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A moment later, Aponia released her grip, and Marta, wrapped in a towel, chased after her.

Our gaze returns to the ground floor of the building where the 彡私冥七弮司疤事 is located—

"I'm exhausted, Rita. Can I skip tomorrow?" Gisela said dejectedly, dragging her swaying body as she wearily stepped off the carriage and headed towards her mansion.

"Your Majesty, you performed perfectly today, please keep it up," Rita encouraged Gisela as she supported her.

"Hey! Jeanne, what are you doing?" Gisela noticed Jeanne Alter, wearing a sun hat and tending to the flowers and plants not far away.

"Are you an idiot? Or are you deaf in all four ears? Can't you see I'm weeding?" Jeanne stood up, wiped the sweat from her body, and glared at Gisela with her usual sour face.

Those unfamiliar with Jeanne might feel a sense of loss and sadness upon hearing this, but Gisela, who is already familiar with Jeanne, simply smiled slightly.

Because Gisela felt that this was actually saying, "I'm doing a good job by weeding, aren't I? You're just asking because you don't really care about me. Why don't you praise me?"

"I'm going to take a bath later, come with me," Gisela said loudly without any attempt to hide her feelings. Rita, standing behind Gisela, simply smiled at her without showing any other unusual behavior.

"Huh? Did your fox head get kicked by a Turkic horse's hoof? Why should I wash with you?" Jeanne's golden eyes flashed with impatience.

“Not coming to the harem is arrogant.” Gisela walked straight into the mansion, leaving Jeanne standing outside in a daze.

"Rita, did I ask the Ottomans to transfer all the servants from the manor?" Gisela slowly unbuttoned her military uniform.

“Your Majesty, apart from a few workers left in the boiler room next to the main house, there are no outsiders here,” Rita said softly.

"That would be perfect." After saying that, Gisela took off her military uniform and casually threw it on the ground. Then she took off her pants and boots, standing in the middle of the empty living room in only her underwear.

"It's much cooler this way." In reality, Gisela wore military uniform only to avoid trouble, and she transferred the servants away so that she could walk around in cool clothes. To put it bluntly, she was just lazy.

Gisela was happily undressing in front, while Rita was happily picking up the clothes behind her. His Majesty's scent…

"Rita, help me contact the boiler room. The bathhouse needs hot water. I want to take a bath and also ask them to send a masseuse." As a fake masseuse, Shahrado's skills were already quite good, let alone a real Turkish masseuse. Just thinking about this made Gisela's fox tail wag happily on its own.

"Yes, Your Majesty." Gisela, who was holding Rita's clothes, nodded to indicate that she understood.

Just as Gisela stepped onto the stairs, a white figure swept past her, stirring up a cool breeze. Gisela instinctively turned around and saw a silver-haired little girl running towards the door.

"This Deli is stupid." Gisela shook her head helplessly, then turned around to go upstairs when she bumped into two objects.

"Get out of the way, you fox!" Due to inertia, Marta flew directly towards Gisela. By the time Gisela turned around, it was too late to avoid it. With Marta's movement, the two of them crashed to the ground together.

The beauty of heaven, the feeling of being enveloped by a beautiful girl's breasts under the face wash, and the thought of how wonderful it is to be an emperor had not yet been uttered.

"Ouch." The next second, Gisela's head hit the edge of the stairs, and after repeating this several times, she rolled to the ground. Marta, on the other hand, was not injured because she had cushioned Gisela's fall.

Marta quickly got up to check on Gisela's condition, and just then Gisela's head tilted to one side, and she foamed at the mouth, falling into a coma. Worse still, she stopped breathing.

At this moment, not only Rita but even the usually composed Marta started to panic.

"Nothing will happen!"

"Quickly, give them mouth-to-mouth resuscitation!" Rita shouted.

Marta quickly laid Gisela's body flat, lifted her chin, and blew air into her mouth. Then she rhythmically pressed Gisela's chest with both hands.

“That’s not how you do it, you idiot.” Rita quickly pushed Marta aside and went to Gisela to perform CPR on her.

At this moment, Aponia, who had just come out of the room, saw Gisela with her head tilted as if she had died, and her face changed drastically. Then, exhausted, she knelt on the ground.

PS1: Getting funny 0v0!

Chapter 542 The Turkish Symphony of the Vienna Rose: The Relationship Between Su Beiming and Gisela (Seeking Votes)

"Hmph! Fox, I know you're in a bad mood. Seeing how tired you are today, I'll just keep you company while you take a bath." Jeanne carried a pot of freshly picked flowers into the house, but when she saw Gisela lying on the ground, the flower pot she was holding fell to the ground.

"Look what you've done!" Rita cried, her voice trembling with tears, as she glared angrily at Marta. In Rita's eyes, the blame for what had happened to Gisela rested entirely on Marta.

Seeing this, Theresa also came to Gisela's side. After silently observing Gisela for a moment, she sighed, took out the ring that had been in her hand earlier, and murmured softly:

"The Lord's left hand represents cunning and tact, and his right hand represents integrity and justice. As the ruler of this era, I have been entrusted by the Lord to give you the duty of ruling the mortal world. So I return this honor to you, Gisela Louise Marie," Theresa said softly, and then gently placed the ring on Gisela's finger.

"What are you doing! His Majesty is not dead yet, he does not need your prayers!" Rita roared at Theresa in dissatisfaction!

As for Marta, after her initial panic subsided, she looked at Theresa, who had just been reciting the prayer, with amusement.

Because she suddenly remembered some secrets she had never told anyone: the Heart of Rome possessed an even more hidden power, which she had witnessed firsthand in the secret chamber protecting the body of the last empress from decay for centuries.

Could the power he hides and possesses be...?

"It hurts so much!" Gisela struggled to open her eyes, only to find that she was not truly awake, because she was not in the familiar yet strange Turkish manor, and Rita and the others were not with her.

Since the last war between Pu and Au, when she faced the desperate situation of the Black Saint, Gisela had not come to this part of her sea of ​​consciousness for a long time.

At that moment, a ball of blue flame slowly descended from the horizon, and before Gisela, the flame gradually transformed into a woman with fox ears, whose appearance was remarkably similar to Gisela's when she had silver hair.

“Su Beiming?” Gisela tilted her head, looking at the distant figure with some confusion. Nearly five years had passed since her other self disappeared, a period of time that far exceeded the length of time Gisela had experienced in this world before.

"Hmm!" The woman's tone was as cold as ever, but her purple eyes were filled with an unusually rich range of emotions. She slowly raised her hands, but after biting her lip, she lowered them.

Gisela clearly saw the woman's inner turmoil at that moment, so she didn't say anything but walked directly towards the woman in front of her.

“Welcome back,” Gisela said softly, then hugged the silver-haired woman in front of her, wrapping her arms around her waist. Because she was taller than Su Beiming, Gisela rested her head next to the silver-haired woman’s fox ear.

Su Beiming's purple eyes were first surprised by Gisela's reaction, then a hint of tenderness flashed across them, before he closed his eyes to enjoy the time he spent with his other self.

Because she witnessed firsthand the path pioneered by her other self, she was also grateful that the soul vessel she chose was so excellent, practically the epitome of perfection, except for a few minor flaws like being a womanizer.

"I miss you so much. I thought you were gone forever." Gisela's voice trembled slightly, perhaps due to her emotions, and tears streamed down her face.

"What are you saying? You are Su Beiming, and Su Beiming is you. You and I are one person now." Su Beiming gently stroked Gisela's cheek, whispered his words, and then stood on tiptoe to kiss Gisela's forehead.

Although their souls were intertwined and complemented each other, Gisela felt that the silver-haired woman before her was more like her mother. Perhaps out of fear that she would disappear again, she held Su Beiming even tighter.

The two separated a moment later.

"Don't rush!" Gisela was about to speak when Su Beiming covered her mouth with his right index finger.

“I know you still have many questions for me, but time is limited, so I’ll keep it short.”

"Mmm." Gisela nodded obediently.

“You’ve read my memories before, so you should know about the bloodline we share.” Gisela nodded in acknowledgment.

"We are a fox clan that has been passed down for thousands of years on that eastern land, and our ancestor was Su Daji." Gisela was quite clear about the history of her bloodline, but because it wasn't very important, it didn't attract much attention from her at the time. After all, what mattered more to her was that she was the heir to the Habsburg dynasty.

"Then you probably don't know that although our clan has many people, only one bloodline can become an imperial princess of a dynasty." Gisela indeed didn't know this, because Su Beiming didn't have this part in his memory at the time.

"That is the bloodline passed down solely by Lady Su Daji herself. Because this bloodline is not passed down through normal means, but requires the soul of someone with whom one has a close relationship to be fused with demonic energy to create a new life. Then, after undergoing certain necessary procedures with one's beloved, it can be conceived." In short, one must first obtain the soul of someone with whom one has a close relationship, and then "replenish the demonic energy" with one's beloved.

"So, you've had someone like that before?" Gisela wasn't just imagining things; it was simply because Su Beiming and she were now one entity. If she were Su Beiming's lover, should she admit it? If she didn't admit it, wouldn't she seem like a scumbag? But if she admitted it, wouldn't she be even more of a scumbag? After all, she was already married.

Thinking about all this, Gisela secretly glanced at the wedding ring on her ring finger, and the fox felt a little guilty.

“In a sense, you were born in the same way, but my method was rather special; I completed my own rebirth.” Su Beiming flicked Gisela’s forehead.

Su Beiming possessed Selena's body before using Gisela's birth mother, Elizabeth, as the mother to first conceive the original Gisela. Then, before the original Gisela's soul dissipated, he combined the new soul, which had been prepared and reforged by combining Lin Wei's soul, with the current Gisela. At that time, Su Beiming wanted to use this unconventional method to resurrect Zhu Di, but of course, he failed in the end.

Not only did he fail, but he was also absorbed into it, and thus the trinity of his self was born.

So in a sense, Gisela is both his own "daughter" on a spiritual level and, in fact, his newly reborn self...

This is why Su Beiming was willing to overdraw his own strength to protect the fox.

PS1: Su Beiming essentially created his own new self, which solves the chicken-or-egg problem.

Chapter 543 The Turkish Symphony of the Vienna Rose: Capter 40 Clarent and the Prince of Wales (Vote Requested)

"There's a question. You said it's about the souls of people who form close relationships, so what was the original relationship between you and me?" The perceptive Gisela seemed to have noticed something amiss.

At this moment, a slight hesitation appeared on Su Beiming's usually arrogant expression, and his purple eyes also showed evasion, making the atmosphere somewhat silent.

Of course, Gisela didn't know that the part of Su Beiming's memory she had read was only a subconscious part of her own; the real secret had long been sealed away by Su Beiming in the depths of his heart, a secret he himself could no longer recall.

“You’ve met my mother, and you’ve met my former sister. You know my name is Lin Wei. I’ve never known how my soul ended up in your hands.”

Gisela's last memory of her past life was playing Battlefield 1 with her best friend; she remembered nothing else.

“That’s not important. There’s something more important that you need to pay attention to. Your body is mature and full of magical energy, but your soul is unstable. So be careful what you do lately, or I won’t be able to help you if something happens.” Su Beiming said with a serious expression, but Gisela only noticed the evasive look in Su Beiming’s eyes when she asked the question earlier.

If it were anyone else, they might not have attracted Gisela's attention, but Su Beiming was different. Su Beiming was a princess of the Ming Dynasty, a legendary figure who had lived for nearly five hundred years. (The plural soul here refers to Gisela's body, although it is currently dominated by Lin Wei, but Gisela's original soul still exists, as well as Su Beiming's soul...)

"Don't run away from the problem!" Gisela pressed down on Su Beiming's shoulder, looking seriously at the silver-haired, fox-eared beauty before her. Her stunning face now showed signs of distress. Su Beiming's earlier warning was completely forgotten.

"No comment." Su Beiming shook off Gisela's grip and turned to leave, but Gisela tackled her to the ground.

"Why won't you tell me? I want a reason! Why did you choose me, and why did you bring me here?" Gisela wasn't dissatisfied with the status quo; after all, aside from lacking her tools, she was happy every day here. She simply wanted to satisfy her curiosity, after all, it's human nature.

Looking at Su Beiming Jisela in front of him, he felt inexplicably irritated.

"Time's up." Su Beiming looked up at the sky, and at that moment, a somewhat ethereal, childlike voice entered his mind.

"The Lord's left hand represents cunning and tact, and his right hand represents integrity and justice. As the ruler of this era, I have been entrusted by the Lord to give you the duty of ruling the mortal world. So I return this honor to you, Gisela Louise Marie." This was clearly Theresa's voice.

"The other me, a clingy man, lacks charm. Next time, next time I'll definitely tell you the truth you want to know. Oh, and remember to take good care of A-Fu for me; I still owe her a favor." Su Beiming said with a smile. Then Gisela was pulled backward as if by something, until she was completely dragged out of her sea of ​​consciousness.

Returning our focus to the outside world—2nd of 2012

As Theresa finished reciting, Gisela suddenly opened her eyes, propped herself up, and her head collided directly with Theresa's.

"It hurts!" Theresa cried out, then fell backward, only to be caught by Marta behind her.

Seemingly sensing someone helping her, Theresa, who was about to say thank you, glanced behind her at Marta, then mechanically looked forward again, took a deep breath, and tried to run away. Of course, with her short legs, she was quickly lifted up by Marta with one hand.

"Let me go! I am the Pope of Rome, God's representative on earth! You have touched me, and you will never enter heaven. Your soul will be eternally burned by the scorching flames of Satan and Lucifer, and you will never be reborn!" Looking at Theresa, who was still struggling, Marta smiled, narrowed her eyes, and then hugged Theresa in a friendly manner, burying her face in her breasts.

What followed was so "horrifying" that, in everyone's eyes, His Holiness's face gradually turned blue, then pale, until finally he stopped struggling completely and fell to the ground like a broken rag doll after Marta let go.

Could this be the infamous breast-killing case?!

"Why are you all gathered here? Is there something important today?" Gisela asked as soon as she opened her eyes, seeing Marta, Theresa, Jeanne, Rita, Aponia, and others surrounding her.

"Your Majesty, are you alright?" Lavalli asked with concern as she checked Gisela's body.

"It's nothing," Gisela waved her hand to indicate that everything was alright.

At this moment, Gisela vaguely remembered Su Beiming, who seemed to have warned her about something in her mind just now, but she couldn't remember it at all. However, she figured it wasn't anything important.

“What did I just say I was going to do?” Gisela asked.

Of course, when Gisela developed dementia in the future, the court physicians also stated that the cause of her illness was closely related to Her Majesty the Queen's fall in Constantinople, so Lady Mata needed to bear some responsibility.

Meanwhile, on the surface of the Aegean Sea

“Your Highness, we have reached the coast of the Ottoman Empire. Her Majesty the Queen will arrive in Constantinople within the next two days. You will then have at least half a day to make contact with the Austrians,” the attendant who had been following the Prince of Wales whispered.

“I understand.” The Prince of Wales nodded. She stood at the bow of the ship, holding her most beloved magical artifact, Clarent, in her hand. Today, she was not wearing an eye patch, her hair was neatly tied back, and her attire was both elegant and dashing.

"By the way, do you know what kind of person Empress Gisela Louise Marie of Austria was?"

"What kind of person?" The man frowned and fell into deep thought.

"A brilliant military strategist, a great reformer, a ruthless ruler, a musical genius, a business prodigy..." Gisele has too many labels. Due to word of mouth, the image of this Austrian empress has become increasingly vivid, but there is no doubt that her extraordinary abilities are evident to all.

"She is a very difficult opponent for Britain, isn't she?"

"Your Majesty, it's clear."

"I will certainly not let you down, no matter what," the Prince of Wales said to herself, feeling particularly motivated at the thought of Victoria's praise.

At that moment, she was unaware that her life, like Clarent in her hands, already had a predetermined trajectory.

PS1: A family drama is bound to happen sooner or later.

PS1: A British classic

Chapter 544 The Turkish Symphony of the Vienna Rose: Capter 41 "Big Brother's" Visit (Seeking Votes)

"Your Majesty, have the Ottomans not arranged any activities for you today?" At this moment, a woman with dark hair, wearing thick glasses on a high nose, and a somewhat unkempt appearance stood in front of Gisela's chair and asked.

“Yes! But I don’t want to go today, so I turned it down. After all, I’ve never really liked socializing that yields little benefit, because it doesn’t provide me with any emotional value, nor does it bring any benefit to my country.” With that, Gisela stood up, stretched, picked up her golf clubs again, and walked towards the course not far away.

“The grass here is natural, and the terrain is varied and undulating. It would be a shame not to use it as a golf course.” Gisela got into position and gripped her club tightly, while Aponia and Rita followed closely behind her, one carrying the bench and the other carrying Gisela’s clubs.

"What business does Your Majesty have summoned me for?" The black-haired woman pushed up her glasses, looking utterly confused and puzzled.

"Jeanne, watch closely!" Gisela raised her head and shouted to Jeanne Alter, who was carrying a flagpole not far away, before swinging the club with all her might, sending the small white ball flying into the distance.

“Miss Zoe Paliologs, do you know why I asked you to come here with me?” Gisela turned around, wiped the sweat from her brow, and looked at the unremarkable-looking woman in front of her.

She is described as unremarkable, simply because she is not good at dressing up. As a researcher, there is nothing she truly cares about except for new discoveries on the experimental platform.

"I'm sorry, Your Majesty! I'm just an ordinary magic technician, and I really can't understand Your Majesty's intentions." Zoe lowered her head, her tone apologetic, but she was actually more concerned about the time she had wasted with Gisela, which she would have to make up for by working overtime.

"Do you know this?" Gisela raised her right hand and took off the ring that Theresa had worn on her hand yesterday.

“In the past, the Romans liked to call this ring the Heart of Rome. They kept it inside a metal sphere, using the sphere to symbolize imperial power.” Gisela presented the ring to Zoe.

“Zoe Palerío, the last time this ring, the Heart of Rome, appeared was in the hands of Empress Constantine XI. Your ancestor was Constantine XI's niece, and you have the blood of the Byzantine imperial family flowing through your veins. As a descendant of that purple empire, do you know the secrets hidden within this ring?”