Do you all know the future?

Chapter 84 Habitual Tudor Life

"Marquis Qiao? Marquis Qiao?"

The nobleman in the crimson robe beside him woke the shocked Joao, and Joao's face, which had been slapped hard, regained its expression.

"I'm fine... This lord is truly remarkable!"

Suppressing the weight on his head and the humiliation in his heart, Qiao smiled, as if the woman who had just kissed another man was not his wife.

Qiao gave an ambiguous exclamation, while he was making plans in his mind.

If Terry was attracted by Diane's charm, that would be best, as she could also mingle with these nobles, since everyone had been "cuckolded" by Diane.

What worries him now is that he fears Terri is retaliating against him, deliberately cheating on him to humiliate him as a traitor to Ishtar, and turning herself into a promiscuous woman to shame him.

Therefore, he didn't even dare to say much in defense of Terri, for fear that Terri would go and kiss other male nobles again.

"Indeed impressive, Lady Eve has predicted that his future is limitless!"

"What kind of prophecy is this? I've never heard of it!"

"If you want to marry your daughter to him, do you think he can be an ordinary person in the future?"

"Regardless, Lord An is still quite proud. He lives a secluded life and does not accept banquets or invitations from unfamiliar nobles. Yet he was able to dance with the Marchioness. The Marchioness is also very outstanding!"

"Yes! Ordinary noble ladies can't get close to Lord Anxun. Perhaps Dean Isabella is trying to curry favor with Marquis João!"

"..."

Qiao Ao was initially upset about his wife's infidelity, but seeing the two kissing, and his wife's initiative and passion, made him feel completely cold.

Hearing the nobles' sincere compliments, he felt it wasn't such a bad thing after all; his wife wasn't having an affair, but working.

After returning to the group of ladies, Terri stopped trying to seduce other men, and Jo felt relieved, feeling that his bottom line had been lowered.

As a conservative Ishtar, he was furious that his wife, whom he considered his exclusive possession, was kissing another man in retaliation. However, compared to the most vicious way of humiliating him—that she was promiscuous—Terry kissing Diane didn't seem so unacceptable.

On the other side, Diane was still surprised and confused by the female knight's kiss. He sat obediently next to Isabella, touching his lips with his fingers.

"What's wrong? Doesn't Mrs. Terry look good?"

The mature noblewoman made no attempt to hide her affection for him, snuggling close to Diane and deterring other male nobles who were about to approach her.

"It looks good, it looks good, but the movements are too wild..."

They have no sense of martial ethics, they launch a sneak attack right away, and the first challenge is a wet kiss, which even makes Diane feel something.

"I've heard that the Ishtar people are very conservative. The fact that they did this means they really like you, my apprentice!"

Isabella chuckled, saying she could hear the sound of blood flowing in Diane's carotid artery and felt reassured.

"We've only met a few times, what does she like?"

Diane's expression became even more strained. The first parting ended somewhat unpleasantly, and the second part didn't involve any substantial conversation at all. The sudden attack caught Diane completely off guard.

"We'd only met a few times back then, how dare you kiss and lick me like that?"

Isabella's red hair brushed against Diane's, her voluptuous body almost nestled in Diane's arms, her tone a mix of complaint and coquetry.

She didn't look like a wife who had just lost her husband at all; the pretty widow bit Diane's ear as if punishing him for his recklessness back then.

"That's not it, that's not it..."

The other party initially mistook her for Queen Greta's illegitimate son and acted with kindness and closeness; otherwise, Diane could not have won him over so quickly.

“This lady knows your identity, and may want to continue your bloodline, taking a roundabout approach to bring the child with your bloodline back to Ishtar.”

Isabella whispered in Diane's ear, so that only Diane could hear it.

Isabella's words did make some sense, and Diane's thoughts began to wander.

"Stop joking. If you return it, are you going to go back to Ishtar to face trial after giving away the national treasure?"

Diane shrank back; Isabella's breath tickled her.

"That's right, sending national treasures will lead to trial, but taking your child back might exempt you from punishment, and you might even become a hero's mother."

Queen Greta's bloodline is especially important in Ishtar at this moment. After being ravaged by demons, the people are not fools.

While international public opinion still tends to portray Queen Greta as extremely wicked, within Istaya, public opinion has already reversed.

When Queen Greta was alive, there were no demons, and life was peaceful and proud. After Queen Greta's death, demons ran rampant, and people went hungry.

A simple comparison shows that all propaganda and brainwashing tactics have failed; people just want a stable life and don't want to live in constant uncertainty.

Queen Greta's bloodline—this is a seed of hope, far more precious than a national treasure that cannot resist the demons.

"Is that so? It's not impossible, but something still feels off, though I can't quite put my finger on it..."

Diane was skeptical of this explanation, but he couldn't come up with any other theories, so he decided to take it at face value.

"Stop thinking about it. What you should be thinking about now is whether this lady just invited you to the balcony."

Isabella tapped Diane's chest, asking her a question, afraid that Diane might miss this information. The Tudors' open-mindedness and the suggestion to go to the balcony carried a strong implication.

"No, you really think of her as a one-night stand? She's not that kind of person!"

Diane reached out and held the vampire beauty firmly, lifting her up slightly to avoid Isabella's soft breaths. She buried her head in Isabella's neck, leaving a blood-red hickey on her pale skin, wanting to silence her.

"How do you know she's not that kind of person? You know her so well?"

Touching Diane's hair, Isabella vaguely sensed that Diane had her own little secret, but Isabella wasn't curious. When she brought it up, it was just as a joke, as if she suspected that Diane and Terri had an affair.

“I don’t know her, that’s what Margaret said!”

Diane didn't hide this from Isabella. Margarita had analyzed Terri for Diane, describing her as stubborn, inflexible, and traditional Isthia woman. Diane's reaction was only due to Terri's promiscuous behavior today.

If it were a different socialite, Diane wouldn't care at all; they'd kissed, so what? There was no need to think so much about it.

"Well, I thought you had exhausted your enthusiasm before, so you declined this knight's wife."

Isabella looked at Diane with amusement. She had deliberately dampened Diane's desires before he came to the banquet, just to prevent him from acting rashly and passing on his bloodline.

"How could that be? I've recovered now, I'm just a little tired and want to sleep!"

With the powerful restorative properties of the Holy Blood and the blessing of the head maid, Diane didn't feel lacking in energy; she just tended to doze off when tired.

"Then go to sleep. Come here, snuggle into my arms..."

Isabella, nestled against Diane, leaned back in the sofa, pulling Diane's arms and drawing him closer. "Sleeping at a banquet? So many people are watching!"

Diane felt the slightly cool embrace was so comforting that she did have the urge to close her eyes for a moment.

"Do you care a lot about what they think? It's okay, just close your eyes and don't look."

Isabella pulled Diane into her arms and patted his back to make him sleep comfortably.

Upon hearing this, Diane pondered it carefully. The opinions of the nobles were sometimes important and sometimes meaningless; now it was the time when they were meaningless.

Moreover, Isabella smelled sweet, with a rose scent. Diane seemed to recall the rose garden and the experience of being nestled in Isabella's arms, and her eyes slowly closed.

It did cause controversy, but it's not worth discussing; it's not as worthy of conversation as Terri and Diane's passionate kiss on the dance floor.

Those who care about Diane, such as the Queen, felt a pang of jealousy upon seeing this scene; she hadn't even fallen in love with Diane yet, but she was already feeling envious.

Whether it was Diane kissing the female knight just now, or Diane being intimate with Isabella now, the Queen actually felt a subtle displeasure, but she didn't know how to express it.

However, the Queen also felt fortunate. Fortunately, she had acted first this time, and she would definitely be Diane's wife. As long as she followed the steps, she could become the wife of Diane, the future god who would unify the material world.

I originally wanted to dance with Diane, but then I thought about how I was going to marry her, and if I danced with her now, it would be too shady if I chose her later. So for now, I can only pretend we're not close.

However, I couldn't help but look at her, and I felt that she was more pleasing to the eye. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, and perhaps because I had given my body to Diane, my feelings had also undergone a subtle change.

Her Majesty the Queen naturally didn't notice, and thought it was due to the influence of the clone, since sometimes it's really hard to tell them apart.

Diane slept very comfortably; the Isabella mattress was really comfortable, and she could vaguely feel that adjusting her posture made her even more comfortable.

When he woke up naturally, he changed from lying diagonally to lying on his side, with his upper body leaning against Isabella's arms and his lower body leaning against the head maid's arms.

"Is the banquet over?"

They were already in the carriage. Diane looked around at the surroundings. Isabella and the head maid had both tried to get him to sleep.

"It's over, we're going home now. Did you sleep well, Master?"

The head maid pinched Diane's thigh to help him loosen his muscles.

"You slept very comfortably. Did you and Miss Lotina finish your talk?"

Diane casually asked, "Maids and embraces are also very good for sleeping, no wonder you slept so soundly today!"

"There are too many things the other party is curious about, and we can't talk about them all, but accompanying my master is my top priority, and ensuring my master's comfort and ease is my pursuit."

The head maid's tone was cold and ruthless. She didn't consider Lotina a friend at all. Lotina's rank was too low, and she didn't even take her seriously. To her, this was just a perfunctory gesture.

"Is that so? Then what do you think of Mrs. Terry?"

Diane also wanted to hear what the head maid had to say, as this didn't match the information she had provided yesterday. Anyway, there were only a few people left now, so she could speak.

"It's just a simple act of revenge against Marquis João. If Lady Terry were a staunch Isthea noblewoman, she certainly wouldn't want to become a Tudor noblewoman. The fact that she's become like this is probably Marquis João's doing."

"Given the conservative traditions of the Ishtar people, they shouldn't have done such a thing. However, you happen to be Queen Greta's child, which gave her the idea."

Based on the known background, the head maid's deduction was quite close to the truth. Combined with Isabella's guess, Diane immediately believed it and deduced the whole story.

So I've been turned into a tool, huh?

Diane shoved her head into her chubby thigh, her tone sounding somewhat helpless.

"In a sense, that's true, but you're not at a disadvantage either. Or do you not like beautiful women with a heroic air?"

Isabella accepted this speculation; after all, who would have thought of reading a future diary?

"It's alright, I like female knights too, it's just a bit sudden!"

Diane glanced at the knight queen massaging his legs; she was his favorite.

"Are Mrs. Terri's lips soft?"

The head maid asked with a smile, and Diane actually thought about it carefully.

"My teeth hit me..."

"Hahaha……"

The atmosphere inside the carriage immediately became cheerful, while the other carriage was much quieter in contrast.

Terry pressed her calloused fingers against her full lips, her eyes slightly narrowed, as if recalling Diane's sweetness.

"Shouldn't you explain this to me?"

This action caused Qiao, who was sitting opposite him, to break down his defenses. He scrutinized Taili, as if his dashing wife had been tainted.

“Don’t you want to integrate into the Tudors and become a Tudor nobleman? I will also integrate into the Tudors and adapt to Tudor life.”

Terry opened her half-closed eyes slightly, snorted coldly, and licked her lower lip with her soft tongue, while Joao's expression of annoyance intensified.

Have you lost all sense of shame?

Qiao raised his hand, his fingers trembling, and pointed shakily at Taili.

"Didn't you tell me to think it through? I've thought it through, and there's nothing wrong with integrating into the Tudors. People will criticize this kind of thing less!"

Terri feigned surprise, secretly pleased. The diary showed that Jo loved her, and reality proved that he did too. However, this love was already clearly expressed in the diary, and it did not affect his pursuit of power and influence.

"You accepted it so quickly?"

Qiao's face darkened with suppressed anger. His traditionally proud wife had figured things out so easily? He was more inclined to believe that she wanted revenge.

"Otherwise what? You think Tudor is no good now? It's probably too late. Lord Anne, what a charming man. I think I've already fallen in love with him!"

The angrier Qiao became, the happier Taili felt. If you cut open her heart, it would be black right now.

"You're talking nonsense! You're getting back at me, aren't you!"

Joao couldn't believe that his faithful wife had suddenly fallen into another man's arms.

"Say what you want, it doesn't matter if you want a divorce, anyway I'm going to be Lord An's mistress from now on!"

Head held high, glaring at the furious Joao, Terri was fearless. Divorce was fine too; she just wanted to join Diane's camp sooner rather than later.

"you you……"

With a heavy weight on his head and his vision blurring, Joao felt for the first time how wonderful Ishtar was, because the Tudors only advised him to be magnanimous.

(End of this chapter)