The president is with her political enemies [Interstellar]

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Cynthia hugged her tightly and said, "We won't."

"Promise me," said Siddiger, resting his head on her neck, "tell me whatever happens. If you don't love me anymore, tell me."

"We can't become like this, absolutely not." Siddig said again.

She is not opposed to political marriage, she is a utilitarian woman, if it is in her own interest, she will choose to do so.

Marriage maintained by interests is the most stable marriage, but she doesn't want that.

"I do not like this."

"We won't." Cynthia said.Sid Digger closed his eyes, "Are you going to call me emotional again?"

"People have feelings, but politicians can't." Cynthia said.

Sid Digger smiled.

"But now I am your wife, and you are my lover." Cynthia said firmly, "We will not become like that, I can assure you of this."

Siddiger took a deep breath, like a drowning man thirsting for air.

She felt like a drowning person, except that she was begging for an olive branch that would take her up.

She found no blond hair, and now she would be happy if it was even a spider's silk.

"We're not going to be like that..."

"Yes, we won't."

Because the original intention of their marriage was never based on interests.

Interest is the closest link, and interest is also the weakest link - because interests are changing at any time.

"I will always be here." Cynthia said solemnly.

"We go home."

The author has something to say: In short, no one in this family is in vain.

I drank some wine on Valentine's Day, and now I'm so sleepy that I can't open my eyes, I'm sleepy after drinking =_=.

What is owed will be made up during the day.

Thanks to diamond for the rocket pào.

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☆、Chapter 21 Smoky Quartz

Sid Digger leaned on Cynthia's shoulder.

"Sleep for a while, I'll call you when we arrive."

"Um."

"The Whitehall fire was preliminarily judged to be an aging line, but during the inspection of the line, a staff member found a female corpse in an abandoned storage room..."

"Female corpse?" Sid Digger said with a low laugh, "Whitehall is really neglected."

"This storage room was originally a place to store items left at the ball," the camera panned following the man's gesture, and the dust in the room spread in the air. There were various things in it, mostly perfume and fans, and a few A dress was hanging in mid-air.

The dress was a popular style a few years ago. It was covered with dust and its original color could no longer be seen. The yellow gauze curtain fluttered dàngdàng in front of the window, but in fact this was a basement, and only the brick wall could be seen when the window was opened.

"Because His Majesty is not fit for dancing, Whitehall has not held a ball for eight years, so the place has been abandoned."

The man carefully lifted the dress with his hands and walked inside, the visible dust made him cough all the time.

"That's where the body was found." The reporter pointed to the ground. There were obvious traces of people falling down on the floor, because the dust in other places was almost up to the ankles, and only that was clean.

In order to prove what he said, a photo taken before being carried away appeared on the screen. It is more appropriate to say that it is a skeleton than a corpse, and the cloth on the corpse has rotted away.

Sid Digger stretched out his hand to zoom in on the picture, and there was a necklace on the neck of the skeleton, but because the color was similar to the skeleton, you couldn't see it unless you looked carefully.

"A gray diamond?"

"It's smoky quartz," Sid Digger said. "It has a certain soothing effect on depressed and suicidal people."

Cynthia glanced at her.

If I remember correctly, Siddiger also wore a bracelet of gray stones in the year they first met.

Cynthia frowned.

She was 19 years old...

Cynthia took Siddiger's hand and clasped her fingers tightly.

Sid Digger was taken aback, 'What's the matter?'

"It's okay." Cynthia muffled.

"It turns out that working in Whitehall is so stressful." Siddig said with a smile in his tone.

Cynthia didn't answer.

"What's the matter?" Siddig felt a little funny, "you're not afraid, are you? No, I remember when you..."

She was held in Cynthia's arms in a daze.

Cynthia held her carefully, even breathing lightly on purpose.

Sid Digg rubbed his face against her hair, "What's the matter? Why don't you talk?"

Cynthia let her go, "It's nothing, I just suddenly feel that I love you very much."

"Suddenly?" Siddig raised an eyebrow, "So you didn't love me before?"

Cynthia coughed.

"You won't think about our future through this photo." Siddig frowned and said, "Don't worry, I will be buried in Westminster Abbey after I die, and I won't be buried in such a place for a few years before being buried." Discover."

"No, I'm actually..."

Sid Digger looked at her, "What is it?"

"Scared..."

Sid Digger took her back into his arms, "Why didn't you just say that?"

Cynthia turned her head and concentrated on watching the news.

"The corpse is that of a young woman who died about seven years ago. It was initially identified that the corpse died of poisoning, but it is not clear whether it was suicide or homicide," the reporter said.

Sid Digger changed the show because the screen was full of pictures of dead bodies.

"Why did you change it?" Cynthia asked puzzled.

In order to take care of Cynthia's face, Siddig didn't say that she was afraid, but said: "Which royal family has never committed suicide? The other party is a young woman, and the nobles who drink too much or drink too much will not care about her." What is your identity?"

"You think the deceased was a spoiled maid?"

Sid Digger said indifferently: "The royal family has no young women to die."

Only the direct line can live in Whitehall, and Jane is the only one left in the so-called direct line of the royal family.

Six years ago, when Jane was 12, she had just been on the throne for a year.

Only Feng is by Jane's side... no...

Sid Digger said: "Your Majesty Jane also has a sister. According to the law of succession to the throne, she should inherit the throne."

"Then what about His Highness?"

Sid Digger pondered: "Missing."

Cynthia smiled slightly and said, "It seems that being a royal family is also under a lot of pressure."

"Now the possibility of Suicide is ruled out." Siddig said: "A battle within the royal family? For the throne? If I go back 430 years and the constitutional monarchy has not been established, I still believe it."

Jane does have ambitions, but her ambitions are not to play a ceremonial role on the throne.

"What is the name of this royal family?"

"Anna." Siddig said: "She must have been 15 years old at the time, with light golden eyes. I only saw her once, and it was with my grandmother. Grandma didn't like her very much."

"why?"

Siddig pointed to his eyes, and said: "Because of the eyes. Her Majesty Jane's eyes are blue, while Her Highness Anna's eyes are golden, and their father's eyes are also pale gold. Grandma doesn't like it very much. Wang-in-law."

"Duke George?"

"Yes. After the death of Queen Sodia, he has been living on a small island in his fief, and has not returned to the capital planet for nearly ten years."