Do you all know the future?

Chapter 121 Queen Fafya

Looking at the approaching black dot on the beach, Diane couldn't understand why they would choose to come by boat instead of taking the convenient route through the Spirit Realm. Did taking a boat have some extraordinary value?
"Are you nervous, darling? It's normal to feel this way when participating in this kind of diplomatic activity for the first time. It's not as serious as you think. You'll get used to it after a few more times. Relax. No one is going to criticize you, and no one has the right to criticize you."

The Queen, who was resting nearby, saw Diane looking at the approaching ships and thought Diane was nervous. She comforted her, saying that it was Diane's first time participating in a diplomatic event and she was also a little nervous at the time.

I got used to it eventually. After all, it was just a makeshift team, and everyone makes mistakes. We just had to cover them up.

"Uh-huh……"

Diane gave a casual reply, still thinking about how these people were operating so inefficiently. However, in Tatiana's eyes, it seemed a bit perfunctory, because Diane didn't even look at her while she was speaking.

“Catherine isn’t anyone important. It’s not that you’re trying to please her, it’s that she’s trying to please you. If you’re not feeling well, you can go back first. There’s no need for this.”

The queen, who would rather suffer herself than let her man suffer, told Diane that she had brought Diane along because Diane hadn't participated in any activities recently and she was afraid that others would forget Diane's existence, or more precisely, she was afraid that others would forget that Diane was her husband and have bad intentions.

However, if Diane felt unwell, she didn't care about diplomatic etiquette. Nothing mattered more than her husband, so Diane should just go back and rest.

"I'm not feeling unwell, I'm just thinking about some things, like why she didn't come through the Spirit Realm. I've experienced the Spirit Realm's transportation methods before, and they're so convenient and fast."

Diane, seeing that the Queen had misunderstood, explained to her, "What should have been a matter of a few hours is being stretched into several days. Even if the lifespan of superhumans has been extended, it's still such a waste."

"Without carriages and ceremonial regalia, who would know she is the Queen? Without ministers as witnesses, who would know if the alliance signed by both sides was a conspiracy orchestrated by others?"

The Queen wore a half-smile, and when she was with Diane, she could hardly maintain her royal dignity, yet she was able to show their affection for each other.

"alright, I got it."

Diane was slightly surprised, but then she understood what was going on. Showing off one's aristocratic power and letting everyone know who is who is is a kind of aristocratic prestige.

With the ministers' seals confirming their alliance and ensuring consistency between the news and domestic reports, and considering that there were mortals in the group, it would be disjointed if not everyone were brought into the spiritual realm, so it would be better for everyone to travel by boat.

"Her Majesty the Queen has never visited other countries before. It seems her husband has quite a bit of influence!"

Holding Diane's hand, the mast was faintly visible. The Queen was filled with anxiety. Would the new Queen steal her beloved husband? The new woman clearly came for Diane, making no attempt to hide it.

The head maid's attitude revealed that Tudors were not special, nor was she. Nothing in this land was special, nothing was worth the attention of the god behind Diane. Only Diane was special; she was the son of God.

If Diane were to be abducted by a queen from another country, especially if she did so willingly, she would truly be devastated. This is her royal consort, and she must hold on to him tightly.

"Come over for the sake of my Lord. Don't be so suspicious. You know how I treat women. I cherish our past relationship and will never abandon you."

Diane sensed the Queen's unease and gently pecked her cheek. He wasn't the type to renege on his promises; he naturally cherished his own woman.

"She's your future lover, how can I not be afraid? If someone hadn't guided me, I would only be your weapon in the future."

The Queen voiced her concerns, revealing her self-awareness. She knew she was benefiting from a cheat code; in another timeline, she wouldn't have been as clever as she is now, relentlessly pursuing Diane and even using love potions.

"Isn't the future all about change? I'm your prince now, you should be a little proud of yourself, otherwise how can you justify all the hard work you put into tricking me?"

Diane only knows the timeline of this world and that she likes Her Majesty the Queen; she doesn't care too much about anything else.

"And since you're afraid, why did you summon me to meet Queen Fafya?"

Diane asked curiously, and Her Majesty the Queen lowered her head, her snow-white hair with a warm luster, styled in the way Diane liked.

"You two will meet eventually. She is your future lover and part of your plan to become the strong. However, I've heard that she seems to have connections with the gods. I'm not trying to sow discord, but I just think you should be careful, my dear!"

While she claimed to have no intention of sowing discord, she did have one. Queen Fafya was her equal in strength and status, and the other woman seemed to be much more romantic than herself. In addition, she knew about future history, so Her Majesty was not confident that she could easily defeat her.

"Don't worry, I'll be careful. I won't do anything reckless. I'm quite prudent. You said he's my lover, so we should at least get to know each other, right?"

Diane can be assured that she won't be easily fooled by the gods, and Queen Fafya is probably not a believer of anyone, since the news of the transmigrators is that they have become Diane's harem.

However, you never know. Maybe Diane conquered her god and conquered her in the process. The content of textbooks is not entirely correct; it is biased.

"Perhaps, I hope it's a friendly role, someone I can share my love with."

The Queen only gets jealous once; any more than that is annoying. Feeling Diane grab her hand, the Queen's lips curved into a subtle smile. She had dug a pit for Queen Fafya.

"Am I some kind of power bank that needs to be shared?"

Diane chuckled, then, remembering her mission, she didn't care what connection she had with the gods; once she was injected with holy blood, she would behave herself.

He no longer resists the Holy Blood. After all, he's at a critical juncture of life and death, and to still stubbornly refuse to use his cheat ability would be quite a serious problem.

He has met many people with serious illnesses, including himself, who was once not under much pressure but later lost that mindset when the pressure increased.

Use it when you need to, don't hesitate.

"..."

A pair of beautiful eyes stared at Diane, unable to understand what Diane was saying, what power bank, what does it have to do with sharing.

"It was just a joke, it's okay if you don't understand. Look, the boat is almost here, let's get off."

Diane didn't know how to explain the items from her hometown to the Queen, so she put her arm around the Queen's waist and tried to lift her up.

"No need. We'll be notified when we arrive. It seems you're really not nervous."

The Queen leaned against Diane and listened to Diane's heartbeat. It was calm and steady, just like any other day.

"I'm not even nervous about gods, let alone a queen, so you can rest assured."

Diane said nervously, "I'm still a little nervous when I'm facing a god. They're not even on the same level, so I instinctively feel some repulsion."

"Yes, yes, my dear, you've witnessed the war of the gods, being fought over by two goddesses. You're used to big scenes."

Stroking Diane's chest, the Queen understood, but she held back her smile, afraid that if she laughed, Diane would push her away, which would be a loss.

“Now I’m being fought over by two queens. My life is so miserable. It’s always one queen snatching me away from the other!” Diane lamented. There was little sorrow or helplessness in her eyes; she was just joking around.

"Because you are mine, no one can take you away. I will not repeat the mistakes of my past life. I am your wife, and no one else can be your wife."

If she had been Diane's wife in her previous life, perhaps the ending would have been different. The Queen only had affection for the Prince.

That's right. She got everything she didn't get in her past life. She is Diane's wife in the material world. How could she be afraid of Queen Fafya? Wouldn't she have surrendered in the void without even seeing her face?

"That's right, that's it. With that kind of aura, I don't know what you're afraid of. So you're the one who's nervous. Don't try to pin this on me!"

Diane held the snow-white, neatly styled hair of the beauty in his arms, twisting it together like ears of rice. The silky texture felt very comfortable. He had styled the hair himself and he liked it very much.

"Yes, I'm afraid of losing to them. They're just as good as me in every way. Darling, please don't leave me!"

The usually aloof and icy older sister was now as docile as a little white kitten, or rather, an abandoned little white kitten. Her icy blue eyes were stubborn, yet also pleading.

Admitting mistakes is not weakness, and begging her husband is even less so. Feeling that she couldn't compete with Queen Fafya, she had no choice but to resort to a risky tactic. She usually didn't use such insidious methods because she hadn't encountered anyone who shared her niche.

Her Majesty the Queen, a master of political struggle, is neither naive nor complacent. The greatest respect she can show her enemies is to give them her all.

The Queen felt no burden in using such methods against her own husband, because she loved Diane more than Diane loved her.

"What nonsense are you talking about? Why would I leave you? Can't I have it all? Why do you have to make such a stupid choice? What do you think this place is?"

Diane felt confused, but seeing the mature woman's aggrieved and tearful appearance, her tone softened a bit.

"This is a feudal society. Don't worry, I will always be by your side."

Diane felt she was being a bit of a savage, saying such things not to her but to all of them, but the Queen didn't care. She was overjoyed to receive the promise and hugged Diane even tighter.

"I'm afraid that if you see how good other queens are, I'll feel uncomfortable staying here for too long and go find another queen. After all, while we may be nostalgic, who doesn't like new things?"

Having secured the minimum guarantee, Diane, true to her character, wouldn't go back on her word; before Queen Fafya arrived, she had already blocked all avenues.

“I’ve already searched, so why wouldn’t I come home? This is my home, where you are, where Margaret is…”

Unfortunately, the Queen was unaware of the "Queen" attribute. Diane had already been thoroughly exploited by the "Mother" attribute, so what she did was meaningless. Neither the Queen of Fafia nor the Queen of Tudor was as appealing as the Queen of Ishtar.

"You're so good to me, my dear..."

Ignoring the menu Diane mentioned later, the Ice Beauty generously offered a sweet kiss, even wanting to summon a clone to reward the resolute Diane, to prevent her from having any other impulses later.

"Dong dong..."

"Your Majesty, Prince An, Queen Fafya has arrived."

Just as the beauty was about to fall in love, a knock on the door interrupted their tender moment.

"hateful……"

The Queen was displeased, but after being kissed by Diane again, she smiled.

"Let's go and see what's so strange about this queen that has frightened my Majesty so much."

Diane looked the Queen up and down, and finding nothing missing from their previous interaction, she took the Queen's hand.

The Queen then adjusted Diane's collar, sleeves, and the sword at her waist to ensure that Diane's attire was neat and her appearance was dignified.

Hand in hand, they walked out. The cruise ship had already docked at the port. Diane and her companion arrived at the welcoming intersection and only let go of each other under the watchful eyes of the crowd.

The pier was already crowded with people eagerly waiting, and the air was filled with the salty sea breeze and the faint fragrance of flowers.

Before long, a tall figure appeared on the ship's side, his face obscured by the shadow of a wide-brimmed top hat.

Amidst melodious music, the cruise ship's gangway was slowly lowered, and a red carpet was laid down, leading directly to the dock.

Her slender, fair ankles were encased in exquisite silver high heels, and a deep purple long dress flowed like the morning glow, while a shawl wrapped around her shoulders, exuding the noble elegance of a tall, sophisticated woman.

Her wide-brimmed hat fluttered in the sea breeze, revealing her delicate and gentle smile. Her skin was so fair it was almost translucent, like the finest porcelain. Her violet eyes were deep and calm, like two clear lakes. She had a high nose, full lips, and a faint smile at the corners of her mouth, which made her appear both approachable and maintained an aristocratic distance and dignity.

The mature woman held down the brim of her hat with one hand, the blue feathers on the hat fluttering gently in the sea breeze, adding a touch of liveliness. Her eyes locked onto Diane and the Queen at a glance, or rather, they were only locked onto Diane.

She disembarked with unhurried grace, her heels clicking softly on the gangway. Her movements were composed and elegant, each step graceful and natural. The hem of her long dress swayed with her movements like ripples in autumn. When her heels finally touched the solid ground, the dull thud transformed into a soft, clear sound, and she stood before Diane and the Queen.

"Your Majesty Catherine, welcome to our country for exchange and discussion."

With a forced smile, the Queen presented a bouquet of flowers. Handshakes are too competitive, and the Queen didn't want to compete with the other party.

"Welcome, Your Majesty Catherine."

Queen Favreau turned her gaze towards them, and Diane also greeted her politely.

"Hello, Your Majesty Tatiana, thank you all for your warm welcome. It is a pleasure to visit and exchange ideas with your country. I hope I have not kept you waiting too long."

After giving a polite reply to Tatiana, Queen Fafya's beautiful eyes were already fixed on Diane.

"But Your Highness An is actually participating in this kind of welcoming ceremony? It's truly an insult to your noble spirit."

Speaking would not only harm Tatiana, but also belittle himself, causing Tatiana's icy blue pupils to shrink.

“I would like to help my Queen shoulder some responsibilities, Your Majesty Queen Catherine. You must be tired from your journey. Let’s go to the banquet first and relax.”

Diane didn't take the bait, realizing that she was indeed the other party's target, and knew that the fish had taken the bait.

(End of this chapter)