Flowers, Swords and France

The arrival of His Majesty the King brought the atmosphere of the banquet to a climax. .Prince Jules and his wife quickly came up and saluted their father.

Charles watched all this quietly, and his mind was thinking about other things.

"Brother, why didn't Her Majesty the Queen attend?" The people next to Charles suddenly whispered.

"I heard that she was not feeling well..." another person answered in a low voice.

"Not feeling well? Not really... She should have attended anyway..." The man was still a little suspicious.

"My friend, don't you understand it well?" Another person answered again, with a hint of meaning in his words.

"Oh... That's it!" The man sighed, as if he really understood something, "It seems that the rumor is true. Compared with Prince Jules, Her Majesty the Queen values ​​the Duke of Nemours more..."

"Shh, keep your voice down," another person interrupted him quickly, "This has nothing to do with us."

"My friend, I just said that..." The man smiled and moved on to other topics.

Charles sneered in his heart. These two people only saw the surface. Is His Majesty's attendance today just because he likes his third son more? I'm afraid not. He favors his third son mainly to help him to check the influence of his second son, the Duke of Nemours, in the royal family, so that he cannot shake his authority in the royal family and the court. As long as a king lives, he will not want anyone to share his influence and power.

However, he probably didn't expect that the power he tried so hard to maintain is now running out of time and is about to collapse, right? Even at this moment, he himself is taking risks with his life.

Thinking of this, Charles looked at the king with a little contempt and ridicule.

In this way, His Majesty the King of France walked towards his throne step by step. In order to show the majesty that a monarch should have, his steps were very slow. After a while, he walked to the center of the hall.

The two rows of guests next to him cast mixed glances of fear, admiration, envy, ridicule and hatred on him, but he was unaware and remained calm.

After spending more than forty years, Philip, the son of equality, finally had this kind of natural majesty, as if he was a natural king.

However, what happened next, all the participants will probably never forget in this life and the rest of their lives.

When His Majesty walked under the crystal chandelier in the center, as if he had received some instructions, a black shadow rushed out of the crowd and flew straight towards His Majesty's head at a very fast speed.

No one reacted to what happened.

Until a "bang!" sound of shattering sounded, someone realized that it was a disk, which was obviously taken off the dining table just now.

"Ah!" His Majesty, who was hit by this sudden blow, could no longer maintain his majesty. He covered his forehead that had just been hit hard, cried out in pain, and was swaying as if he might fall at any time.

Before they recovered from their shock, a greater shock fell upon them.

At the moment when the disk shattered, as if they had received some kind of drum, a figure rushed out from the crowd on both sides and rushed directly to the king who was still screaming.

Now everyone understood what happened.

"Protect His Majesty!" His Royal Highness Prince Julesville, who was following His Majesty the King, shouted, but he stood still and just looked at the court servants next to him, "Go and protect His Majesty!"

The servants had also reacted, and without waiting for His Royal Highness to urge them again, they had already run directly to the king.

No one could have imagined that at the dinner hosted by Prince Julesville himself and personally drafted the invitations, someone would actually directly assassinate the king.

And their actions were ultimately not as fast as the assassin who took action at the first moment. This person took out his weapon and swung the short dagger heavily at the king.

Although he was already 75 years old, His Majesty the King had seen many storms and waves. He quickly recovered from the shock and pain, and then saw the hideous assassin rushing towards him. In fear, he subconsciously retreated quickly and made a dodging motion, and his sleeve was cut open with a big hole, revealing his entire shoulder, which looked a bit ridiculous - of course, no one could laugh at this moment.

After the first attack missed, the two men did not hesitate at all, and did not care about the servants rushing up from behind, but continued to rush towards the king who was retreating rapidly, and continued to stab with a dagger!

Because he was retreating rapidly, and after all, he was old and weak, His Majesty the King staggered quickly, and then accidentally fell to the ground. The instinct for survival made him not give up even at this moment. Seeing that he had no time to stand up, he rolled to the side in an extremely indecent manner. The Grand Cross Medal pressed hard on his chest, but he was completely unaware.

This action was indecent, but it saved his life, and the dagger missed again. But the assassin did not give up. He bent down, half-knelt on the ground, and continued to stab the king with the dagger.

The king dodged desperately, trying to buy himself time. He clearly knew that if he bought himself a few seconds, he could save his life. The dagger cut his thigh, and his noble blood dripped onto the carpet, making the carpet even scarlet. But the king didn't care about it at all, and continued to roll over to the guests next to him. He only wanted to delay time. His wound was slightly numb. He knew that it must be coated with poison, but now was not the time to think about it.

The king's efforts were not in vain. At the critical moment, several servants finally caught up and rushed to the king desperately.

"Quick! Hurry up and grab him!" The king shouted while continuing to roll to the side.

Did he survive? The king just breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, and before he had time to get up, the change happened again.

A servant suddenly showed a fierce look on his face and rushed directly to His Majesty the King on the ground.

His Majesty the King almost relied on subconscious reaction and slightly moved his body to the right. His instinctive reaction once again allowed him to avoid the fatal blow. The dagger grazed his ribs, adding another wound to the supreme ruler.

The great pain made the king speechless for a moment. He opened his mouth slightly, wanting to shout something, but nothing came out. However, the will to survive still allowed him to struggle to break free again and slowly crawl away from the crowd.

The other servants also reacted, and then someone rushed towards the new assassin.

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The two assassins seemed to have no regard for their own safety, nor for the people who stopped them, but continued to rush towards the king.

The hall had fallen into complete chaos. The people who had just been well-dressed and elegant had now lost their manners and were at a loss. They could only act on instinct. Most people wanted to leave immediately, while a small number wanted to go up and help the king (of course, it is not ruled out that some people wanted to take advantage of the chaos to give the poor king a blow). They pushed each other together, and as a result, no one could act according to the plan, and the scene became a mess.

Charlotte had already taken her brooch off her chest and held it tightly in her palm. The paper clip of the brooch had been carefully straightened by her to form a thin needle about a few centimeters long. The whole needle was faintly emitting a faint blue light, which came not only from the sapphire in the front section, but also from the entire thin needle itself. This brooch was handed to her by Her Royal Highness the Princess.

The brooch was soaked not only in venom, but also in the hatred accumulated by the Bourbon royal family over the years, the anger accumulated after being betrayed, and the hatred accumulated after being expelled. These things mixed together were enough to kill this despicable usurper in a few days and return France to the track of order it should have been.

And she herself had already left the palace far away at that time, waiting to get up and smash the pseudo-dynasty of the Orleans family to pieces. History will be created at this moment. Although no one will know it at this moment, everyone will soon spread her fame. God is my witness!

She has forgotten everything, and can't even see the chaotic crowd. At this moment, there is only that person in her eyes. The despicable usurper has not recovered from the panic at this moment. He is half lying on the ground, looking forward in disbelief. His eyes are not even focused, and he doesn't even look at the people passing by him.

Yes, there are only a few steps left. God, bless me... Just pretend to panic and walk a few steps quickly. It only takes a few seconds. I will find the lost justice for you!

Charlotte's emotions are so firm that even she couldn't imagine it before. God will punish those usurpers after all. Even if it is more than ten years late, justice will be served!

In the chaos, no one noticed or had time to notice this delicate woman. The panic on her face and the disordered steps deceived everyone.

Just a few steps away!

At this moment, her hand was grabbed and pulled back hard.

No! Don't!

Don't!

As she screamed in her heart, her hand was pulled hard, and then under the huge force, the whole person fell back involuntarily, and could only watch the servants surround the king again.

That person hugged her tightly, making her hands almost unable to move, and buried her head in his chest.

"Baby, don't be afraid, I'm here to protect you." He hugged Charlotte hard and dragged her out, shouting loudly, as if he was protecting his beloved lover.

Charlotte de Treville was only a few steps away from making history, and only a few seconds.

But she stopped there, unable to go any further. (To be continued.)