Final results

 "Good! If Count Arlen wins the battle, you'll be with your mommy forever!"

 Empress Dowager Mary had a smile in the corner of her eyes as she heard Mary rely on herself so much. However, for some reason, Empress Dowager Mary had always had an uneasy feeling inside her heart.

 Mother and daughter two chatting quite happy when, the empress dowager's personal female officer hurriedly ran in, face with a panicked look, seems to have fallen over the general, two knees on the residue of some dust.

 "Casey! What's all the panic about, mind your manners, okay?"

 Her Majesty the Queen Mother was still very tolerant of Kathy, the middle-aged female officer she had brought from France, and this was the person she trusted most in Scotland.

 "Pardon me! Honorable Empress Dowager, I was too rude! I beg your pardon!"

 Casey dropped to his knees and made a show of sincerity, with respect in his tone.

 "Okay! Get up, what in the world has so caused you to panic!"

 A feeling of uncertainty ran through Queen Mary's mind; it seemed as if she had seen this look on Cathy's face once before.

 At once, it was as if she had been splashed with icy river water on a cold winter day, and a chilling chill pierced through her from the inside out.

 And as if to confirm her suspicions Kathy slowly came out in a trembling voice.

 "Your Majesty the Empress Dowager, Lord Regent has returned!"

 "Is he victorious?" Queen Mary trailed off sharply, her hands stirring together unnaturally.

 "You first send Her Majesty back to bed, she's tired of playing!" Queen Mary suddenly turned her head and whispered to the young maid who was playing with Mary.

 "Yes! Your Majesty the Empress Dowager!" The maid chirped, very softly and crisply.

 Mary seemed startled by the look in Queen Mary's eyes and shrank back, swallowing back the words that clogged her throat.

 With Mary in a reluctant mood, she was carried back by her maid of honor, and the words of the matron, Cathy, and the Dowager Empress Mary continued.

 "Her Majesty the Queen Dowager, Lord Regent, My Lord ..."

 "What's the matter with him?" Seeing the matron stammering, Mary impatiently prodded.

 "Lord Regent he's just returned with over a thousand cavalrymen and is disheveled!"

 Upon hearing this, how could Mary not realize that they Scotland had lost this battle, and lost it badly.

 She slumped back in her seat with some bracing, her eyes staring ahead listlessly, muttering uncontrollably at the corners of her mouth.

 "Your Majesty! Your Majesty!" The matron Kathy, startled by Mary's behavior, rushed forward and called out to Queen Mary.

 It was not clear whether it was Casey who had awakened her, or whether it was because of some attachment urging her on, but in less than a moment Queen Mary came back to her senses.

 "It's okay! I'm fine, Kathy! I'm just because I'm surprised!"

 Seeing her personal officer with a tearful look on her face, Mary couldn't help but exhort.

 "You call the Lord Regent and the heads of the other three clans over here for a moment!"

 "Come on? Don't look like you're crying, you're the Queen Dowager of Scotland's lady officer!"

 "Yes! Your Majesty the Empress Dowager! I'm up, you have to adjust your mood ah!"

 Mary couldn't help but shake her head bitterly as she watched a sobbing Casey sprint away from the palace.

 For this from accompanying their own growing up Kathy, feel helpless, from to the big has not yet changed that crying problem.

 Mary sat back in her chair and pondered how she could protect her daughter, just counting on those wasted Scottish nobles wouldn't do the trick.

 "Bang, bang, bang!" Half an hour had passed when the Hon. James Hamiston, Earl of Argyll, the present Regent, came in with a grave face, and Mary looked closely; his pace was much slower than usual, and the wrinkles on his face were more marked.

 Next to come was Bishop David Beaton, the representative of the Scottish religion, who also looked worried at this time, and seemed to be quite worried about the future of Scotland.

 The young 5th Earl of Argyle, Archibald Campbell, and the Earl of Lennox, Adolphus Lennox, came in a streak of knots, and neither of their faces were any better. Obviously, they all already knew the details.

 "Gentlemen! It is all my fault! I have failed you all, and I am here in front of you all to ask Her Majesty the Empress Dowager to step down from the position of Regent! I am not worthy to shoulder this burden!"

 The long-distance trek to escape back to the Lord Earl is very tired, continuous rushing, less than ten hours, the Lord Earl's body are a little unable to withstand, legs have some trembling.

 "Lord Earl, your contributions are there for all to see, I don't think it would be any different for anyone else this time!"

 "So, you should continue to assist Mary in running Scotland!" Of course Queen Mary forbade the Lord Earl to leave now, she wasn't ready to take over! It couldn't be done on the cheap.

 "Yes! Lord Earl is most suitable for this position, you can't step down!" Earl Argyle and Earl Lennox said in unison, seemingly supporting Earl Arlen.

 In fact, after the defeat of Scotland, the regency this big pit is not much of a person willing to carry, especially the negotiations with the English. Whoever became regent would surely have signed those treaties that betrayed Scotland's interests, and this big black hole was just too big.

 And still Bishop Beaton had no words, and stayed quiet.

 "Alas! Since all the ministers and Her Majesty the Empress Dowager support me, I will reluctantly continue to serve!"

 "But! Mr. Earl, my Mary is not to marry that sickly boy from England!" Queen Mary snapped.

 "Ah yawn!" Edward, who was lying on the grass reading a book, suddenly yawned, his not being depressed.

 "Who's cursing me again?"

 The Earl of Arran smiled bitterly and shook his head, understanding what they meant, but in the end he agreed, after all, he counted as the one who knew Scotland best.

 Pink's Gap, and after a night's counting, the Earl of Wellington came to Duke Edward's side with bloodshot eyes.

 Duke Edward was sitting on a rock at the moment, looking at the new string of captives that had appeared before him.

 "My Monsieur le Comte! And where did these people come from?"

 Watching Duke Edward point to the sliver of captives, the Earl of Wellington said with amusement

 "My Lord Duke, come or be amused, yesterday a few hundred cavalry were sent after the Scots, and I thought I would get a few nobles, who would have thought that there was a wall at the mouth of the valley that stopped a large group of Scots there, and it ended in pandemonium!"

 "The cavalry were as busy as catching sheep, and caught more than 3,000 of them! The rest have all run away!"

 "Then why didn't you inform us?"

 "Your Excellency the Duke, do you think that the plebeians can be as smart as us nobles?"

 The Lord Earl smiled disdainfully, the contempt in his tone unmistakable.

 "So how many of those Scottish brutes have we captured in total?"

 Duke Edward still cares more about his war record.

 "Your Honorable Duke, so far, we have captured a total of fourteen thousand and sixty-eight people! This is a battle record that has never been seen before!"