Qu Fuer sat in her room, gently caressing her belly. She was very curious that a life was conceived in her flat belly. This was really a magical thing.

  Seeing that both Cesare and she were so determined, the housekeeper didn't say anything else. She just repeatedly told Cesare not to go in and out of the brothel too often, just to protect Fu'er and the baby in her belly.

  Fu'er stared out the window. She hadn't seen Cesare for several days, but her pregnancy reaction began to intensify. She had a poor appetite and her sleep was particularly shallow these days - she always woke up in the middle of the night and then stared at the stars outside the window for a long time.

  The housekeeper would come every day, and she would always look at Fu'er with sadness.

  Fuer buried her head in her arms, "Mom, don't worry about me."

  "You silly child..." the housekeeper sighed.

  She began to look forward to the birth of this life, not knowing whether it would be a boy or a girl, or who the child would look like. Qu Fuer was just a young girl who had not experienced much of the world. When the sisters in Quewu talked about the topic of having children, she would quietly go over to listen.

  However, there was only pain, genital tearing and other terrible topics, so the girl ran back to her little room as if escaping. She thought to herself, will it hurt so much?

  She asked the housekeeper, but the housekeeper said, "I don't know either - I don't have children and I have never experienced that kind of pain."

  Fu'er sat in the room and thought, who could tell her? As she thought about it, she fell asleep in the chair until the middle of the night when it snowed outside, and then someone opened the door and came in, bringing a little wind and snow to wake her up.

  Cesare was exhausted from the journey, and Fu'er couldn't suppress her longing for him, so she threw herself into that man's arms.

  "Be careful, be careful," Cesare looked at her with a smile, "Don't hurt yourself."

  He carried her to the bed and gently stroked her hair, "Have you felt uncomfortable these days?"

  "No, I'm fine." Fu'er said, "How about you? Are you busy these days?"

  "Kahn of the Fumer family has left for next summer. The Knights will be responsible for the security along the way. Although I don't need to show up in person, I still need to pay some attention to him." Cesare took off his outer robe and said, "I woke you up. Go to sleep."

  "Are you going to stay here... today?" Fu'er asked, gently pulling his sleeve.

  "I'll stay with you for a while." Cesare took off his coat and pants and got into bed. "I'll leave in the early morning."

  Fuer said with a smile, "That's great." She opened her eyes and looked at Cesare, "You know, I've been thinking about a question all day."

  "What's the problem?" Cesare turned around and looked at Fu'er. He held her in his arms and asked softly.

  "Does it hurt to give birth?" Fuer asked Cesare seriously.

  "This..." Cesare stared at Fu'er with wide eyes, "This... should be very painful..." He tilted his head, "What are you thinking about? Think of something else."

  "Well...so what do you think, will it be a boy or a girl?" Fuer asked Cesare again.

  Cesare thought about it seriously and said, "I like girls, pretty ones, like you."

  "I hope it's a boy, as tall and handsome as his father." Fuer turned over, lying flat on the bed, staring at the ceiling. "It's hard to believe, Cesare, that I'm pregnant with your child."

  Cesare put his hand under his head. "Yes, Fer, it's hard to believe." He said, "I'm going to be a father." He was somewhat emotional. Because of his status as an illegitimate child, he didn't experience a simple life like other children. His father was the Pope, and his mother remarried. He held Fer's hand and said, "When the child is born, I will give him a complete family."

  Fu'er smiled and said nothing. She knew that some things could not be achieved even if he was willing. She just wanted to give birth to the child safely.

  After the Pope signaled that everyone could leave, Cesare saw Nefer, who was at the end of the line. He remembered that tomorrow was the day when Milani and Nefer would move out of the Hasaro family, so he walked up to him and said, "Lord Nefer."

  "Your Highness." At this moment they were not brothers, but abided by the hierarchical rules of the Pope's Office.

  "Do you have time? I have something I want to talk to you about," said Duke Lorenzo.

  Nefer looked around and said, "Okay."

  He walked out with Cesare, who glanced at his robes. "The red and white robes of the auxiliary cardinal suit you well."

  Nephiel chuckled, "Perhaps the bishop's red robe suits me better." He walked down the stairs slowly.

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  "I think you can be more ambitious." Cesare laughed softly, "For example, a pure white robe."

  Nefere glanced at Cesare. "Are you trying to pit me against the Pope?"

  "No, we are together," Cesare said.

  "You are so confident." Nefer shook his head. "What do you want from me?"

  "Does it hurt to give birth?" Cesare suddenly asked Nefere without any reason.

  Nefereil was shocked. If Cesare had not quickly grabbed him, he would have stumbled and almost fallen down the steps of the Papal Palace.

  "Cesare, are you sick?!"

  Nefer shouted, attracting everyone's attention.

  However, in their eyes, this was just an everyday brotherly love between the Grand Master of the Order and his brother, the newly appointed Auxiliary Bishop.

  Cesare, however, pulled Nefere aside in a serious tone and said, "Let's talk business. Let's go to my house."

  Nefereil looked at Cesare with some vigilance. He really didn't understand what was going on in his brother's mind.

  After arriving at the Duke's Palace, Cesare took Nephilim directly to the study and closed the door. He hesitated for a moment, and as if he had made up his mind, he asked again, "Nephilim, I am asking you seriously, does it hurt to give birth to a child?"

  Nefertui wanted to rush out, but when he saw Cesare's serious expression, he suddenly realized that maybe something was wrong.

  "Look, Nefereil, I'm not kidding you," Cesare said. "I have a woman, and she has a child."

  "Don't you want this child?" Nefert asked him.

  "No, I want this child," Cesare said seriously. "That's why I have to be careful."

  Nefere knew why Cesare was so cautious, and he also knew that for Cesare, having a woman and a child was not something that was too surprising. However, what puzzled him was the man's attitude, he was too cautious.

  "What do you need me to do?" Nefereil knew that Cesare was not looking for him on a whim.

  "She and the child must not be discovered by anyone at this time," Cesare said. "You know what I mean."

  Nefer raised an eyebrow, "But you told me."

  "Because you are my brother, and you saved my life," Cesare said, "I trust you." He looked at Nefertir for a moment, and then said, "We are not brothers who grew up together, and there may even be estrangement and grudges between you and me in the past, but Nefertir, you are a good person."

  Nephile felt a little embarrassed after hearing this, and he did not continue to respond to Cesare's affirmation.

  "Tell me your request." He seemed to agree to it.

  "She's just pregnant, and it may not be convenient for me to see her in the next few months. I hope you can help me take care of her body." Cesare asked Nefere very seriously, "And she must not be exposed."

  "Why?" Nefert asked. He vaguely felt that it might be because of the difference in blood and class that caused him to be so cautious in doing things. However, it was no big deal for him to find a commoner girl as his mistress.

  "It will bring about a fatal disaster." Cesare sighed, "There are some complicated things between her and me. I will tell you slowly after everything is over. I want to ask you, I cherish her and the child very much, so please help me take good care of her in the next few months."

  Nefer nodded, "Okay, I promise you. Where is she and how do I find her?"

  "The brothel on West Street," said Cesare.

  "What?" Nephiel was surprised. The Sparrow House? Wasn't that a brothel? He suddenly thought of the Silver Dove. Didn't the Silver Dove come from the Sparrow House?

  "It's not what you think. I'm not Avni." Cesare said, "She lives in the Sparrow House and was raised by the housekeeper. She was left in the Sparrow House for cover. After all, there are many women there, and pregnancy is not uncommon."

  Naifel thought for a moment and said, "Okay, I'll go see her. Do you want to say hello to her first?"

  "I will." Cesare smiled bitterly, "I will be marrying the dragon queen soon, so it may not be convenient for me to visit her for some time."

  Nefere suddenly seemed to remember something and asked Cesare, "Does this count as love?"

  However, he did not get a clear answer from his brother. Nephilim only saw an extremely strange and transparent expression on Cesare's face - just like the clear blue sky of Elima outside the window.

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  Yinge stood in her room, looking at the man in the room opposite who was packing his luggage.

  He and Melanie were about to move out of the mansion, and she looked at the man with some envy.

  When Nephiel turned around, he saw Silver Dove standing opposite him - he suddenly realized that Silver Dove had known that the room opposite was his.

  Downstairs, Melanie and Damis were holding hands and saying goodbye. Nefertari pointed to the study to Yinge and then disappeared into the room.

  He knew that Yinge had seen it, so he went to the study to wait for her.

  Silver Dove suppressed her heartbeat and walked into the place, pretending that she was just there to get some books instead of meeting Nefert.

  The man's facial expression was ambiguous behind the bookshelf. She walked over carefully, "Lord Nefer." She said.

  "The medicine in this bottle, mixed with incense, is in his room," Nefert said. "I know he has the habit of using incense."

  Yinge looked at the man in surprise.

  "It's not a life-threatening poison," Nefert said, "it will just cause some loss of physiological functions." He looked down at the silver dove.

  He still remembered how full of life she was when he first met her, but now she was almost withering away due to the decay of this house.

  "Thank you..." Yinge held the bottle tightly in his hand, "You don't have to be so nice to me."

  "Take good care of yourself after I leave." Nefer held the silver dove in his arms. He seemed to reach out his hand naturally, but the girl with honey-colored hair became stiff. He was just comforting her, but he didn't expect to see tears in the girl's eyes when they separated.

  "Thank you." Silver Pigeon whimpered softly, "Thank you..."

  Nephiel shook his head and thought dejectedly, what was there for him to be grateful for? He was just a cowardly and stupid man who didn't know what he wanted, and when he found out, it was too late.

  "Can I see you off?" Yinge said cautiously.

  Nefert shook his head, "No need."

  "Will we be able to meet again in the future?" Yinge asked again. She looked at Nefer anxiously, like a girl who had just fallen in love.

  "I don't know, maybe not." Nefert said with a wry smile.

  Yinge bit her lip, "Please forgive me--" She stood on tiptoe, and shamelessly pressed her lips against Nephiel's. The kiss was bitter. It turned out that Yinge's tears fell on her lips.

  The gentle kiss ended, and Yinge shyly grabbed her skirt. She smiled sheepishly, as if she was ashamed of her mistake. "When I think about never seeing you again..."

  But the next moment she was held in that man's arms, and a pair of warm lips pressed against hers. The man licked the tears from her lips with his tongue, and what was left was no more bitterness.

  Their lips and tongues intertwined, as if all the bitterness, grievances, love and hate that had been suppressed in their hearts for these days were released. Nefert almost wanted to rub the woman into his body. What faith, what loyalty, it was all bullshit. He only knew that he should obey his own heart at this moment. He wanted to hug her, want to touch her, want to kiss her eyes and tell her not to cry anymore, Silver Dove, my Silver Dove - but Silver Dove could no longer be his.

  Yinge closed her eyes and accepted the fierce and passionate kiss from the man. She thought that this was a feeling she had never experienced before, so sweet and intense that it made her unable to breathe.

  She trembled at the kiss, but this was their farewell -