Flowers, Swords and France

It was already early in the morning, and everyone in the hall was feeling sleepy. .

Except for a court attendant who came in to report that His Majesty the King had survived, no one paid attention to the guests, so they were all very confused. The silence caused by fear just now was broken by the unstoppable whispering, and the guards had no intention of stopping them, allowing them to chat with each other.

Charles originally wanted to say something to Charlotte to temporarily ease the tension between the two, but Charlotte's eyes that seemed to freeze people forced him to give up the idea temporarily.

So, the two continued to sit hand in hand like they had done a few hours before, and no one spoke.

However, what made Charles a little relieved was that although Charlotte was angry, she finally did not make any more radical moves, which saved him some uncontrollable troubles.

In his estimation, if they survived tonight, the people in the palace would soon release them - after all, the guests who came today were not objects that could be disposed of at will, and they could not afford to waste time and keep everyone here for a long time. If no problems were found, it should be the only way.

A courtier wearing a court embroidered dress came in. Even at this moment, he was still graceful and elegant, with a nearly perfect smile on his face.

He first went to Baron Bovan, and then chatted with him with a smile on his face.

Charles was a little confused, and then he found that Charlotte next to him seemed to know each other.

"Who is this?" Charles, who finally caught a chance to talk, asked softly.

However, Charlotte just glared at him again and did not answer him.

Charles sighed softly and continued to observe over there.

After chatting and laughing for a while, the courtier went to several other places and talked to people for a few words. Then, to Charles's surprise, the few people he had talked to seemed to have been allowed to leave, and they all walked out of the hall.

It seemed that the situation was going better than expected, and he nodded secretly. Some people could leave.

However, the development of things was somewhat beyond his expectations - the courtier walked towards him, and he was followed by several guards. Although his smile was still warm, Charles suddenly panicked.

Could it be... Could it be that something went wrong with Charlotte? He became a little uneasy.

Could it be that all the efforts were in vain?

Just as he was still worried, the courtier walked in front of them, and Charles stood up politely.

"Hello, Mr. Treville," the other party nodded to Charles in a friendly manner.

This attitude of the other party made Charles even more strange, but he still returned the greeting out of courtesy.

"Can you come with me? Someone wants to ask you some questions..." The other party said to Charles with a smile.

"Me?" Charles asked in surprise.

Are you looking for me, not Charlotte? He was surprised, but also felt a vague sense of relief.

Even Charlotte looked extremely surprised. She opened her mouth slightly to say something, but in the end she said nothing.

"Okay, of course." Charles nodded again.

He felt his hand tighten.

He turned around and smiled at Charlotte, then followed the courtier out of the hall.

"My last name is Dillion, Mr. Treville." On the way, the middle-aged courtier suddenly smiled and said something to Charles.

Charles was slightly stunned, and then he quickly realized that the other party was trying to show his good will to him. At the same time, he was also hinting to himself that this was a small matter and there was no need to panic - otherwise a courtier would not have to talk nonsense with a dying thief.

"Are you the junior of the Lord Chancellor?" Charles bowed calmly, "Nice to meet you."

"That's my father." The other party replied with a smile, and seemed very happy that Charles understood his hint.

………………

Konze was sitting in a room bored, waiting for Mr. Dillion to bring someone over. He sat there all the time, neither looking around nor talking much, just reading the various materials given to him.

He knew that the royal court was not a place for him to wander around, even if he was given a mission this time. Right next to him, several court attendants were standing in the room seriously, not looking sideways, not even talking, the atmosphere was both depressing and dull.

It was obviously just a formality, but everyone was so serious, which was also a court habit. He sneered in his heart again.

Just when he was a little impatient, the door finally opened.

The leader, Mr. Dillion, nodded to Kongze with an unchanging smile. "Sir, as you requested, I brought Mr. Treville to you."

Konze ignored the coldness hidden in his words and looked directly behind him.

Then, he clenched his right hand into a fist, and his eyes became extremely sharp in an instant.

What's going on? !

How could this happen?

Strange, too strange!

His mind was in chaos in an instant.

That night he saw with his own eyes that this young man appeared at the home of the Foreign Minister, the current Prime Minister, and he was the granddaughter of the Duke of Treville. The grandson of the Marquis of Treville and the granddaughter of the Duke of Treville went to the residence of the then Foreign Secretary together?

Aren't there rumors that the two brothers are extremely at odds? Is it a personal behavior or other reasons?

Various thoughts were running through his mind, and for a moment he even forgot to greet the young man who had just come in.

The young man also noticed something was wrong with Kong Ze and was slightly stunned. But the young man seemed to recover quickly and nodded friendly towards Kong Ze.

Kong Ze frowned slightly, forcibly interrupting his thoughts, and then he turned to look at Dilion.

"Is he the grandson of the Marquis of Treville?"

Mr. Dillion was surprised by Kongze's reaction, but he nodded slightly. "Yes, that's him, that's the man you want to meet."

Then, he ignored Kong Ze and greeted Charles directly.

"Mr. Treville, please take a seat."

Then he gently waved his hand to signal other palace personnel in the room to leave, and those people just obeyed the order and left without even looking at Kong Ze.

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Kong Ze frowned again, but his expression soon returned to normal.

He turned his attention to Ciel, who was sitting leisurely across from him, and then tried to calm down his expression and not show anything strange.

In any case, now is not the time to ask this. What I did at that time cannot be made public.

"Hello, Mr. Treville, I am Kongze. I am the High Commissioner of the Ministry of Internal Affairs." His face was expressionless, and his tone was as stiff and cold as before.

"Hello, Mr. Kongze." Charles nodded gently, looking very calm. "I'm glad to meet you. What's your order in calling me here?"

"Don't be nervous. I'm just calling you here to understand some of the situation." Kong Ze waved his hand gently, "Can you tell me what you saw and heard just now?"

"I was a little frightened just now, so some things may have been missed. Don't be surprised." Charles frowned slightly and looked like he was thinking hard. "I was invited to attend the banquet today. After all, it's a rare opportunity to enter the palace, so I just kept wandering around, looking around, and didn't particularly notice anything unusual."

Then, Ciel told everything about what he did today.

"Later, that happened... Then, in order to prevent my cousin from being frightened, I kept holding her to comfort her, and took her to avoid the assassins and the chaotic crowd as much as possible. I didn't have anything else. Dry."

Finally, Charles's story ended with this sentence.

"Your cousin?" Kong Ze frowned, as if he had thought of something.

"Yes, my cousin." Charles nodded, "The granddaughter of Duke Treville."

"You mean to say that you were staying with your cousin at the time of the assassination?"

"That's true." Charles raised his head and looked at Kong Ze gently, "Sir, although I know that it may not be heroic enough for me to not stand up and save His Majesty at all costs, but I think you can't do it just because I want to protect my sister. Blame me?"

"Of course, we are not blaming you for anything." Mr. Dillion put in a sentence at the right time.

Kong Ze frowned slightly again.

He could tell that the courtier had no intention of pursuing anything.

But not him.

"So, someone testified that you were arguing with a young lady about something before the banquet started." He looked straight at Charles, "It seems that she was that young lady?"

"It's indeed her." Ciel nodded.

"Then what were you and her arguing about?" Kong Ze asked. "According to the person who testified, you two had a very heated argument at the time, and you kept saying things like 'stay out of the way'."

"I don't think you have the right to ask this!" Charles suddenly raised his head, as if he was a little angry.

Pooh! Do you think your last name is Treville? Kong Ze cursed secretly in his heart.

"Sir, I think I have the right." Kongze looked at Charles coldly, "If you don't tell me, you will bear the consequences yourself."

Under his stern gaze, Treville finally lowered his head.

So what about Treville? You have to confess in front of me in the end!

"Okay," Charles said reluctantly, "I saw her staying with Baron Beauvain's son, so I couldn't help but get angry. I took her away and asked her to Don’t associate with that nouveau riche’s son anymore, but she told me to mind my own business..." Then Charles looked at Kong Ze as if he was venting his anger, with undisguised anger in his eyes, "Sir, what am I doing? Are you nosy? We grew up together!”

I see!

Kong Ze felt like he understood something.

It seems that there can be some explanation for what happened that day, after all, they were so close.

"That's your personal emotional matter, we have nothing to do with it." He shook his head gently.

Huh, so what if his surname is Treville, that's all. (To be continued.)