"Who will be worse than Nero? What can be better than the hot baths built by Nero?" - Poet Matthial

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"What are you doing in my husband's courtyard? Don't you feel unlucky!" At this time, a calm and cold voice sounded at the arch of the front hall. Everyone wiped away their tears and looked there. But they saw a woman in her early twenties with a light yellow hair combed in a bun, wearing a strangely patterned cloak, standing there clearly, without any slightness of guests, just like her words, it seemed that this was her territory, next to her was a high-ranking slave with a slightly dark skin hanging on a nameplate, with several coachmen and a entourage carrying luggage.

"Is it you..." Portia asked.

"The hostess here, the wife of Libidaus." After Yulia finished speaking, she walked in directly. She didn't want to explain too much. She came from Sardinia now, not to fight with Libida's women who "love each other to death in the legend" (who didn't recognize any of them, and didn't care much about it). But in the letters she had exchanged with Libida the previous month, Libida complained, "I invested all my money now in Ptolemy, but I'm stupid, but I forgot that it would take a lot of money to clear the joints, which would cost about a few million Seth to withdraw."

Originally, this was just Li Bida's unintentional complaint, but Yulia immediately called Habaruka, "Your male master (Youlia is very taboo to mention the title of Li Bidaus's wife on weekdays, and she doesn't admit it in front of the servants, so she just used the male master as a substitute) When she encounters difficulties, sell the Opherun Manor!"

This almost scared Habaruka to death. You must know that in such a difficult situation before, the hostess was never willing to sell her ancestral manor. Now she did what she said, without any hesitation.

Because Opherun was well-managed in recent years, he soon sold it forty-five Tarants. Yulia quickly brought all the money. Then he packed up a few pieces of clothing, took out the tokens of the family, dismissed all the slaves and farmers, and took Habaruka and a few hired porters, and came directly towards the city of Rome.

"Miss, what are you doing toward the city of Rome?"

"The money is not enough. I will sell your male owner's property in the city. I will collect it and send it to you."

"But, this is not very convenient... The male owner may not agree."

"I am his wife, mine is his, and his is his."

As a result, he was about to come to Apiron to change his business, but who would have thought that Yulia saw this scene. Good guy: a little wild beauty with black hair and plump figure, a young Roman lady with dignity and gentleness, and a young girl with a young but charming little girl. She couldn't help but frown at the private life of Libidaus, a bastard. I don't know what the group of people were crying, but after walking in, he grabbed Akuta.

After looking for a while, he said, "You are crying about this?"

Seeing that everyone did not answer, Yulia raised her voice. "What's there to cry? Immediately, my husband's woman, with me, took her children to Besanson to see my husband. If he was still alive, he would give him the proceeds from the auction of these industries and continue the career of the Roman man; if he died, I would take his body away and buried it in the Sardinian family cemetery. Then he had children and raised his children and grew up. Don't cry."

Somehow, Yulia's words seemed very intimidating, and everyone stopped crying as if they had found the backbone. Then Yulia asked me about the only three of my husband's women. Portia and Cleopatra hurriedly waved their hands, and then Yulia nodded. She said that's right, now I have to sell all my husband's property. Your name is Porty, right? Take you and my husband's children. First rent an apartment and I will hire a sword slave and a sedan chair with my money. I will meet you in three days. My slave Habaruka stays here to handle everything, and then bring the money from selling the property to follow.

"But wait, this is my friend Porty's house!" Portia was a little anxious.

"But I am the wife of Libidaus! Also, the situation in Akuta may not be true." Yulia's tone was particularly tough, and then she threw Akuta on the ground disdainfully. "My grandfather and father have served in the army. The Romans will find many excuses to fight against the enemy. Since my husband and Caesar are together, Caesar is fine, and my husband will not be fine." After saying that, she stretched out her hands from her cloak, with a look of "What else is there?" Then she paused for three seconds, saying, "It's okay, don't stand there, move."

"This is Li Bida's wife..." Cleopatra said with a tsk.

"Who are you."

"My father is Pharaoh Pharaoh."

"Very good. I went to Gaul this time for your father's career. You allocate two hundred and fifty hundred Tarant to me from the funds my husband gave you."

"But...yes, yes." Cleopatra instinctively felt that the young woman opposite was not easy to mess with, so she raised her hands to agree with her cute smile.

After calming down, Porti told Yulia some places to close the festival. About three days later, Yulia really asked the little pigeon Paruma to collect veterans and sword fighters through his father-in-law Hebrida and gladiator Oplik to serve as bodyguards. He carried his two sedan chairs and Porti and walked up to Emili Avenue to the Gaul area.

Thirteen-year-old Paruma also wore a dagger and stood in front of Yulia's sedan chair, asking, "I'm going to see my adoptive father too. Do you think I'm too young?"

"No, follow me if you want." Yulia said to the little pigeon expressionlessly.

In addition, Yulia also told Porti that after giving the money to my husband, we spent a little money to find a camp apartment in Milan and even Besançon. "Woman, can you afford this kind of hardship? The facilities there are no more than Rome."

"No, no, I'm willing to accept it." Porty said very carefully. She understood that this powerful and cold Yulia was still her mistress in name, so she could never say the whole line of "I'm willing to accept it by relying on my man."

Yulia seemed to see through it, and said lightly that it doesn't matter. You keep your special relationship with my husband unchanged. I won't make things difficult for anyone, but remember that the greatest honor of Roman women is to assist men in their achievements and to foster their own family. I hope you can remember this, "If my husband thinks that he can magnify his majesty in bed with you, that's a good thing."
Chapter completed!