Chapter 114 Marriage is a woman's only job. You are not guilty.

The evening in Hovyalin is even more lively. The orange light of the sun falls on the white streets, and the hustle and bustle of the morning seems to have never happened.

The young knight walked hurriedly, his eyes full of uncontrollable tenderness. One hand held a bunch of white flowers, and the other protected the delicate petals, hoping that she still liked Nuo Baizhao today.

He walked through the bustling streets. He had been on duty at the palace gate for five consecutive days and had not seen her for five days.

On a familiar street, a disheveled woman leaning against the corridor saw him coming back with the same Nuo Baizhao in her hand. She couldn't tell whether it was jealousy or something else, she smiled and was about to tease him.

The young knight had anticipated this step and he quickly put his index finger to his lips, signaling her not to make a sound.

His eyes were suddenly drawn to the girl collecting firewood at the door in the distance. He slowly slowed down his pace, suppressing the wildly beating heart in his chest.

The noise was so deafening that it might disturb his lover.

Thanks to his mother, who gave him a pair of eyes with long-sightedness, so that he could see his lover clearly from a long distance, her every move, every strand of her hair.

The girl seemed to hear something, turned around, and surprise took over her whole body and mind.

"Keith."

The young knight finally couldn't help it and ran forward. Nuo Baizhao reached over her shoulder and hugged his shy lover together with him.

Minnie pushed him and pulled him into the stone house. She put her hands on his shoulders and asked him to sit down. She wanted to jog over to pour him some water, but he pulled her back and spun around, and she was the one sitting down.

A bouquet of beautiful flowers was stuffed into her arms, and she watched her lover pour water with ease and place it on the table next to her.

Keith squatted down in front of Minnie, watching his lover looking into his gentle eyes. The depression he felt when he was on duty at the palace gate and was deliberately made difficult by the captain swept away: "Minnie, can you touch me?"

How could she refuse him?

The warmth of his lover's palm penetrated his face and caressed all his fatigue. He rubbed her hand and said softly: "Minnie, I love you."

Holding the flowers, Mingni's eyes turned into water. Her lover was still so straightforward. She said, "I know."

I just heard him say it again, "I love you."

His mother once taught him that if he met a girl he liked, he should express his love to her.

If she is anxious or uneasy in this relationship, you should tell her that you love her over and over again, tell her over and over again how good she is, and tell her all your love for her.

Until she is finally sure, finally knows that you just love her, nothing else mixed in.

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Padica Palace - Outer Palace.

Tang glanced at the closed palace door. Except for the knight of Marquis Kesley who went to the Council Palace and was waiting for orders outside the palace gate, the other two men with her and the woman from Iskana were all inside.

He gave a few instructions to the knights guarding the gate outside and was about to return to the Knights, when he saw Marquis Kesley and the Duke's daughter walking towards the corridor.

For some reason, he stopped.

Weifeiya glanced at Tang at the door. Although he was very young and looked promising, she had no intention of doing anything. Even though her age was not small in total, she was still a minor in this life.

However, how to deal with him depends on what she is going to do.

She gestured in the direction of Arnold behind her, and Arnold glanced at Tang calmly, understanding what she meant.

He took a few steps forward, nodded to Tang, pushed open the palace door, squeezed in next to Tang, and waited for Vifiya and the others to come in.

As a result, when the door opened, Kaharun and Isidore stuck their heads out before they could come over.

Kaharun looked up at Arnold, then glanced at Vifiya and the other person in the corridor, then he breathed a sigh of relief.

Isidore stared straight in the direction of Vifiya, and was about to look away after confirming that she was fine. But then he realized that he should also check with Osha, but why?

After thinking for a while without any result, he decisively gave up the idea. Anyway, it was a problem unrelated to Vifiya, and he didn't want to give himself too much trouble.

Seeing the two waiting there, Vifiya and Osa couldn't help but quicken their pace. After nodding to Tang at the door, Vifiya slowed down a little, then stopped, turned to Tang, and asked, "Captain, are you going to monitor us?"

She tilted her head, as if puzzled: "Does it require the captain to personally monitor it?"

Tang was stunned as he didn't expect her to ask so bluntly.

"No." Denial came before his brain could react. He lowered his head and saw himself in her eyes.

So, my image was reflected in her eyes, is this what it looked like?

Vifiya's eyes suddenly became playful. She did not try to hide the change in her emotions, but this change was clearly visible to Isidore and the others who had been paying attention to her for a long time.

Along with her emotions, Tang also sensed the hostility of Isidore and the others.

Osa pulled Vifiya over and said, "Don't play with him." She didn't care what would happen if the leader of the Knights heard it.

Although she grew up in the Vatican, she also stayed in the palace for a long time. How could she not see what kind of look Tang gave Vifiya?

How shameless! Vifiya is not even an adult yet!

"Bang!"

The palace door was shut with great force, stirring up a gust of wind. The knights glanced cautiously at their captain and quickly looked away.

Tang touched his nose innocently, feeling something was wrong. Why did he lose his composure every time he met the Marquis of Casely? He decided to ask his philandering elder brother when he got home.

He strode away.

Kaharun inside listened to the sounds outside. Because North was there, they did not use soundproofing magic.

He looked at Vifiya solemnly, then glanced at Isidore, who was obviously unhappy with Tang's look but didn't know why.

Osa then pulled Vifiya and said, "Don't get too close to him." It was obvious that she was not a good person.

Arnold secretly agreed. He stroked the hilt of the sword at his waist and suppressed the seriousness in his eyes. He admitted that he had always thought that Vifiya was just a child like his sister and had never considered the situation today.

Next time, can he directly request a duel? Of course, he would ask Vifiya in advance, and the knight would respect everything his master had.

Isidore, who was standing aside and had not yet sat down, secretly observed her expression as usual. Seeing that she did not have any emotion similar to dislike and she did not care, he felt like something was blocking his chest, but what if this was her plan?

He decided to do nothing, but if she showed a bad expression to that person, he would kill him. Thinking of this, Isidore became suspicious again. What if it disrupted her plan...

Before killing him, I still need to ask her.

North, who grew up in Iskanar, grew up in a different living environment. She was more sensitive to emotions than anyone else. In a short period of time, she had noticed the slightest emotions revealed by all of them.

Her eyes fell on Vifiya, who was obviously affecting the emotions of the others. She thought she was being discreet enough, but she was meeting her gaze right in front of her.

"Nos," the girl in a high position said, "We have resolved the matter. You are not guilty."

After a pause, she continued, "You are innocent."

It was like something hit her chest directly, and her back felt cold, like heavy rain was hitting her back.

North's eyelashes trembled and her eyes turned red uncontrollably. She lowered her head in shame, trying to cover something.

She couldn't deny it, she couldn't deny the complexity in her heart.

She thought she would be sentenced to death. She had anticipated everything when she took David's sword. She would be overwhelmed by charges.

In Iskanar, they seemed to be born with sin. She had also wondered if she were a man, if she were a man, would her life be easier, would it be easier to live?

But she couldn't help but think that when she had everything a man had, would she also deprive them of everything like those men did?

Will she become like those men?

There is no answer, because she is a woman and this assumption is never valid.

In the past, she didn't understand why David, who grew up with her, became like this?

In the past, she didn’t understand why they could only live with their backs bent?

In the past, she didn't understand why in her memory, they always said that you were guilty?

She didn't understand that they had lost everything without giving anything.

Now, she understood.

She raised her head, not knowing who to look at among these people. The words of thanks got stuck in her throat and the sound disappeared without a trace.

The heavy rain was still falling on her back, and the long-dry earth finally cracked completely into huge valleys, which were then moistened and stitched together again by the rain.

"Women can't support themselves!"

"Marriage is a woman's only career!"

"You were born to be a wife!"

"Why are you going out to work? You're just a whore!"

"Work for your family isn't work. The work you do is worthless!"

When her mother was alive, she was the one who stood in front of her and took most of the abuse for her.

The always proud mother gradually became unfamiliar and crazy. She would hit her, but would also subconsciously hug her tightly in her arms, with her fists landing on her mother's back.

Mom won't scold her. Even if she looks very crazy, Mom will keep telling her not to lose her pride.

After her mother died, there was no one standing by her side anymore. When she had to bear everything alone for the first time, she finally understood why her mother went crazy.

She still remembers the first time she broke down and cried, and the first time she went to her mother's tombstone. It was not a tombstone at all, but just a short, small, broken pile of stones without even a name.

She wasn't sure if her mother was still inside, or rather, she wasn't sure if it was her mother lying inside, as there were too many piles of stones.

She just wanted to talk, talk to her mother.

Mom, have you been bearing all this for me?

Mom, please don’t hit me. Will you come out and hit me?

You taught me pride, which devoured you, killed you, and also devoured me.

I want to give up, but this is my last connection with you.

Mom, I don’t know how to love you.

"Click." Mother straightened her waist.

"Click." Her mother bent her waist and kept teaching her to straighten it.

“Pah.”

North lowered her eyes, staring at the tears that fell on the smooth floor. They were so clean, so clean that she couldn't see the tears she was shedding.

How can I not see it?

You are not guilty.

You are not guilty.

You are not guilty.

The sound kept echoing in her mind, repeating over and over again, gradually covering up the other noise.

Many times, even if she doesn't want to care, she will still be drawn into the vortex.

But she was not wrong, her mother was not wrong, and they were not wrong to become prostitutes...

So, who is wrong?