Do you all know the future?

Chapter 87 Brilliant Expressions
Let heroes judge heroes, let good men investigate good men, and let our own people ask our own people for answers.

Having memorized the answers, Diane easily navigated those topical hurdles, while many others stumbled on the problem-solving aspect.

For certain political issues, mere cultivation isn't enough; you'll be eliminated before the competition even begins, and a few cultists who make deals with the devil will be arrested.

Unfortunately, these nobles had no idea of ​​Diane's true abilities, nor did they intend to make things difficult for her. After all, Diane's true abilities were not important; Her Majesty the Queen would ultimately choose a capable husband, and the winner would be decided by a contest.

Popular candidates are more likely to be challenged and nitpicked, and eliminating any popular candidate is beneficial to those who come after them.

Therefore, every stage is a brutal elimination round, and everyone is eager to find their opponent's mistakes with a magnifying glass. Because Diane has Isabella as a backup, everyone thinks he is just there to have fun, so they are not too demanding of him.

When he came out of the examination room, Isabella and the head maid were waiting for him. Seeing Diane's smiling expression, Isabella knew that he had passed. Her originally cold and aloof face softened as if snow had melted and spring had come.

The other candidates were stunned. The cold and beautiful Blood Rose's expression was unreal; could a frozen rose really bloom?

"Passed?"

Ignoring the other people around, Isabella hugged Diane tightly, comforting the shorter Diane against her chest.

Today, she wore an elegant lady's gown, looking very noble and graceful, and holding Diane in her arms gave off a sweet feeling.

"I passed! The examiner wasn't too difficult!"

Diane's face flushed red. A large group of people around her were watching, and she felt as if she were being attacked by invisible swords.

Everyone's goal now may seem to be the Queen, but who doesn't envy Diane for having Isabella as a backup plan? She's either marrying this beautiful woman or that beautiful woman.

This envy greatly satisfied Diane's vanity and made her a little proud. She had gotten Isabella and was slapping the faces of the imperial nobles.

"Great job! I knew you'd advance with my guidance!"

As Isabella gently stroked Diane's hair, she expressed her pride in Diane. These words alone made countless people grit their teeth in disbelief.

Isabella not only agreed to let Diane attend the Queen's selection process, but she even helped with it. What kind of spell has Isabella been cast on her to be so bewitched?

This is her lover, does she really want to give him to another woman?
Where did the woman's jealousy go? Nobody understands, nobody really understands. Wasn't Diane, Diana's lover, being too good to her? Even her own son wasn't treated that way.

"Thank you, teacher. Otherwise, if my political literacy had remained the same as before, I might have been eliminated."

Diane thought of the answers Isabella had made him memorize; without those answers, he was certain he wouldn't have advanced.

"It's all thanks to your hard work and understanding. I only provided guidance; it's all thanks to your abilities!"

Diane was willing to work hard to memorize the answers, something Isabella couldn't instill in her.

"Alright, we all deserve credit, so let's not be modest. Very few people can get to this point, and we all deserve credit."

Diane shuffled forward a little, not daring to go too far, because many people were watching.

Diane glanced at the remaining number of people; there weren't many left, especially the dejected people who walked out of the rooms, their helpless eyes saying it all.

"That's enough for now. The rest isn't suitable for you. You've proven your talent, and you're more than a match for me."

Isabella gently kissed Diane's forehead, breaking many hearts as the iceberg melted and the cold, beautiful woman transformed into a loving and compassionate mother.

Not good enough? How could it be good enough? Isn't this like a gem being covered in dust?

Many people were internally screaming and wanted to devour Diane just by looking at his expression, but none of them made a sound, like a bunch of silent gourds.

"The last match is really not suitable. I can't beat these talents of the empire at all. I also feel that's enough. I should just admit defeat from now on and not torture myself."

Diane peeked her head out of Isabella's embrace and twirled and played with a strand of her long hair.

“That’s right, I think you shouldn’t go on stage. Some people will hurt you in the arena out of jealousy.”

Isabella began acting, and her compassion was unlike anything people had ever seen before; at least, no one who knew Isabella had ever seen it on her face.

"It can't be that uncivilized!"

Diane looked around; people avoided her gaze. Diane realized that it really might be true. After all, he had attracted people's jealousy.

"Anyway, I won't allow you to go. You'll be my husband soon, and I don't want to become a widow, only to remarry and become a widow again soon!"

Isabella remained expressionless, but everyone else's hearts tightened. Why? Why did Diane have to become Isabella's husband?

The main reason is that they can't see what charm Diane has. Diane is treated so specially, and many people say they are not envious, but the truth is they are.

"No, don't worry. I won't participate in the next competition. I haven't been spiritually awakened for long, so participating in this kind of competition is meaningless."

Diane readily agreed, figuring the rules would change before the next competition anyway, so it was best to act magnanimously for now.

“That’s right, the King Consort is very good. I also hope that you can become the King Consort of Tudor. You can have a greater future, but you are too weak.”

Seeing that he was obedient, Isabella kissed Diane's head, and most of the onlookers felt like they had lost.

Did Diane save the world? Isabella spoils him so much, and even supports Diane becoming the king's consort. I just can't understand it.

Moreover, Isabella called Diane weak, but she showed no disgust at all; on the contrary, she hugged her tightly.

"Yes, I will study hard with the teacher!"

Diane firmly stated that, as if spurred by this experience, she decided to work hard.

"Should I still call you 'teacher'? Shouldn't I call you 'darling'? When are you planning the wedding so I can bestow upon you the title of Marquis Sarella?"

He ruffled Diane's hair, his fingers gliding across the skin of her neck, bringing a cool sensation.

No matter how shocking Isabella's words were, Diane felt like she was melting under her burning gaze. The minor nobles were heartbroken, and even the major nobles, who looked down on the Marquisate of Sarella, felt a surge of impulse when they saw the gentle Isabella.

Why would Diane participate in the Queen's selection of a husband? Isn't Dean Isabella, who likes him so much, much better than the Queen?

Diane should hurry back and marry Isabella instead of getting involved in the Queen's marriage selection.

"I don't know either, I need to see what I need to prepare!"

Diane chuckled awkwardly. He did have the thought of going back immediately to marry Isabella, but it was just a thought. "What do I need to prepare? You don't need to prepare anything, my little apprentice. I like you, you don't need to prepare anything!"

Diane declined the Queen's selection of a bride, and Isabella's words were deeply moving; they were truly heartfelt, otherwise she wouldn't have been so emotional.

In front of a group of nobles, he openly and boldly professed his love to Diane, fully demonstrating the Tudor woman's unrestrained passion for love. Even the aloof Rose was as passionate as a fire when facing her lover.

This intense love reminded Diane of her past life: those who love you will prepare their own wedding dress and travel thousands of miles to find you, while those who don't love you will ask you for this and that and demand promises.

If Diane had truly given up on the Queen, she might have surrendered under Isabella's onslaught. And now she has surrendered. If there weren't so many people around, Diane would have already tiptoed and kissed Isabella's soft lips.

"How could I not prepare? I've received so much kindness from you..."

Diane was embarrassed to admit that she had mostly relied on Lady Isabella for financial support in Tudor. She imagined that if she were to actually marry Isabella, she would prepare a generous gift for her – that would be a fair exchange.

"I was being nice to you voluntarily, and I never expected you to repay me. You shouldn't expect to repay me either. I'm just a father who loves his future children."

Isabella snorted coldly. This level of public display of affection was like the sun in the night, dazzling to those who were eagerly awaiting the Queen's favor.

Those who passed the test wanted to leave quickly, while those who failed were now suffering terribly, cursing Diane in their hearts.

That bastard Diane, how did he manage to marry the best woman in Tudor? He doesn't want anything from Diane, and even supports her. Even the Queen seems a bit inferior.

I originally thought that Diane would suffer a bit to melt this big ice block. Everyone in the Tudors knew how cold Isabella was. But now it seems that she's only cold to outsiders, but incredibly warm to her lover.

People prayed that Isabella would stop talking, because if she did, they wouldn't feel the point of marrying the queen anymore. Strength, gentleness, and love were all concentrated in Isabella.

As if in response to their strong desires, a knight from the palace came out with a scroll of paper.

"Urgent notice to all gentlemen: Her Majesty the Queen has issued a new decree that the Holy Lance Valentin has been lost in the Stormy Ocean. In order to find the Holy Lance Valentin as soon as possible, Her Majesty has decided to change the final arena battle to a search for the Holy Lance Valentin in the Stormy Sea. Whoever helps the Empire find the Holy Lance will become the Queen's husband."

The knight loudly announced the Queen's decision, and everyone present first looked at each other in bewilderment, then erupted into a commotion.

"The Holy Lance that went missing a few days ago? How could it be in the Storm Sea!"

"The Storm Sea is so vast, searching for the Holy Lance is like looking for a needle in a haystack."

"Since we don't need to fight anymore, do we have a chance now?"

Can people who fail this test participate?

"..."

Amidst the cacophony of voices, a seed of hope was stirred in the hearts of most, after all, the favorites to win the championship were the same few people that Neuer had introduced to Diane.

Although the search for the Holy Lance seems more appealing to the popular players, it's still much more likely than a one-on-one duel, since you can't beat someone if you can't win.

"quiet!"

"Only those who pass this test are qualified to contribute the Holy Lance and become the Queen's princes. Others who find the Holy Lance will receive other rewards. Her Majesty the Queen believes this is a time to test your abilities. No means or background are restricted. There is only one requirement: find the Holy Lance. As for the location where it is lost, the map has already been drawn and will be distributed immediately. Please do your best."

The knight explained the documents one by one, emphasizing that the marriage selection meeting should not become a joke, and that the person in the final round should search for a suitable husband, thus showcasing his abilities.

"Sigh, do we have to get through this hurdle?"

"Do we still have to wait for the blueprints to be distributed?"

"The Holy Lance that was stolen a few days ago, hasn't it been found?"

"..."

Those who haven't tested it are anxious, and those who have tested it are even more anxious. They all want to try their luck in the Storm Sea now, while only those who haven't succeeded feel embarrassed.

"My dear, now you can marry the Queen."

Isabella's voice was neither too loud nor too soft, mature and gentle. The people who were originally restless fell silent upon hearing her voice.

The amount of information conveyed in her words was astonishing. The crowd, who had just heard the two showing affection, fell silent, wanting to hear Diane's answer.

"Didn't we agree to marry you?"

Diane looked around at the surroundings, at the pairs of eyes watching the show, and at the wary expressions of many people, and buried her head in the ditch again.

Suddenly, everyone looked at Dai Anshun more favorably, thinking that he was at least self-aware and knew to protect what was in his bowl.

"The Queen's status is not the same as mine. I want you to have a better future, my dear. Her Majesty the Queen is also a great beauty, and I hope you can win her favor."

Isabella was genuinely moved when she heard Diane mention her, realizing that Diane didn't really like the Queen and was simply acting out of a sense of responsibility.

"Nothing's different. I think Teacher Isabella is great, and I don't want to be without her. Besides, the Storm Sea sounds dangerous, and I don't want to take any risks!"

Diane didn't expect the Queen to be so impatient, announcing new rules before this round of testing was even over.

"How could you not have me? Don't worry, I'll discuss it with Her Majesty the Queen. You'll still be my lover. Wouldn't it be nice to have two beauties by your side?"

After Isabella finished speaking, everyone present gasped, as if they were seeing Isabella for the first time.

Every word she said today destroyed her once stunningly beautiful and intellectual dean image, portraying her as a woman blinded by love.

"As for the Storm Sea, I am an angel-level powerhouse. There are not many things that can harm me. It will be safe for you to come with me to find the Holy Lance!"

Having eased Diane's worries, Isabella smiled proudly. Her voice to Diane was still soft and melodious, but upon closer listening, it carried an undeniable decisiveness.

Everyone present was stunned. This kind of off-field assistance came so openly and legitimately. What was Isabella saying? She wanted to help her lover find the Holy Lance and help him become the Queen's husband.

"If I can't argue with you, then I'll give it a try. I'm not that lucky. Everyone's looking for it, so I don't want to end up wasting my time!"

Diane's "reluctant" acceptance was not expected, but the performance went well; at least everyone was not opposed to changing the final rules and accepted that Diane was going to find the Holy Gun.

"What if? I had you sign up in the first place to gamble on that one thing. Now you have this opportunity to become the Queen's husband, and you'll be a member of the royal family. They say that if you love someone, you want them to be better. I want you to be better!"

Isabella gazed at him with deep affection, unaware of how many people were breaking down in their defenses.

(End of this chapter)