Flowers, Swords and France

Matilda was really happy after Charles agreed to her request. In order to seize the time, she said hello to Fran and left. Judging from her hurried posture, Dilion was The family is very busy.

Although Charles had thought in advance that the meeting place could not be the mansion of the Dilion family, but when Matilda gave the location, Charles was still a little surprised.

Astonishingly, it was in the residence of Julie, the eldest daughter of the Dillion family.

These people really don't care about face or means at all... Charles couldn't help but smile and shook his head.

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Although Charles has always been accustomed to attending appointments on time, in order to show respect for the elderly, he made an exception this time and rushed to Julie's house early in the morning.

After the hostess Julie received the notice from the concierge, she immediately asked the servant to welcome Charles in. Then she walked out and stood on the doorstep of the house to greet Charles, with a smile on her face, expressing her greeting to him. It doesn't seem to be the least bit surprising.

"Good morning, Mr. Treville." Since her belly was obviously swollen, she just nodded towards Charles.

"Good morning." Charles took off his hat and followed her in. Out of a small concern, he advised the other party, "You don't have to work so hard on yourself, Julie, for the safety of your body and your child." The most important thing..."

Of course the other party understood that what Ciel was referring to was not just "going out to greet".

The ritualized smile became a little stiff for an instant, and then was replaced with another wry smile.

"What can we do, Ciel," she sighed softly, "Do we have any other choice now?"

Charles didn't answer.

Maybe, since she chose to come back, it really is gone.

"Don't make such an expression, making it look like I'm so pitiful!" Looking at Charles' slightly solemn face, Julie couldn't help but laugh, and then she gently touched her belly, a sudden look on her face With a maternal surname, "It's all worth it for him, isn't it?"

Ciel nodded.

"Come in and sit down first. My grandpa won't be here for a while. Lucien is not here now. He has to stay in the military camp." She smiled again, but now there was more intimacy in her smile, "I was already here a while ago. It’s decided that if it’s him, it’ll be called Charles; if it’s her, it’ll be called Matilda. Would you mind if you and Matilda could be the child’s godfather and godmother?”

Ciel was a little surprised at her sudden suggestion at first, but then he nodded quickly.

"No, of course I don't mind. It's actually an honor."

Julie suddenly winked playfully.

"If God is willing to bless me, I hope to have him and her at the same time...so that I don't have to worry about naming...right?"

After all, she is only a twenty-year-old young girl. Ciel couldn't help but smile too.

But wait, there seems to be some other deep meaning in her words?

Charles vaguely felt that something was wrong, but he suppressed these feelings in the deepest part of his heart, and then quietly followed Julie into the living room of this house.

After inviting Charles to sit down, Julie leisurely picked up a cup of coffee and took a sip.

"Char, to be honest, you came over and said something to me that day, which really shocked me."

"In terms of effect, this is the right thing to do, isn't it?" Charles smiled, then also picked up the coffee and took a sip.

"But I didn't expect you to be so straightforward. The impression you usually give me is not like this." Julie still smiled slightly, "I am very grateful for your trust in me and Lucien."

Was she trying to imply something?

Charles looked at Julie.

"Don't worry, Lucien and I will repay your trust." She took another sip of coffee.

"I don't know what I should do to repay your loyalty." Charles immediately tried.

"Hehehehe..." After hearing this, Julie couldn't help but chuckle again, "You really have a politician's mind. You never want to suffer, but you also never like to take advantage of others... I There are many things I want, such as...how about letting me become Mrs. de Leflare?"

Before Charles could answer, Julie continued, "Although I am the lady of the Dillion family, I am also Lucien's wife and the mother of his child. I need to consider more than just The Dillions...if we go to America I don't mind if our children don't have any titles. Anyway, there are just some nouveau riche people there - but now that I have stayed in France, I can't accept this fact. I think You understand this idea very well, right?”

Of course Ciel could understand her thoughts. How could a woman with a noble surname like her child to become a commoner? She tried her best to find a noble title for her husband and children. This was not a very evil idea, and was even somewhat respectable.

"Lucien, I appreciate him and admire him very much. Don't worry, there will be many opportunities for promotion in France in the future. As long as he seizes it..." Charles deliberately made a long note here, implying that the other party should understand current affairs first. "Then what's so rare about becoming a noble? What's weird? I think he might be a marshal..." As he spoke, Charles couldn't help but make another little joke, "Besides, how could I accidentally look after my godson? Of course the godson of the Marquis de Treville should also be a noble..."

After receiving Ciel's assurance, Julie was obviously relieved, although the smile on her face did not change.

"Thank you, Charles, I know you can always help. Don't worry, you won't go unrewarded..." She pointedly pointed, and then changed the topic, "My father also asked me several times I mentioned you, and I have a very good impression of you! Speaking of which, our two families are old friends, right?"

Who doesn’t have some relationship with whom in a family line that has been passed down for centuries? Ciel complained in his mind, but of course he wouldn't say it so bluntly.

"Well, in the era of the Sun King, my ancestor and your ancestor were both court ministers, and they had a good relationship."

"Then, you probably don't think that Matilda is not worthy of you..." Julie took another sip of coffee contentedly.

"Of course... huh? What?" It took a moment for Charles to understand what she was saying.

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"I said, you will not give anything in return." Under Charles's doubtful gaze, Julie still smiled, "How about marrying her? Unlike me, my father and grandfather will give her a reward. A large dowry—if I were to marry you..."

Ciel didn't answer, he hadn't thought of a word yet.

"My father and sister don't know about this at the moment. I just communicated with my grandfather privately..." Julie's smile was extremely warm, "What do you think? If you nod, I will have a way to convince them. "

She wanted to bind the de Treville and de Dilion families together, and then protect the Leflair family—her husband and children.

Besides, Charles was from a high family background and had a bright future. He had no bad habits and was pretty good-looking. She didn't think she was cheating her sister.

"Yes, our family's lineage is not very old. Our ancestor, who was the king's secretary, did not earn a title for us until more than two hundred years ago... However, I think you will not pay attention to boring details. Right? Besides, in this era, we are all old nobles with ancient blood..." Seeing that Charles did not answer, Julie began to persuade further.

In the Middle Ages, the wealthy classes in France (such as tax collectors, merchants, judges, administrators, etc.) often paid to buy noble titles for their families in order to add glory to their families. After the establishment of the Bourbon dynasty, this behavior became more common due to the financial needs of the government.

This kind of purchased nobles were called "robed nobles" at the time to distinguish them from noble families passed down from generation to generation (called "sword-wearing nobles" at the time).

The kings conferred a large number of such nobles not just for money, but because they wanted to use this power to deal with the feudal lords from all over the country who had always been powerful. Generally speaking, this kind of family relied on royal power to obtain noble titles. , will naturally be close to the royal power, and the old aristocratic families will naturally despise this upstart with mud-legged origins.

These two groups of nobles fought openly and secretly throughout history, and in the end the French king slowly realized the centralization of monarchical power.

After the collapse of the Bourbon dynasty and the outbreak of the Revolution, the situation suddenly changed. The strong rise of the bourgeoisie brought an abrupt end to the previous struggle between the two factions of nobles. The guillotine does not know what family background is and what family status is, and it does not care whether you wear a robe or a sword.

Therefore, the aristocrats before the Bourbon dynasty were all renamed the "old aristocrats", while the military aristocrats and bourgeois nouveau riche who emerged after the Great Revolution were called the "new aristocrats".

In other words, a hundred or two hundred years ago, the Dillion family was the king's cronies and nobles wearing robes, while the Treville family was an ancient aristocratic family and nobles wearing swords. There is some hatred or kinship. But now, there is not much difference between them in the eyes of the world. They are all old aristocrats who are close to being relegated to the past.

At least, Ciel definitely doesn't have that ridiculous sense of family status.

He couldn't help but frown slightly, thinking about how to answer.

"Don't you think Matilda is worthy of you?" Julie raised her eyebrows slightly, "If you say that, it would be so sad."

"Of course not..." Charles replied quickly.

"That's good." Julie nodded lightly, and then continued to smile, "You don't have to agree now, you can think about it carefully. As long as you have this intention, just tell me and I will be confident to help you. become……"

At this moment, a servant knocked on the door, finally breaking the slightly awkward atmosphere.

"It's finally here..." Julie sighed slightly, and then she winked playfully at Charles.

"Mr. Treville, remember my words carefully." (To be continued.)