he deserved whatever the result, so he was relieved to think about it.

"Caesar..."

There was a call outside the door, a dull voice mixed with doubt and courage. He must have seen the temper of this wayward Augustus, so he was not sure what would happen if he reported to him at this time after he was angry.

It took three more calls for Valentinian to wake up from his fugue dream, and he sighed lightly and looked up at the darkness in front of him, which came from the front door.

"Come in, my faithful and brave servant!"

Valentinian had remembered his duty, at least he wasn't useless.

"Squeak..."

The door was pushed open, but the light outside gave a little light to the small chaos, and everything became clear.

"Oh my God, my God."

The courtier was stunned at the chaos in front of him, following the end of the light, the end of the mess, on which Valentinian sat upright, squinting at him.

It was rare for Valentinian to be so calm, and the courtier finally mustered up the courage to hold a parchment scroll in both hands, and stood on tiptoe to avoid the mess and come to Valentinian.

Holding it in both hands, he carefully handed it into Valentinian's hands, and he trembled the whole time, who could know why he was so nervous?

"Light a fire for me." Valentinian whispered, "You must know that even Augustus could not read in such a dimly lit room. ”

"As you wish, Caesar."

The courtier did not dare to hesitate, he hurriedly picked up the oil lamp that had fallen beside him, refilled it with oil and lit it, and approached Valentinian, the faint light of the fire was just enough to read. Valentinian wondered who had sent the parchment and how it could be so long, as he slowly opened it.

"What greed..."

In the darkness, Valentinian's dry laughter was heard, and he held the parchment in his hand, laughing helplessly through the firelight.

"What's the matter, Caesar..."

I had never seen Valentinian look like this, and the courtiers were very curious, and couldn't help it, so they said more.

"My sister, she must not feel our love, so she resents it..."Valentinian sighed helplessly, and then asked, "Does Lord Aetius know about this?" ”

"Why do you ask?"

"After all, he is a soldier commander, and he still needs to discuss such a major matter, give me... Ha, I can't decide anything, you can't force an eagle to catch a rabbit for you. ”

"He already knows about this, so he wants to ask Caesar what you mean, after all, Augustus is you..."

"What a faithful and reliable bastard." Valentinian sneered, "If he can be as faithful and reliable as he is now, then I won't miss out on Constantinople." Forget it, don't mention it again, looking back on the past will only make me fall into a nightmare and can't extricate myself. Summoning Aetius into Ravenna, I will discuss the matter with him personally. ”

The courtiers saluted and couldn't help but breathe a long sigh of relief, but fortunately, Valentinian didn't want to be angry at the beginning, and he also saved himself from the pain of a meat meal.

After experiencing this storm, perhaps Valentinian recognized his fate and perhaps understood a lot of truth at this moment, but whether he chose to continue to fight against his unwilling fate or give up resistance and go with the flow, everything is only clear to the ill-fated Augustus.