A luxurious carriage slowly drove into the gate of Venier with the crisp sound of bells, and more than twenty horsemen guarded the carriage to the left and right. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 infoThe civilians walking on the side of the road glanced at the voice, and at this glance, many people's eyes were firmly attached to the carriage. A golden family emblem shimmered in the blazing sunlight, it was the family emblem of Angelo's family! As the old owner of the city, people still have a lot of affection for Angelo.

Not every nobleman is a brutal ruler, the vast majority of nobles are very tolerant of their people, as long as there are no issues of principle and conflicts of interest, even if the nobles are not willing to approach the commoners, but they will not find an excuse to punish or treat them harshly. Every commoner is like a worker bee in a hive, their existence may be inconspicuous, but it is precisely the most crucial cornerstone of aristocratic rule.

Angelo's death, Sean's rise to power, and then Borson's rise to power, after so many dazzling things in a year, people here remember the stability and calm of Angelo's reign even more.

At this moment, the clan emblem hooked something sensitive in their hearts, and some old people burst into tears.

The curtain behind the carriage window was suddenly lifted, revealing long black hair and a delicate face. The nobles had all sorts of privileges, and the partners they chose were the best, and Angelo's wife was called Milone, and when she was young, she was also a beautiful girl who was quite famous in the city. There was once gossip that Angelo did not marry a girl from a noble family because of the existence of Mirona.

He was infatuated with Mirona, and gave up the marriage invitation of another nobleman for her sake, thus also giving up the opportunity to be promoted to the imperial capital.

At this time, when they saw Lady Mirona again, many people excitedly put down their work and followed the carriage.

Mirona, in the carriage, looked at the city and the people on the streets with a familiar but unfamiliar look. There is a faint sadness in his eyes, as well as a kind of remembrance and longing. After she married Angelo and had a child, she took the child to live in the imperial capital. In the imperial capital, their children can receive the most perfect education, and they can also get in touch with the top aristocratic circles. Mirona still remembers Angelo's words to her:

I must make our child a great nobleman, who should not be as idle as I am, but who should have greater ideals and ambitions. So I beg you to take him to the imperial capital and make him a great man too.

For Angelo's words, Mirona began to live separately from Angelo, until one day, someone told him that Angelo was dead.

She was stupid, and her omnipotent husband actually died at the hands of a villain in her eyes, which was a fact she couldn't accept. She cried about it and survived because she still had children. She didn't want to go back to this place, it reminded her of her husband she couldn't forget, but she had to come back too. Angelo's friends in the Privy Council told her that if she wanted her children to inherit Angelo's title smoothly, rather than allowing Angelo's brother to take the throne, she and her children would have to return to Venier.

Her children will become the new lord and will continue to rule the city, carrying on Angelo's will and title.

So she came and came back with the child, even if it was more grief.

The sadness that could not be dissolved in her eyes was distressing, and she forced herself to pretend that everything was over, and she reluctantly smiled, nodding and greeting the pedestrians on the side of the road from time to time, and a layer of mist had accumulated in her eyes.

When the carriage slowly stopped outside the lord's palace and the knights turned over and dismounted to protect Mirona and her five-year-old son in the middle, Borson, who had already received the news, had already greeted him.

Looking at Mirona's delicate face, Borson's eyes narrowed slightly. He was not a fool, and he knew very well that Angelo's widow and son suddenly returned to Venier at this special time for the purpose of seizing power. This cute little boy who is only a few years old and dressed in a modest formal suit is his worst enemy. Because this guy is the rightful successor and the rightful lord of the city, and he, Bolson, is just a "thief" who occupies the magpie's nest.

"I just got the news, please forgive me for being late. Bolson's face was impassive, he was very cultured, and every action was undetectable, even if his social status was only that of a "citizen". "On behalf of myself, I welcome Madame and your children home. ”

Mirona looked at the Lord's Mansion, which was so familiar that it couldn't be more familiar, leaving behind countless laughter and happiness, and a faint sneer appeared on her face, "Go home?", her sneer was quickly cleaned up by her, she looked at Borson, and bowed slightly, "Please take care of the entire city and our people during this time." She touched the soft hair on the child's forehead, and the great brilliance of motherhood flashed in her eyes.

She straightened up, her graceful curves making people look sideways, "Are we going to talk more here?"

Bolson was stunned for a moment, and showed an apologetic smile, "It's me who was rude, please come in." ”

Milona and her children entered the guest room of the City Lord's Mansion under the guidance of Bolson, the sarcasm on Milona's face couldn't help but emerge again, she looked around, smiling, but there was a faint hostility and indifference in her eyes, "Everything is not much different from when I left, it's just that none of the people here are known to me." She walked to the edge of the sofa and sat down, patted the sofa cushion, and her child walked over obediently, with a smiling face, indescribably cute, "Speaking of which, this is the first time I have stayed in a guest room!"

A soft nail made Bolson a little embarrassed, it stands to reason that the mother and son are the real owners of this lord's mansion, and he is the guest. But now, he lives in the master's room, but lets the real master live in the room. However, his face had quietly thickened after following Wren, not only was he not choked by Mirona's words, but he laughed loudly, "I'm a person who likes to try new experiences, and I think you should try it too, madam." ”

After speaking, he nodded and bowed slightly, "I am tired of the journey, I won't bother you, Madame, and we'll see you at dinner." After speaking, he left without looking back.

Looking at Borson's departing back, Mirona's body suddenly lost its strength and collapsed on the sofa, she gently stroked the child's shoulder, and a crystal clear tear quietly slipped down.

The boy immediately showed a nervous look, turned sideways and wanted to throw himself into his mother's arms, but the education he received in the past two years made him know that he must always maintain an aristocratic demeanor, so he could only resist the impulse and hold his mother's big hand, "Mom, why are you sad?

Mirona wiped away her tears and shook her head, looking at the child's face with a sense of determination, "Yes, my dear child. Your father and I have prepared one of the most beautiful gifts in the world for you, but this gift has been taken away from you, whether for you or your father, and I swear that I will take it back and give it to you completely. ”

The boy couldn't understand such a complicated dialogue, so he could only nod his head with a straight face, indicating that he had understood. This was what the court ceremonies taught him not to show his ignorance at any time.

On the other hand, Borson is also having a headache for the arrival of the mother and son. Obviously, he only has two options now, either give up the throne, return the reign of Venier to the mother and son, and pat himself on the ass and leave. Either find a way to make them disappear, or disappear.

The former is easy and difficult, it's easy to let go, but Wren will abandon him one hundred percent, and he knows Wren's character. In Wren's eyes, everyone is clearly marked, and at the same time, there is a bottom line in Wren's heart. As long as it is below this bottom line, it will be recognized as garbage by him, and he will be thrown into the garbage heap by Wren to fend for himself. He has not yet taken revenge, he has not completed his pursuits and ambitions, his lofty ideals are far from being realized, he can't let go, absolutely can't!

However, the second point is also difficult to do, when Mirona mother and son entered the city, almost the whole city was alarmed, and now he had to do not hurt them, but to protect them from any accidents. Otherwise, even if he didn't do anything, people would think that he was the one who did it. He had already seen the horror and power of human nature in Balatan and Venier, and if he wanted to do what Wren had told him safely, he must not go against the wishes of the majority.

How to choose between them has become an extremely difficult matter.

Bolton spent the whole afternoon agonizing over the matter, and there was no proper solution until dinner. It will not be possible to drag it out, once the people of the imperial capital come to Venier, they will inevitably force him to abdicate and then drive him away, and there is not much time left for him. Every minute, every second, is very important to him at this time.

What am I going to do?

In a trance, he seemed to hear someone calling himself, he was startled, came back to his senses, and looked at the mother and son on the long table, "I'm sorry, I was distracted, were you talking just now?"

Mirona picked up a napkin and dipped it on her red lips, she was only twenty-two years old, and she was still a girl technically. But her movements no longer have the liveliness of a girl, but show a solemn and elegant bearing.

"Yes!", she put down her napkin, "I just asked you, what do you think my children are going to rule the city, and what is missing?"

The atmosphere in the restaurant froze for a moment....... (To be continued.) )