Ke Xuezhuo's son-in-law

Chapter 650 Mira’s Retention

Three hours later, Gilad was awakened by the bomb's timer and found himself tied in front of a pillar. The remote control was placed in front of him under his toes. If he didn't pay attention, he would step on the button.

"Woooooo~"

The Duke, who still didn't want to die, faltered in fright. He quickly looked around to call for help, but found that there was no one in the huge back garden.

"Help~wuwuwu."

Gilad's breathing was rapid, with panicked tremors in every breath, and the sweat on his forehead slid down his face, which was twisted with fear. His legs trembled slightly involuntarily, and a trace of extravagant hope flashed in his eyes, as if he was still looking forward to the last glimmer of hope.

Fujiwara stood in the distance, holding the telescope steadily with both hands. His movements were slow and focused, like a hunter observing the last struggle of his prey. His back was straight, Mira's body was pressed against his, and she could feel the waves of indifference and focused power emanating from him.

Mira's eyes swayed slightly between Gilad and Fujiwara. Her fingers wandered on the shirt behind Fujiwara, gently brushing the fabric. There was an almost audible rustling sound, but it could not be concealed. The sound of her heartbeat. Her movements were full of ambiguity, as if she was expressing her uneasiness and expectations in this way.

Fujiwara did not look back, his eyes were still locked on Gilad in the distance, and his voice was as calm as water: "What are you going to do with him?"

There was no fluctuation in his voice, as if he was discussing an ordinary matter. But when Mira heard this, her body trembled, and her inner fluctuations could not help but be revealed.

There was a complex emotion in her words, which was the entanglement of family ties and national laws, as well as the struggle between power and morality. Her fingers unconsciously pressed Fujiwara's back, as if seeking some kind of support.

Mira bit her lower lip gently, took a deep breath, and tried to suppress her emotions. Then, she slowly raised her head, looked through the thin window screen, and looked at the dew shining in the morning light. Her voice was low and firm: "It is true that the Kingdom of Vespania has not abolished the death penalty... but he is my blood relative."

Fujiwara adjusted the telescope in his hand, and the moment he put it down, he seemed to feel Mira's nervousness. He turned around and looked at Mira expressionlessly, with a faint curiosity in his eyes.

Fujiwara finally spoke softly, breaking the quiet and tense atmosphere: "Mira, what are you thinking about?"

Mira took a deep breath, her fingers stopped stroking his chest, and instead she held Fujiwara's hand tightly. Her eyes became determined, and there was a hint of determination in her voice: "Although he can be sentenced to death for his crimes, I can't make decisions based on personal feelings. But he was my family and gave me joy and pain in life. I hope... to give him a decent ending."

Mira's eyes met his, and she could clearly see the calmness in his eyes, which was a kind of depth without waves, neither comfort nor gentleness, just pure observation.

Their eyes collided in the air, and there was an indescribable tension in the atmosphere. Mira's fingers continued to rub Fujiwara's chest unconsciously, which was an act of trying to find the emotional connection between them. Her movements were gentle and trembling, as if she desperately needed to find some kind of support at this moment.

"Have you really decided to remain silent about the Queen's death?"

Mira raised her head slightly from Fujiwara's embrace. Her eyes were clear and firm, like a bottomless spring, hiding her wisdom and determination. She shook her head gently, her long hair rippling gently with the movement, with a trace of unquestionable determination: "That's not necessary, Fujiwara. That will only cause unreasonable dissatisfaction among the people and damage the reputation of the royal family."

As she finished speaking, her arms tightened unconsciously, clinging to Fujiwara's broad chest. Although her movements were light, they still contained some hint of dependence and seeking approval. A wry smile appeared at the corner of Fujiwara's mouth, and his eyes wandered around Mira's face, finally settling on her eyes. His palms gently covered her back, stroking her gently but forcefully, as if conveying his understanding and support silently.

Fujiwara looked at her closely, with complicated emotions in his eyes. He lowered his head and caught the momentary change in Mira's eyes, from a carefree princess to a queen who shouldered the future of the kingdom. An inexplicable emotion surged in his heart, including praise for her rapid growth and sadness for her loss of innocence.

There was a trace of loss in his heart, as if he had witnessed a newly bloomed flower blooming rapidly in the wind and rain, but it also lost some kind of pure beauty. Fujiwara tried his best to raise the corners of his mouth to hide the emotions in his heart. He gently patted Mira on the back and praised: "Mira, you have really matured, like a true ruler."

Mira raised her head slightly, a trace of imperceptible sadness flashed in her eyes. She tried to smile: "Really, Fujiwara? I'm just learning how to better protect my country and people. Losing innocence may be the key to becoming a queen. The first lesson, but don’t worry, even if he is not accused of killing the queen, that man has committed an unforgivable crime, enough to deserve him to be shot a hundred times."

"I know you'll do a great job," Fujiwara whispered, admiration flashing in his eyes, "but don't forget yourself and don't become like those you once hated."

Mira lowered her head slightly and replied softly: "I will remember it, Fujiwara."

Fujiwara turned around and prepared to leave the room, his steps steady but without hesitation. There are too many ties in his heart, too many responsibilities waiting for him to fulfill, too many people looking forward to his performance, too many people needing him
However, just as he was about to step out of the room, an arm suddenly wrapped around his waist.

Mira's hug was tight, with a determination that she didn't want to let go. Her voice sounded in his ears, a little choked: "Please don't go, stay, I need you."

Fujiwara's heart couldn't help but skip a beat. He could feel Mira's nervous heartbeat and breathing. The dependence and trust made him almost irresistible. He hesitated. This warm embrace, the glory and wealth that might bring him, were so tempting.

But in his heart, there are more concerns calling him, and there are emotions that he can't let go of, waiting for him. He took a deep breath, slowly turned back, and gently wiped away the tears from the corners of Mira's eyes with his palms. His voice was gentle but firm: "Mira, after the enthronement ceremony, I will stay here for a few more days and then go back. I have many places. I haven’t gone shopping yet.”

Mira raised her head, with a trace of reluctance and expectation in her eyes: "Then will you come back?"

Fujiwara smiled gently at her: "Of course, when you manage this country well, I will definitely come back to witness your achievements."

"Then let's hook up, as an agreement." Mira's eyes glowed with innocence, and she stretched out her little finger. Her movements revealed a cuteness that coexisted with childishness and seriousness.

Fujiwara raised the corners of his mouth tenderly, stretched out his little finger, and clasped it tightly with her. This simple action seemed to have become an unspeakable agreement between them, and a faint sense of ambiguity quietly grew in this action.

"Hang yourself with a hook, and it won't change for a hundred years." Fujiwara said softly, with a trace of affection flashing in his eyes.

Mira's pupils reflected his figure, feeling the weight of that promise, and an inexplicable warmth surged in her heart. "No change allowed for a hundred years." She repeated, with a smile in her voice.

(End of this chapter)