Flowers, Swords and France

When Charles' carriage returned to his home, it was already dark. He stepped out of the carriage, and then the servant came over immediately, preparing to lead the carriage to the stable. Charles was about to walk home directly, but the servant suddenly saluted Charles.

"Sir, you are finally back. I am waiting for you in the restaurant..."

"Huh? Haven't they finished eating yet?". Ciel was a little surprised, because usually they had finished dinner at this time, "Are you still waiting for me now?"

"Yes, Master and Miss are still waiting for you to dine with you..." the servant lowered his voice, "Moreover, Ms. Treville is here too..."

No wonder Grandpa asked everyone to wait. Charles suddenly realized that Charlotte was here tonight too.

Because they are still engaged, the servants at home now seem to think that calling them "Mrs." is too invasive, but they also feel that just calling them "Ms. de Treville" is not respectful enough. After they discussed A *no* wrong *little* saying After .s. times, it was finally decided to call Charlotte "Ms. Treville" in order to get through the short transition period before Charles and Charlotte got married, although Charles was not aware of this common courtesy. He didn't care, but since the servants insisted on calling him this, he had no choice but to nod in approval. Then, having put away his hat and cane, he passed directly through the drawing-room, and opened the door to the dining-room. Then he immediately became the center of attention in the restaurant.

Grandpa, Charlotte. Fran, the three of them were all sitting in their seats, although the atmosphere was not cold. But it didn't seem to be enthusiastic. Judging from the expressions on everyone's faces, they all seemed a little weird.

What were they talking about just now? Ciel felt a little confused.

"I'm back. Sorry for keeping everyone waiting." Ciel apologized with a smile while trying not to attract too much attention. With a hint of uneasiness, he sat down in his usual seat. And Charlotte sat next to him.

The moment he sat down, he felt that Fran, who had been hanging her head across from him, seemed to tremble slightly.

"Charle. You are finally back. We have been waiting for you for a long time." Charlotte next to her suddenly smiled and said to Charles, "Although we all know that you are very busy now, you still have to take care of your body, right? "

"Yeah. I know." Of course, Charles didn't dare to explain why he delayed his return until now. He just responded vaguely, "Because we have just turned around now and things are more complicated. It will be fine after a while..." "Why are you here today? Charlotte." While the servants were serving dishes, Xia asked I asked Charlotte in a low voice.

"What? Can't I come?". Charlotte replied with a smile.

"No... of course not..." Ciel quickly shook his head. "I'm just curious about what news you want to bring me."

"Good news." Charlotte blinked.

Perhaps because she was very happy, Charlotte made a rare playful look, which also made Ciel laugh.

"What's the good news?"

Charlotte leaned closer to Ciel and answered close to his face.

"The envoy our family sent to Ames has returned from there."

"Hmm...?" Charles reacted after a moment, "Oh, what about the result...? It seems like there should be no problem, right? A lot of words"...

"That's right." Charlotte smiled and nodded, her face glowing with happiness, "That gentleman has approved our marriage and blessed us... Charles, this is really great."

"Oh...that's good." Charles was not as happy as she was. He just forced a smile and nodded, agreeing with Charlotte.

The so-called envoy "sent to Ems" was the envoy sent by the Duke of Treville's family to Ems, Germany, to meet the heir to the Bourbon royal family, Count Chambord. In addition to bringing some news about the latest trends in France, this time, he also reported another thing...that is, the marriage between Charles and Charlotte, hoping to get this "king" who is still in exile. of Royal Assent.

That's right, in the royal era, intermarriage between nobles required the king's approval...and this was even more true for famous nobles like Treville.

However, this is no longer the age of kings. After the Bourbon royal family was replaced by the Orleans royal family, out of contempt for Orleans, many old nobles either continued to ask for royal approval from the exiled Bourbon royal family when they got married, or they simply got married without going through the formalities of requesting royal approval. So this The form gradually began to decline.

At first, Charles was not very happy, thinking, "If I want to get married, I need an exile to approve it." However, with the persistence of the Duke of Treville's family, he had no choice but to take this formality. Fortunately, time passed. It wasn't urgent, and it didn't cause any inconvenience. Today the messenger finally came back with the news that Count Chambord had indeed approved Charles's marriage.

If he doesn't approve, I really don't know what the expressions of Charlotte's family will be - even though he knows this is unlikely, Ciel can't help but think with a bit of malice.

"Yes, Charles, that's great..." Charlotte smiled so hard that her eyes almost narrowed, "Now, all the obstacles blocking our way are gone! We can prepare for the wedding earlier, can't we?" ".

Suddenly, Charles felt a chill on his neck, as if he was being watched by someone.

However, this matter cannot be denied... He sighed inwardly.

"Um...yeah, that's it..." He responded vaguely, not daring to raise his head to see where that line of sight was coming from.

"Char, I know you've been very busy recently. It doesn't matter. Leave all these things to me. I'll prepare them. You just need to stand and listen!"

"Ah, um..." Ciel could only nod his head.

A sound of "Teng" sounded from the opposite side of Ciel.

Charles subconsciously raised his head and looked across, finding Fran looking at him expressionlessly.

I don't know why, but after looking at each other for a brief moment, he immediately looked away.

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"I'm done eating. Let's go back and take a rest." Fran whispered.

"Okay, Fran." Marquis Treville nodded.

Then she turned and left the restaurant.

As the doors of the restaurant closed again, Charles felt slightly relieved - because he knew that Charlotte was deliberately angry with her just now, but with his grandfather present, he didn't know how to stop it, and now Fu Lan left, finally no longer having to face that unbearable embarrassment.

"Charle, in addition to approving our marriage, he also has something else he wants to tell you." As if she didn't notice Fran leaving angrily, Charlotte continued to speak in Charles's ear, "Some interesting words."

"Oh? What did he want to say to me?" Charles quickly came to his senses and his expression became serious.

"He wants to tell you that there is no need for you to follow people like Louis Bonaparte all the time..." Charlotte looked at Charles carefully, as if she was afraid that he would be angry, "For a future like yours Immeasurable young people can be reused if he comes back. As long as you are loyal to him, he can give you what Louis Bonaparte can give you, and he can give you more - he can even make you a duke. Prince, I can also make you the future prime minister..."

"Pfft..." Charles couldn't help laughing, and almost spit out the food in his mouth, "Our 'King', have you prepared another hundred thousand corpses this time? However, he can actually It really makes me feel honored to think so highly of me! Haha!”

"Ciel! I'm telling you something serious!" Charlotte couldn't help frowning because of Ciel's joke, "Stop making such jokes, okay."

"Oh...Okay, I'm sorry..." Ciel was still smiling, "I just couldn't help but want to laugh."

"Charle, actually I think this condition is not bad." Perhaps as if she wanted to make a last-ditch effort, Charlotte continued to say to Charles, "Think about it, people like Louis Bonaparte are not What kind of person is it that is easy to get along with? He has a very strong character and is very gloomy in many words. He may hold a grudge against you at some point. But the Count of Chambord is not like that. He has a very good temper and is tolerant. If you become a minister in his hands..."

"But we don't choose the king based on our temper, Charlotte." Charles replied, cutting the steak on the plate with a knife, "Don't say I don't plan to do anything, even if I want to do something, I have no way to turn back time... Unless another terrible disaster happens, the Bourbon royal family will not be able to come back. Since he can't come back, what's the point of giving me more titles and wishes? Woolen cloth?"

Then, Charles raised his head and looked at Marquis Treville on the main seat.

"Grandpa, don't you think so? There are quite a few words."