Chapter 300 Sickness

After passing through the corridor, Queen Midela returned to her bedroom.

A faint sound of prayer came from the palace, rippling with the power to soothe people's hearts.

"Your Highness!"

The maids in front of the palace gate bowed down to salute and greet them.

"Is Gregory's Crown performing healing techniques for His Majesty?"

"Yes."

Queen Midela nodded and stood quietly outside the palace. After the prayer in the bedroom stopped, she stepped in again.

The platinum holy light has not completely disappeared, and it has cast a sacred and bright color on the bedroom.

"Your Majesty, are you getting better?" Queen Midela took a few steps and came to the bedside.

At this time, Emperor Reinhardt was leaning against the bed, his face was pale and his expression was depressed, and it was not the state that a powerful sixth-level knight should have.

"Thanks to Gregori's crown, I can feel my body slowly recovering." His tone also seemed weak, as if a gust of wind could blow away.

"Your Majesty, you are polite. This is mainly based on the brilliance of my Lord." Pope Gregori said with a smile.

The pope of the Glorious Church was standing in front of the emperor's bed, holding a white scepter in his hand, wearing a crown of thorns, and his eyes were very small. Moreover, due to his always smiling expression, others could not see his eyes changing at all.

"Praise my Lord! May His glory last forever!" Queen Midela praised, and then asked, "Gregori, has the cause of His Majesty found?"

The pope frowned and sighed, "Your Majesty must have been poisoned, but... I have never seen this poison before, so the treatment process is so slow."

A trace of disappointment flashed across Queen Midela's face, and then she thanked her again and sent the Pope out of her bedroom.

When there were only two couples left in the palace, Emperor Reinhardt suddenly laughed and said, "You said, when this old guy was treating me, would he think of deliberately making mistakes and causing me to die of poison?"

Queen Midela curled her lips and said, "Gregori won't let you die in his hands, and he is more concerned about whether you are really poisoned."

"Of course I'm really poisoned... Cough cough." Emperor Reinhardt coughed a few times, then looked at the queen with a scrutiny gaze, and asked, "I'm really curious, where did you find this poison? Even Gregori couldn't recognize it?"

Queen Midela smiled indifferently, but did not answer the emperor's question, but said: "Will you attend tomorrow's funeral?"

"Of course!" Emperor Reinhardt said without hesitation, with a vicious light flashing in his eyes, "I want to see my good uncle's reputation ruined and his family betrayal!"

"Then you can rest early and keep your spirits up." Queen Midela gave a casual explanation and prepared to get up and leave.

"Wait." Emperor Reinhart the Great called her.

Queen Midela turned around and looked at her husband with a little impatiently. Although she didn't say anything, her eyes were already clear - what else do you have?

Facing his wife's rude gaze, Emperor Reinhardt was not angry, but asked with a smile:

"I heard that the two little guys from the North have really made some achievements. If it weren't for us...haha, maybe they could have prevented the proposal from passing the Senate."

Queen Midela smiled disdainfully and said, "Two whimsical little guys are just smart. They don't know how deep the water in the Senate is, so they have that kind of childish thoughts.

Don't worry, I've taught them a lesson, and similar things will not happen again in the future."

Emperor Reinhardt nodded and then asked, "So you still insist on letting Vera inherit the position of Duke of the North?"

"Yes."

"But you also see that Vera is not a character that is easy to control. Why not choose Joyce?"

Queen Midela snorted and said, "Joyce is indeed easy to control, but we may not be the one who controls him at that time! Don't forget the lessons of the Eastern Realm. Do you want the Northern Realm to fall into the control of the church?"

"Joyce is only ten years old. He has eight years of adulthood. Not to mention whether he will continue to have a good impression of Archbishop Ajiani after so long. Even if he really marry her, I am sure to deal with this woman.

But Vera...Haha, your brother has chosen her a good husband!"

"Are you worried about Colin Angeles?" Queen Midela narrowed her eyes and looked thoughtful.

"Yes." Emperor Reinhardt nodded and said solemnly, "This North Knight... I can't see through it. Many times when facing extremely bad situations, he actually resolved them without any danger. And I didn't even understand some of the methods used."

Queen Midella was silent for a moment, then said, "I understand your concerns, but Colin can be fought for."

"Are you sure?"

"Sure."

"Just based on the story he told our son in Silver Moon City?"

Queen Midela nodded confidently.

However, Emperor Reinhart was not infected by his wife's confidence. He only glanced at the corner of his mouth and shook his head, "Do you want to hear my opinion?"

Queen Midela didn't say anything and seemed to want to listen, but she didn't move her steps either.

Emperor Reinhardt smiled slightly and continued, "I think Joyce can be pushed to the position of Duke of the North, and then, get him engaged to Judy..."

"No!" Queen Midela immediately interrupted after hearing her daughter's name.

"Why not?" Emperor Reinhart's face suddenly became gloomy.

Queen Midela said word by word: "I will not let my daughter become a victim of politics!"

"Marrying Joyce is sacrifice?"

"No, it has nothing to do with Joyce." Queen Midella's eyes flashed. "All marriages that cannot make decisions on their own are tragedies, of course, sacrifice."

Emperor Reinhardt seemed to be angry and asked back, "So, our marriage is also a tragedy?"

Queen Midela looked at her husband's eyes coldly, and then said lightly after a while:

"Isn't it?"

Emperor Reinhard's breath suddenly became rapid, and an unnatural redness appeared on his face. He stared at his wife tightly, his eyes full of anger, unwillingness, and naked possessiveness.

Queen Midela stood there expressionlessly, as if she turned a blind eye to her husband's incompetence. She didn't speak again until the other party calmed down a little,:

"Your Majesty, don't forget our common ambitions. That is the truly valuable thing, the goal that we are worth pursuing and achieving with our lives.

Instead of immersing in the boring relationship between men and women, and tangling about whether I love you or not."

"You are right, my queen." Emperor Reinhardt seemed to finally calm down and said in a faint tone, "Since you think you can control Colin, it's best to prove it to me. All I don't want is a light sentence."

"Okay." Queen Midela nodded slightly, then turned around and left.

Emperor Reinhardt stared at the graceful back of the other party gradually moving away, with complex eyes.
Chapter completed!