Flowers, Swords and France

Charlotte's departure was just as sudden as her appearance. Before Charles could react, she had already walked out quickly, leaving him alone in the small reception room.

Charlotte smiled bitterly, then sat down on the seat beside the chessboard, and carefully fiddled with the small chess pieces as he usually liked to do.

Charlotte had never been so harsh to him as this time, so sure that she was very serious.

What did she ask for?

She asked Charles to stay at home and not go to the palace.

How did she know that the court wanted to invite her? Even he himself just found out tonight. This question puzzled Charles.

However, since Charlotte had given such a serious warning, he would just listen to her for once - anyway, he didn't plan to enter the court, so there would be no loss at all. Charles finally made a decision.

However, deep in his heart, there was still a shadow that had not dissipated, which made him feel a little depressed.

Charlotte, what do you want to do? You came to tell me not to go. Do you have any plans for this palace banquet? Could it be...

When he thought of this, he couldn't help but open his mouth slightly.

No? ! How could it be? ! He was screaming in his heart.

No matter how you put it, this is too horrifying?

Because it was too beyond imagination, he quickly suppressed this idea in his heart. However, this horrifying idea still lingered in his head, making his body a little stiff.

Go to Charlotte to ask about it tomorrow. So as not to worry. After a while, he made the final decision.

At this time, he heard footsteps in the corridor outside the door. When he turned his head to look at the door, he found that the Marquis of Treville appeared at the door, and his servant followed him carefully.

"Charles, has Charlotte left?" The Marquis asked this question directly at the beginning, which caught Charles off guard, but it should be the servant who told him. This is not surprising.

"Well, he has left, and it seems to be in a hurry." Charles nodded. Then he looked at his grandfather with a smile, "I can take care of her, why do you have to come down here by yourself? Go back and rest early."

Unexpectedly, the Marquis de Treville shook his head gently. He sighed rarely.

"Ah... How can you deal with her... This child is incredible." The old marquis sighed again. "Ah, I just found out that this child is really incredible!"

"Hmm?" Charles was a little confused.

Ignoring his answer, the old marquis just looked at Charles meaningfully.

"We don't have only Charlotte as a guest tonight, Charles, we have to entertain her well."

"Who else?" Charles was even more confused, "Is she here?"

"Yes, she is here." The old marquis smiled and nodded. Then he walked in.

Following him was not the old servant. It was another person.

His face was very similar to the old marquis, but his expression was much colder.

This is...

It's his brother, Philippe de Treville. Duke of Treville!

Even if the earth suddenly cracked before his eyes and magma splashed out from the ground, Charles would not be as surprised as this moment.

The two brothers of the Duke of Treville stood quietly in front of him, their faces were equally old and equally calm. The two brothers who were said to have broken up just stood quietly in front of Charles.

Charles was shocked, as if his brain was burned, and subconsciously asked a stupid question.

"Where did you come in from?"

Fortunately, his uncle did not care about this offense.

"I came in from the back door, so I didn't run into Charlotte, don't worry." His answer was cold and calm, even with a little humor.

The old servant saluted the three people inside, then carefully closed the door and stood outside.

Charles only recovered from the shock just now. He hurriedly gave the two old men a seat, and then stood respectfully aside. The two old men were not polite, and sat directly at the two ends of the chessboard.

Charles looked at the two old men sitting upright, and his heart was full of doubts.

"Grandfather..." He looked at the old marquis eagerly, "What's going on?"

The old marquis tilted his head towards his brother, indicating that he should speak.

The Duke of Treville nodded slightly and spoke on his own.

"If Charlotte hadn't come tonight, I'm afraid I wouldn't have come out to see you so soon."

Charles decided to remain silent and let him speak clearly.

"Well, now that things have come to this, I should also tell you everything." The Duke was still as cold and calm as ever. He raised his head and looked at Charles coldly, "Please remember, if you are still named Treville, if you are still a member of our family, you must listen to my words honestly and never reveal a word."

Under his firm gaze, Charles nodded subconsciously.

"Very good," the Duke of Treville slowed down his tone and spread his hands, "Yes, as you can see, your grandfather and I have not broken up. The two branches of the Treville family are still a whole until now..."

The Marquis de Treville also interjected at the right time. "That's right, Charles. The Treville family can do whatever it wants to the outside world, but it must unite as a whole internally. This is the only way for our family to maintain its status for hundreds of years, and it is also the most effective way."

Oh my God!

So that's it!

Charles understood.

Betting on both sides.

It's really not surprising that the Treville family did such a thing - but then again, when grandpa talked about his brother before, the disdain and arrogance on his face were really realistic!

The huge psychological shock and contrast made Charles still speechless.

"You are the only one in the new generation of our family who knows this secret." The Duke of Treville said again, "At least for now."

In other words. Charlotte didn't know at all, and her brother didn't know either.

"Why?" Charles finally said the first sentence, and he finally managed to regain his composure.

The original text is in the six # 9 @book/bar!

Seeing his grandson regain his composure so quickly. The old marquis nodded approvingly.

"Why? Because you have proved that you have the ability, you have recovered a large loss for the family, and you will be able to move the Treville family forward in the future... Charles, I said that you are excellent, so you have the qualifications."

Charles wanted to say something, but he couldn't think of what to say. In the end, he still forced a smile.

"I am... I am honored."

Now Charles finally understood why his grandfather found Baron Bovan's mining project. It turned out that the Duke told him! No wonder he kept saying that the introducer was absolutely reliable!

"Charles, I should say thank you to you." As if he saw what Charles was thinking. The Duke thanked him gently, but unfortunately his stiff face made it impossible to fully express his gratitude. "You saved your grandfather through your own efforts. You also helped me. Helped the Treville family, and you prevented my momentary mistake from causing a disaster. Thank you."

His gratitude was 100% real.

"This is what I should do." Charles replied with a forced smile.

At this moment, a strange thought suddenly crossed his mind.

These two brothers who were so cunning, oh no, smart and wise, were almost tormented by the big banker Baron Bovan and could do nothing about him. It turns out that there is a reason why France has become a usurious imperialist country...

However, this idea was quickly extinguished by Charles himself.

"Besides this." He had regained his composure, "Do you have anything else to tell me?"

"Yes. And there are quite a few." The Duke nodded again, "But my time is limited, so I can only tell you some important things. First..." He paused suddenly, "Tell me first, what did Charlotte say to you just now?"

"She told me not to attend the court banquet that Prince Julesville was going to hold." Charles answered truthfully immediately.

"Sure enough," the Duke sighed regretfully, "Then with your intelligence, you should be able to guess it quickly?"

Charles looked straight at the Duke, his expression quickly changed from astonishment to a little horror.

"You...you..." He finally regained his composure, "Did you arrange this?"

"This was not arranged by me." The Duke answered immediately.

"Charlotte...Is Charlotte going to go by herself?" Charles asked immediately.

"Yes, she is going." The Duke was still very honest.

Charlotte completely understood that Charlotte had rushed over so anxiously just now to warn him not to go to the doomed dangerous place.

"You...how could you let her go? Don't you understand the danger?" Charles' tone suddenly became stern, even questioning.

However, the Duke's face was still as gloomy as water.

"She insisted on going by herself. I have persuaded her, but it's useless, sir."

"Oh...what a great child!" The old marquis next to him couldn't help but sigh again.

Charles was speechless for a moment. With Charlotte's temper, since she had made this decision, she would never turn back.

"Then why not just tie her up?" He immediately suggested.

"Because I persuaded her, she has left home now. She is determined now, and it seems that no one can persuade her. If there is a chance, we can still tie her up here, but unfortunately you have let her run away."

"I didn't know about it beforehand!" Charles couldn't help but defend himself, and then looked at the Duke sternly, "I really don't understand what you are thinking. Do you really think there is any point in assassinating the king? Regardless of whether it can be done or not."

Unexpectedly, the Duke nodded and agreed with his opinion, "You are right, I think there is no hope for the restoration of the Bourbon dynasty. Although it is a pity, it is the truth."

The bigwig of the royalist party said such a sentence, which was really funny, but Charles couldn't laugh at all.

"But unfortunately, this is the order of the eldest princess, and Charlotte wants to execute it..."

"She can't even think about it!" )