Chapter 678 I can’t think of a name
"I want to go back to the original life, when we kissed goodbye at the door when the sun rose, and then Dad treated the villagers who were accidentally injured in the village, and you went out fishing with Adnus. Mom and I would do the housework and wash your clothes. Along the way, I might even be lucky enough to pick a bunch of wild flowers and a basket of wild fruits as gifts for you and Adnus. There was no fighting, no killing, only you and me and our children. Yes, I only want that much, not everything I have now." Tenaia looked up at Luga, tears flowing uncontrollably and falling down her cheeks.
"But we can't go back." Luca sighed softly, his neck stiff as he shook his head like a puppet. Then, he put down the knife he used to trim branches and walked over to sit next to Tenaia.
"That's enough. You are Augusta now, a noble woman, a noble girl from a humble place. What flows from your eyes is gold, which is comparable to the most precious gems unearthed in Numidia." Luca whispered softly to comfort her, reaching out and gently wiping away the tears on Tenea's face with his thumb.
A flash of surprise flashed across Tenaia's face, but she quickly regained her composure, as if the comfort given by Luca gave her courage again.
God knows what kind of injustice she had suffered before this that she finally vented it here.
Whether it is a quarrel or a cold war, these are not reasons to lose confidence in future life, because there will always be a bright moon after the clouds have cleared. Both sides should be honest with each other, and even the worst person will have someone who understands him/her.
"I'm sorry..." Tenaiya looked at Luca, tears flowing out again. She also laughed and said self-reproachfully, "Look at me, I'm so selfish. We were finally reunited, and it took so long. This was God's mercy on me, but I didn't cherish it. Tell me, how could a woman like me get your noble love?"
Luca said nothing, but took Tenaia into his arms and hugged her tightly. "Tenaia, my love, this world is in chaos. Even such a huge country is in extreme turmoil, not to mention a small family that can hardly protect itself. Tenaia, I must correct you. I feel very guilty about your father's death. It has had a huge impact on me. I understand that if you are in a low position, you can't do anything. Yes, if you can't even protect the people you love, then there is really no point in living. Although many of these choices may be selfish of me, I have done my best to ensure that we can all survive this catastrophe."
Tenaia remained silent. It was obvious that she was persuaded by Luga. At least now, she understood something. She might know something that Luga didn't know, just like they had some communication before Liu Ende came here.
The two people who had reconciled their past grudges hugged each other tightly. Luga put his right arm around Tenaia's waist, and his left hand kept stroking her wheat-yellow hair to comfort her.
"Tenaia, tell me, has anyone bullied you?"
Tenaia didn't answer, but Luca could still guess roughly.
Tenaia was a commoner after all, and it was very common for her to be marginalized or even unwelcome in the social circles of the nobles. After all, among these famous nobles, no one was willing to accept or like a nouveau riche who emerged halfway.
Tenaia only has Luca as her backer, which is enough, but due to Tenaia's current introverted personality, some people will bully her even more unscrupulously.
Tenaia didn't say anything in the end. Even though Luga asked her repeatedly, she was afraid and so was reluctant to speak. Luga could understand that, after all, he was Tenaia's only protector.
The brief meeting ended abruptly. Luca took Tenaya and her son back to the side palace. Luca promised Tenaya that he would prepare a room for her in the main palace, but Tenaya refused.
Her attitude was so firm that she didn't even give Luca any chance to explain. Perhaps she had made up her mind and there was no point in persuading her.
On the way back, Luca thought about it and felt more and more that he had to deal with the current problem himself. After all, it was his idea to marry the two Augustas, and Tenaia should not become a victim of this.
"Go to Liginia's bedroom." Luca called the carriage driver and, under the escort of the guards, arrived at the door of Liginia's house.
The maid who came out to greet them hurriedly stopped in front of the door and saluted Luca's carriage. Luca had already been impatient to find Likinia to explain things.
He walked in angrily, and the maids along the way hurriedly hid aside, fearing that they would anger Augustus who was already angry.
Luca walked unhindered to the door of Liginia's room, and without waiting for the maid to reach out to stop him, he pushed the door open.
“Crack!”
The wooden door banged against the wall with a long wail, scaring the maids around and making them sigh. Luca strode in and saw Likinia sitting at the head of the bed, holding the hand of an elderly maid, as if they were discussing something.
Luca recognized the old maid at a glance as the woman who had always asked Luca to meet Licinia at every banquet in Rome and Ravenna. Because of this woman, Luca even became a little afraid of banquets.
"Li Jinia, I think we have to have a good talk now." Luga looked around, and when he was sure that there was no one else around, he spoke sternly to Li Jinia. Now was not the time to blame the old woman.
From his tone, one could tell that he was very unhappy at the moment, at least towards Likinia. Before this, Luca had lost his temper with her more than once, but Likinia always chose to forgive Luca after a quarrel. Of course, such forgiveness came at a price.
When Liginia saw Luga coming in angrily, she knew something was wrong. She whispered something to the old maid. The maid nodded, stood up, saluted Luga, and left the house.
"I knew you would come!" Likinia glanced at Luga and snorted coldly. Then she got up from the bed, sat at the table opposite Luga, took a silver cup with both hands and filled it with wine.
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Everything seemed so natural. Li Jinia was not affected by Luca's angry look at all. Compared with him, Li Jinia seemed calm and composed, not afraid of any anger at all.
"Oh, you've long been accustomed to quarreling with me." Luca stared at Liginia, but Liginia never raised her head to look directly at Luca's almost judgmental gaze. "I can be patient and kind to any foreign envoy or courtier in the palace, but I don't know why you always provoke my anger."
"I don't want to argue with you, Caesar." Liginia slowly placed the silver cup in front of Luca and said slowly, "Tell me, what are the rumors about?"
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It is now the first year after the disastrous defeat in the Battle of Chalons. In his palace in Pannonia, Attila constantly reminds himself not to forget such a humiliation.
Late at night, Attila woke up from his dream again. He sat up suddenly, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and looked around in the faint firelight.
Beside him were many sleeping women, who were lying naked under Scythian cloth and snoring softly. They lay on the wide bed in various postures, a bunch of beautiful vanilla beauties. Perhaps he no longer had any desire after playing with them, as Attila looked at their bodies with cold eyes.
(End of this chapter)