Flowers, Swords and France

The Duke of Navarrein's residence was as quiet as usual today. Even though Mr. Duke was entertaining guests, strict family rules still kept the servants in the residence quiet, for fear of disturbing the guests.

In the Duke's small living room, several people were sitting around the sofa, chatting quietly.

Next to them is a hand-carved coffee table with matching antique lamps. There are bronze statuettes that look very old on the wine cabinet, and embroidered tapestries hang on the two walls next to them. All the furnishings are designed to reflect the history of the host family, rather than wealth. They are completely different from the shockingly exaggerated luxury in the home of the banker Baron Beauvin, and fully reflect the aristocratic reserve and pretentious pride.

"Have you all heard about it?" Duke Navarrein, who was sitting in a gilded armchair, looked at his guests, with unconcealed excitement in his brows, but his tone was still kept very calm, "What happened recently? The usurper was so panicked that he actually planned to ban people from gathering..."

Some of the guests had already received the news and seemed very calm. Others, although it was the first time they heard about it, only looked at each other a few times and did not whisper, but continued to wait for the host to continue.

These nobles have been learning since childhood how to appear calm and indifferent, and never show what they are thinking easily. From this point of view, they have all learned well.

Duke Navarrein turned his face away slightly, and his eyes gradually focused on the man sitting alone opposite.

Among these middle-aged and elderly nobles, this man stands out. In addition to the vague smile that always hangs on her face and her excessive youthfulness, what is even more surprising is that she has a female surname.

"Miss de Treville. You are the first to know about this matter. Tell everyone about it."

"Okay." Charlotte smiled and nodded.

Today, she was wearing a wheat-yellow floral dress with beautiful patterns left on it by fine silk threads. Her hair was styled into a Madame de Sévigné hairstyle in accordance with today's popular styles, and a few strands of blond hair were spread over her shoulders, making them extremely dazzling against the lace on her skirt. The familiar smile also returned to this beautiful face, and she became the dazzling Charlotte again.

The wounds from the previous blow appeared to have healed. At this moment, no one can imagine that she was almost facing catastrophe before. However, the deep anger and hatred were only hidden deep in the heart by the smile, but they never disappeared. Not even a second.

Charlotte became the center of attention in an instant, and in addition to inquiry, these gazes also contained curiosity and appreciation. Although these nobles are all well-informed people, they will not be carried away by Charlotte's charm. But there is a delightful woman among them. It's always a happy thing.

"Our King," Charlotte was unaware of these gazes, her tone was clear and a little sarcastic, "recently he has been very alarmed by the grievances of the people in the country, so he has decided to restrict people's illegal gatherings from now on. , and be prepared to arrest political activists if necessary..."

"Is he crazy?" Someone muttered in a low voice, "What's the use of this?"

Although France in this era did not have allusions such as "the road is for the eyes" and "the mouth of the people is better than the river". But "when people are complaining, it is useless to just stop people from talking." Of course everyone still understands.

The sarcasm on Charlotte's face became more and more intense, "He didn't want to do something really useful, and he didn't have the courage to do it, so he had to find some side projects to make do, so that people would remember that he was still a human being. king……"

Although no one could know the full story of the conversation between Prime Minister Guizot and His Majesty the King, vague rumors still leaked out from the palace, and then reached them through the sympathizers of the royal party.

I don’t know if this suggestion is good or not, but it seems to be a more reliable path that the current dynasty can take.

If it were Charlotte, she would not have any hesitation. She would definitely adopt the final suggestion made by the Prime Minister to His Majesty the King, even if she shed a river of blood for it, especially for that family, she must not do anything. Kill them all without mercy.

Yes, the deep anger and hatred were just hidden deep in the heart by the smile, but they never disappeared, not even for a second.

This anger and the arrogance originally rooted in her blood vessels left her with no time to think about whether this approach had any hope of success in this day and age, or what consequences it would have, and she didn't bother to think about it.

These loyal servants of the Bourbon king, like their predecessors in the past, could neither mobilize the people nor thought of mobilizing the people. They have long lost the respect and love of the soldiers, and have gradually lost their political status under the opposition of the bourgeoisie. Their remaining capital is only the glory and wealth accumulated in the past - but now, even these things are slowly being replaced. It's too slow and unreliable.

However, the advantage of the royal parties is that they have a history and sufficient accumulation. They have been in power for many years, and even the Great Revolution did not completely destroy their influence. Although the Bourbon dynasty has collapsed for more than ten years, supporters of the royal party are still inextricably linked to a large part of today's establishment. Many people would rather let the Bourbon dynasty return than see the revolution again. occur. Therefore, they did not lack secret supporters during the critical moment of the July Dynasty, and as the situation became worse and worse, there were more and more such supporters.

"It's a good thing that His Majesty the King is panicking," an elderly nobleman said calmly, "but is it not enough to just panic?"

"Of course it's not enough," Duke Navarrein nodded, "So we have to help this usurper and let him go to hell as soon as possible and meet his traitor father..."

Although his tone was very calm, the Duke's words made most of the people present forget their composure and stared at the Duke in dumbfounded eyes.

"Everyone, what are you still afraid of now?" Charlotte suddenly chuckled, "Didn't God give us the power to eliminate the usurper by any means? Shouldn't we seek justice?" Gentlemen, we too should have our tycoon count."

Charlotte's words and calm attitude made others understand that this matter had already been decided from above, and today they were just informing themselves.

"In today's dynasty, the legal heir - Wang Taisun - is only seven years old, and the king's other sons lack fame and prestige, and all of them are ambitious. As long as the usurper is assassinated, who else can stand up to support this court? What if they don't fall into chaos? Who can save this dynasty?" Duke Navarre said firmly, "So as long as the usurper is dead, we will win."

"Having said that, I don't object to your view on the usurper. But how should we do this?" A noble asked hesitantly.

As we all know, Louis-Philippe has suffered many assassinations since he came to power. The most dangerous one was in 1835. The assassin even threw a bomb directly next to him. Fortunately, it only killed Marshal Motier next to him. From that time on, King Louis-Philippe began to live in seclusion, no longer appeared in public frequently, and he took careful precautions, and the assassination plots against him slowly decreased.

The nobleman was not opposed to assassinating the king, he just wanted to see a method that could guarantee a certain success rate.

Charlotte still smiled.

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"We certainly don't take risks casually."

Her reserved smile made everyone else understand that this daughter of the Duke of Treville no longer planned to say anything more, and all she needed was her cooperation.

"Okay, then what do you need us to do? As long as we can send the usurper to hell as soon as possible, I can do anything." A noble expressed his position softly, and others nodded.

"Very good..." Charlotte's smile became gentler. She stood up and bowed lightly, "Her Royal Highness the Princess will be grateful for your loyalty to the orthodox royal family."

…

After Charlotte finished speaking, everyone else fell into deep thought, wondering about the possibility of the success of the plan, thinking about how to deal with it if it failed, or thinking about what to do if it succeeded.

"What if we kill the usurper and other rebels follow suit?" asked a noble.

"Then kill him too." Charlotte replied flatly.

"In my opinion, how many of these mobs really want revolution? They just want to use the riots to climb up and find opportunities to make themselves rich and powerful... How many of Napoleon's marshals followed him to the end? Didn’t Bernadotte consider himself a king in the end? So, as long as we win over some people, there won't be any problem. Isn't it just a matter of giving us some official positions and money? If so, then it’s no problem, everyone!”

The Duke's enthusiasm infected the others, and the atmosphere changed from solemn to relaxed again, and everyone nodded in agreement.

These nobles did not think about a very disappointing problem at this time.

They can afford the price, but others can also afford it, and possibly more. . )