Flowers, Swords and France

On the way home, Charles got into Charlotte's carriage. He planned to take Charlotte home first and then go back to his own home.

After the incident with Matilda just now, Charlotte was still a little unhappy, but after Charles coaxed her for a while, she finally believed what Charles said.

The theater had just ended, and people were everywhere going home, so the carriage was moving very slowly. Charlotte leaned on Charles's shoulder, thinking about the meeting she had just had with Miss Laura de Beauvin.

This young lady's arrogance and arrogance left a very bad impression in Charlotte's heart, so out of anger, she deliberately spoke out to instigate Laura. Although she didn't know what effect such words would have, Charlotte felt deep down in her heart. Here, I really look forward to this brother and sister fighting to the death.

Only in this way can Treville's injured pride be made up for.

After praying in her heart, she left the Bowang family behind and looked up at her lover. Then, she discovered that Charles had been looking out the window, his brows slightly furrowed, as if he was thoughtful.

"Char, what are you thinking about?" she asked softly. "What's the big deal?"

Ciel was still pondering, as if he was in trouble for something.

"Ciel?" Seeing that Charles didn't answer, Charlotte shook his shoulder and finally woke him up. "I'm talking to you!"

"Oh, I'm sorry..." Seeing Charlotte's unhappy look, Charles quickly smiled and apologized to her, "I just thought of some annoying things."

"What's bothering you? Tell me." Charlotte leaned closer, concern evident in her words. "Is there any trouble?"

"Yes." Charles nodded, "I just got some bad news. We may really be in some trouble recently..."

"Us?" Charlotte was surprised at first. Then her face darkened again, "It must be something related to the Bonaparte family again, right? What's wrong?"

Her contempt for Louis Bonaparte and the entire Bonaparte family may never change in her lifetime.

Following Charlotte's question, the expressions of the two people in the car became serious. The sweetness and charm just now were no longer there, replaced by a calmness that was almost harsh. A political family can never escape this calmness.

"Charlotte, I want to ask you a question..." Ciel did not answer Charlotte directly. Instead, he changed the subject, "What do you think of General Cavaignac? Can you accept him as the supreme ruler of this country?"

"Him?" Charlotte was a little surprised at first and didn't understand what Charles was talking about him for. Then he smiled disdainfully, "This idiot is just someone we brought out to exterminate the mob. He will have to leave when the time comes. The supreme ruler? Is he the only one who deserves it?"

After hearing Charlotte's subconscious reaction. Charles felt relieved suddenly.

Since that's what Charlotte thinks. Then the most conservative orthodox nobles must think so too.

In recent years, General Cavaignac's political views have always been biased towards the republican faction - any careerist who is not from a noble background is a republican. As for what faction he will become after reaching the top, only God knows, so it is impossible for him to Gain the favor of the nobles.

Then Ciel asked the question that concerned him most.

"Charlotte, if you had to choose, would you rather M. Bonaparte be the ruler of this country, or General Cavaignac?"

After hearing his question. Charlotte frowned tightly.

"Charlotte, this question is very important. Can you answer me?" Seeing Charlotte's unhappy look, Charles quickly urged, "And please don't be biased because of me. Just tell me directly. Let me tell you, from your perspective, which one of them is more annoying?"

Charlotte's brows furrowed even more tightly. Charles also knew that this question of "who do you hate more among the two people you hate the most?" was a bit embarrassing and disgusting, but he couldn't care less now. .

After a long silence, Charlotte replied angrily. "Well, it seems that Louis Bonaparte is more pleasing to the eye. At least he has a good uncle. When his uncle was alive, he was also quite good to the nobles who returned from exile..."

Then, she rolled her eyes at Charles again - the Marquis de Treville and his family were one of the aristocratic families who returned to the country to flatter Emperor Napoleon. Such "unsteady-willed elements" were of course Charlotte and others. Disdainful.

"This is a joint decision between your grandpa and my grandpa. You can't blame my grandpa alone, can you?" Charles protested dissatisfiedly, "Besides, you are almost a grandson-in-law, so you should take more care of yourself." Have some respect..."

After hearing what Charles said, a blush suddenly appeared on Charlotte's face. She stretched out her hand and pinched his arm hard, "Who says I don't respect him? I have always respected him. of!"

However, even though she seemed to be scolding, the smile in her eyes could not be wiped away.

After hearing Charlotte's answer, he finally made up his mind - it seemed that in the eyes of the conservative old aristocracy, no matter how disgusting Louis Bonaparte was, he was indeed more pleasing to the eye than General Cavaignac.

Although the old history has proved this, but after confirming it personally, Ciel feels much more at ease.

"So, Charlotte," he sighed slightly and asked the most crucial question, "if General Cavaignac plans to imitate Napoleon, can you accept it?"

After hearing this question from Ciel, Charlotte could no longer remain calm, and she frowned tightly.

"Have you heard anything?"

"I heard a little bit...but it's just a rumor..." Ciel quickly replied.

"No, absolutely not, this is absolutely unacceptable!" Just as Charles replied, Charlotte interrupted him, "It's scary enough to have one Napoleon in the world. How much has he brought to us and to the world?" Disaster? I never want to see another one!"

She had already left Charles's shoulder and looked at him very firmly, "Besides. Is a guy like Cavaignac worthy of us shouting 'Long Live Your Majesty'? It's simply ridiculous! Do we still want to Absolutely not succumbing to this kind of person! Stop joking..."

Charlotte's reaction was so intense that even Ciel was a little unexpected.

However, from Charlotte's firm attitude, we can also see the mentality of the old French aristocrats.

In the eyes of the aristocrats, Napoleon served, and there were excuses such as "he was a genius after all" to excuse himself; he was waving flags with the ordinary General Cavaignac. That's unimaginable.

This is simply great. Ciel cheered inwardly.

"In other words, even if my relationship is removed, you would rather Louis Bonaparte come to power than Cavaignac?" Charles confirmed one last time.

"If you have to choose one of the two," Charlotte replied angrily. "However, we clearly have a better choice now. His Majesty Henry V is still here..."

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"Well, never mind Henry or not. We don't have time to care about him now." Charles interrupted Charlotte directly. "Then, Charlotte, go back and tell your father and grandpa what I told you today, and let them think of a solution."

He didn't expect that after hearing his words, Charlotte just sneered slightly.

"Speak for yourself! You can just discuss it among yourselves. Why do you need me to take care of it? Aren't you guys very happy to cooperate with each other all the time?"

Ciel sighed inwardly. Deep down in her heart, Charlotte was still very dissatisfied with her grandfather and father's "betrayal".

"Then do you still have contact with those former comrades? They should also be very opposed to General Cavaignac, right?" Charles asked again.

Charlotte glanced at him immediately.

"What? You still want to ask me to run errands for you? Just help that family on that shabby island in Corsica get on top of me?"

Oops, I’m so angry.

However, it is not impossible.

"Okay, Charlotte, don't be angry..." Charles hugged Charlotte gently, "Don't you know yet? What we have done is not for anyone else, but for ourselves. Including you."

Charlotte didn't answer, but her face was still a little unhappy.

"You don't need me to tell you. Now we are just waiting for that person to come to power, so we have to find a way to remove all obstacles. This is not him, but ourselves." Charles continued his persuasion work.

"Besides, didn't you say it yourself? Between Cavaignac and Bonaparte, you would rather choose Bonaparte. So where do we have any disputes now? We should work together..." Then, He kissed Charlotte's forehead again, "If we work harder now, our future happiness will be increased. Lolot, do you only want to see me working hard alone?" "

Under Ciel's persuasion, Charlotte finally wavered.

"You should have figured it out by now, right? Poor Henry will never be a king in this life... Let's face the reality, we have to find someone to invest with a return. Foolish loyalty is meaningless..." Charles He kissed her cheek again, "Lolot, this is not your fault. This is God's fault, not yours. Now, come and help me, save us."

If others heard such disrespectful words towards God, they might be shocked, but Charlotte has been accustomed to Ciel's various arrogances since she was a child, and she herself has no respect for him, so Didn't take it seriously.

She felt that there was something vaguely wrong with the logic in Ciel's words, but she was too lazy to delve into it.

"Okay, okay, whatever you want!" After a moment of silence, she finally sighed, "Bonaparte is so lucky to have such a loyal minister like you!"

Then, as if she was back in her teenage years, she poked Charles in the armpit as a prank.

"Pay me first! Bastard!"

"Okay, okay... stop making trouble..." Ciel quickly apologized.

"It won't stop!" (To be continued...)