It seems that the villain is targeting me.

Lucas did not go into the city with his sister, but several of the family knights saw him.

Gwyneth has sent someone to inform her mother, and soon everyone in Pembroke Castle will know the news. There will be countless things that she will need to deal with, and Gwen will not be able to rest all day today.

But before that, before that, maybe she could still steal a little leisure time.

The carriage drove into the Tudor family's yard, which was guarded by many knights and was very safe.

Gwyneth looked nervously at the ordinary carriage. She felt her throat dry and her heart began to beat wildly. She couldn't tell whether she was nervous or for something else.

Knight Hongyue put down the whip in his hand, turned around, lifted the curtain of the carriage, and leaned his upper body into the back compartment. After a while, Hongyue took out the bird together with the blanket she was wrapped in.

She seemed very quiet, her head resting on Hongyue's shoulder due to inertia, while Hongyue Knight held her carefully, just like a child protecting his most important treasure.

"...Be careful," Gwyneth lowered her voice involuntarily. "I'll take you upstairs. There's a room on the right facing the sun."

"Okay." The Red Moon Knight nodded at her.

Gwyneth took the lead

The Red Moon Knight followed her up the wide steps, without any other servants accompanying them. They slowly walked into the corridor, walked up the spiral stairs, and entered the room Gwen mentioned.

The room was not particularly luxurious, but as Gwen had said, it was a sunny and well-ventilated room, very comfortable to stay in and perfect for resting.

The bed was newly made, and the Red Moon Knight gently placed the bird across the bed.

Afterwards, the two people in the room worked together and clumsily helped the bird take off its coat. The blanket, which had been covered with dust and sweat after sleeping for a long time, was also replaced.

During this process, Xiao Niao showed almost no reaction and was manipulated like a soft rag doll. If it weren't for its chest still rising and falling steadily, Gwyneth would have doubted whether the bird was still alive.

This is the effect of poppy milk: whether you are injured in battle or suffering from illness, just drink a small cup and you will immediately have a baby-like sleep.

The length of sleep also depends on personal constitution. For the same dose, some people can consume the medicinal properties in an afternoon, while others need to sleep for a whole day and night.

"He will wake up tomorrow," the Red Moon Knight explained to Gwen. "The maester said Lord Butcher's patience is not very good, and it will take longer than expected."

Gwyneth nodded and took a last look at the bird with some reluctance.

Then she slowly closed the door and left the room with the Red Moon Knight.

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The news that Lucas was still alive really caused an uproar in the castle.

Gwyneth took great effort to calm everyone down, and then she went to negotiate with the army outside the city without stopping until late at night.

She sat down to rest for a while, went to the kitchen to find something to eat, and then turned around and went into the secret passage without hesitation.

Gwyneth groped her way through the narrow secret passage—a passage she had discovered when she was exploring the castle as a child—and she turned in the direction she remembered, arriving smoothly at the room where Xiao Niao slept.

Xiaoniao's firm trust in Gwen was really wrong: Xiaoniao came from a free and open modern society, and she originally thought that people in the Middle Ages had very old-fashioned ideas!

Who would have thought that our Miss Gwyneth had such a flexible and astute moral bottom line.

What does it mean to rob an inside job? This is called robbing an inside job—it's as outrageous as asking a hungry wolf to guard a pile of mutton chops!!!

Gwen didn't light the lamp, but waited patiently for her eyes to adjust to the darkness, then slowly walked to the bedside.

The hazy moonlight shone in from the window. The person lying on the bed was still sleeping soundly, wrapped in a soft duck down quilt, which seemed to be thinner than usual.

Gwyneth stood in front of the bed, quietly looking at the sleeping bird, without any plans in her mind. Gwen even felt that her anxious mood was miraculously relieved just by looking at her quietly.

After watching for a while, Gwyneth naturally reached out her hand and gently placed it on Xiao Niao's forehead.

It was a little hot, but the body temperature of a half-human is usually higher, so this is still within the normal range. Gwen looked at her for a while, then slowly lowered her head as if testing something.

"Butcher?" she murmured softly.

Xiao Niao didn't react much.

Gwyneth grew bolder. She imitated the way her mother kissed her before going to bed when she was a child and pecked the bird lightly on the forehead. The latter still did not react, so Gwen moved closer, her breathing becoming more rapid, and she gently kissed the earlobe.

Xiao Niao seemed to be awakened a little by the breath close to his ear, and uttered a "hmm" in a daze.

Before Gwyneth could even begin to panic, the bird became unresponsive again.

Gwen's hands, which were supporting herself on the bed, were shaking a little. Her eyes rested on Xiaoniao's chapped lips, and then quickly moved away as if she had been electrocuted.

She buried her burning face in the bed in frustration, cursing herself in her heart for taking advantage of someone in distress and being so shameless. It would be horrifying if she told anyone about it. No matter how she thought about it, there was no hope for her.

Gwyneth's self-condemnation lasted about five seconds, and then she gave up, honestly reached into the quilt, groped and grabbed Xiaoniao's right hand.

Gwyneth sat down on the small stool beside the bed, relaxed on the edge of the bed, and tilted her head to look at Xiao Niao who was in deep sleep.

The latter just lay on the bed obediently, and didn't get angry even when her hooked his fingers. His knuckles were soft and had no strength at all, so he could only be pinched in her palm and played with.

Gwyneth leaned her head gently against Xiaoniao's body under the blanket, and her breathing became slow.

She stared at the sleeping bird's profile for a long time, and the emotion of losing and regaining made the girl's eyes extremely sore.

She took her hand and held it silently, with no intention of letting go.

Chapter 95: Asking you to clarify does not mean getting married!

Gwyneth was awakened by a slightly sharp scream.

"Good heavens, Miss Gwen, you—"

She blinked quickly to adjust to the bright light, and the sound of cups shaking on the tray woke Gwyneth up, and she subconsciously turned her head in the direction of the sound.

She saw the maid holding a tray with a shocked look on her face.

This maid has been responsible for taking care of Ge

Gwyneth was in charge of Wen's daily life, so she didn't realize that something was wrong around her at the first time.

She even felt a little dissatisfied with the little maid's reckless behavior.

Even if it was time to get up, she shouldn't have woken the master with such a sharp voice. But this maid wasn't usually a rash person, was she? Otherwise, her mother wouldn't have arranged for her to take care of her.

Gwyneth muttered to herself, and she soon felt a little cold, her shoulders and waist were very sore, and her entire left arm was numb, as if she had slept with it as a pillow all night.

Huh?

Gwen suddenly realized something. She looked up at the unfamiliar ceiling, then looked at the maid with a terrified expression that said, "Ah, this is something I can see for free."

Gwyneth twisted her neck back little by little, stiffly like a puppet.

The first thing that caught her eye was the Imperial Prime Minister lying quietly in bed—thank the gods, he wasn't awake yet—then she lowered her eyes and noticed that their fingers were still hooked together.

Gwyneth had just woken up, and her still confused brain started working: Oh, I am in Butcher's room now. I sneaked in last night and accidentally fell asleep.

Brackets, sleep disheveled, brackets completed.

I can explain it, Gwen thought calmly, I didn't do anything... I didn't do that.

The maid who witnessed all this became visibly panicked. The tray in her hands was shaking with the force of an earthquake, as if it would fall to the ground and shatter into pieces at any second.

The poor maid only came in to bring some water and food. She had been instructed by the mistress to bring the water and see if the guest was awake at the same time - she had no expectation of finding her own mistress in the room ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!

Seeing that the maid was about to scream in the next second, Gwyneth became anxious.

Ignoring the discomfort coming from all over her body, she quickly stood up and ran to the maid. She took the copper tray without question and said hurriedly, "Stop! Don't shout!"

The maid whimpered weakly and closed her mouth.

Gwyneth carefully carried the tray full of fragile items, turned her head and looked nervously at the bed. When she found that Xiao Niao still showed no signs of waking up, her heart finally settled down.

Gwyneth decided then and there to write a 2,000-word thank-you letter to the bachelor who concocted the milk of the poppy.

She turned back and looked at the maid with a frightened face, thinking: Oh no, I have to clarify something.

Gwen then said dryly: "Don't tell anyone, okay? This is just a misunderstanding."

Tears welled up in the maid's eyes. She felt that there were words in Miss Gwen's eyes. The left eyeball meant killing, and the right eyeball meant silencing.

She then trembled and forced a smile on her face, which was uglier than crying.

Gwyneth looked at her and thought: Forget it, I might as well threaten her directly.

Overall, Gwyneth acted very confident.

This was her home, and she was now the one in charge of the Tudor household—if she gave even the slightest hint, the maid would never dare to tell anyone that she had spent the night in Butcher's room.

There was nothing to panic about, she was full of confidence.

Gwyneth was so nervous at the time that she didn't notice that the man lying on the bed had a slight tremor in his knuckles.

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It was almost noon when Xiao Niao finally woke up.

She woke up in an unfamiliar bed, her consciousness was hazy and every part of her body was aching. She stared at the ceiling for a long time before she gradually realized where she was.

Most people should have had this experience: if you sleep too long, your body will feel very tired.

Xiao Niao held her confused head and muttered something softly. She saw a kettle on the bedside table, so she reached out and poured herself a glass of water. She put it to her mouth and drank it down eagerly.

Her steps were still a little shaky when she got out of bed. Xiao Niao walked barefoot to the window and pulled open the thick curtains. Through the window, Xiao Niao could clearly see the army stationed outside the city.

What came into view made Xiao Niao feel at ease: there was no accident, they did not have any conflict with the people of Highgarden, the army set up tents outside the city to rest, and there were people responsible for cooking food, smoke rising from the distance, everything seemed to be in order.

She staggered back to the bed, her mind still in a daze. Xiao Niao felt a little soft, so she slowly sat down on the edge of the bed. She took a deep breath and unconsciously pulled her hair.

"Tongzi?" Xiao Niao called out in a low voice, a little hoarse.

However, this time she did not receive a response from the system like countless times before. There was no buzzing electronic sound in her ears, and no hot and itchy feeling in her temples.

Xiao Niao tried again, but the system still didn't answer her.

She was not too panicked. Tongzi had rarely communicated with her during this period. If she recalled carefully, the system had become much more silent since she returned from the expedition, and occasionally it would not respond when she called.

This situation certainly made the bird feel uneasy, but the system's explanation to her was that she was running out of energy and needed to rest for a longer period of time.

In the past one or two weeks, it basically only appears when Xiaoniao is in danger of his life.

The function of exchanging karma points can be used normally, but without that nagging and noisy voice in his ears, the bird always feels a little empty in his heart.

She was melancholy for a while, and then, as if to distract herself, she began to observe the furnishings in the house: rose-themed furniture could be seen everywhere, from a chair carved with rose patterns to a pillowcase embroidered with thorn lace.

She was now in the heart of the Tudor family.

At this moment, Xiao Niao suddenly noticed that there seemed to be a very obvious dent on the left side of the sheet.

Xiao Niao was sitting at the foot of the bed and didn't touch the left side of the bed at all, so the mark was definitely not left by her - and judging from the shape, the dent looked like someone had been lying on it.

The quality of beds in the Middle Ages was not as good as those in modern times, but to leave such obvious marks that have not faded until now, one must have lay on them for at least several hours.

Xiao Niao stared at the dent in a daze, and suddenly some broken fragments of memory popped up in his mind.

Half asleep, she felt a warm breath approaching her ear, whispering something softly. She also dreamed that someone was rubbing her fingers ambiguously, patiently pinching each knuckle.

Xiao Niao originally thought that it was just an absurd dream, but now he suddenly felt uncertain. All the details in the dream seemed to have a real heat at this moment. The bird's ears felt a little hot unconsciously, and his neck also showed signs of fever.

She reached out and touched the dent - of course, the body heat left by Gwyneth had long since dissipated - it was cold to the touch, and the mark was easily smoothed out by her, which made Xiao Niao even more confused, and it was difficult to tell whether it was a scene she had imagined.

Before she could think any further, there was a knock on the door from outside.

Xiao Niao instinctively became a little nervous. She raised her voice and asked cautiously, "Who?"

The people outside the house paused for a moment, and then the voice of the Red Moon Knight rang out from outside the door, "It's me, sir."

For some reason, after hearing Hongyue's voice, Xiaoniao suddenly felt a little lost in her heart, but she did not show it. Instead, she asked Hongyue to come into the house.

The Red Moon Knight brought her the latest movements of the garrison outside the city. When Xiao Niao was unconscious, Red Moon took on the responsibility of communicating with Bier and the others.

The people of Highgarden were generally very friendly to them and were happy to do this favor. So, Bi'er wrote down everything that had happened in the past two days on a piece of paper and asked the Red Moon Knight to deliver it directly to the bird, so as not to make it difficult for this idiot to remember so many sentences.

Xiao Niao quickly read the report written by his adjutant: Communication with the Tudor family has been relatively harmonious. The coffins of the Duke of Tudor and his eldest son have been returned. Gwyneth Tudor has sent additional food and supplies...

Although Xiao Niao had promised that the Tudor family would not be required to provide food and fodder for the people she brought, Gwyneth still sent a large amount of fresh crops to the garrison outside the city, replenishing some of their scarce resources.

The report was written very concisely, with the right amount of detail, in Beau's style.

Xiao Niao quickly read the last line of the report: Miss Gwen seems to have discovered your female identity.

She was stunned by those words, blinked slowly, and took a few seconds to react.

Then I got furious.

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When Gwyneth dragged her tired body out of the meeting room, she felt that she had said everything she had ever said in her life.