Flowers, Swords and France

"Grandpa, do you think so?"

Under Charles' gaze, Marquis Treville couldn't help but laugh.

Then, he wiped his mouth with a napkin, and then said leisurely, "Char, I'm old, you can handle this problem yourself."

When he said this, he was essentially supporting Ciel's views. He just said it tactfully in order to take care of Charlotte's thoughts.

After hearing this, Charlotte couldn't help but feel a flash of sadness in her eyes - to this day, she still finds it difficult to accept that the set of principles she has followed since she was a child is so abandoned among these relatives.

"Charles, you have been in the War Department for a while now. Now you should have your own opinions on the political tendencies of the officials in the army, right?" Marquis Treville asked again.

"Well, yes. To put it simply, they support a certain degree of monarchism. They don't like the Republic very much, but they don't plan to take risks, and they don't care who the person sitting on the throne is..." Ciel said. He continued to cut the steak and replied, "Although it cannot be said that every official is like this, there is no doubt that this kind of thinking is the mainstream trend of thought among officials." "Yes, it seems that you do have your heart." Trey Marquis de Vere nodded, obviously interested in him. The answer was very satisfactory, "When I led the troops to Italy, I found that the officers under my command were almost the same. Most of them tended to be monarchical - because the monarch would rely more on the army and could make them hereditary nobles - but not very Concerned about legitimacy, they don’t care who is the king. It can even be said that they are opposed to the Bourbon royal family because they don’t like the new rich... There is no way to restore the old system, at least the army.”

Although it is not stated clearly, this is explaining to Charlotte-if there is no hope for the army, how can it be possible to restore the old dynasty?

"Okay, I understand." Although with some disappointment. But Charlotte still nodded, indicating that she accepted the result. "Then so be it..."

"Charlotte..." Ciel looked at Charlotte in surprise. Normally, with her character, she would argue at least a few more words, but why was she so easy to talk to today.

"Stop talking, I'm just passing on his suggestion. I don't want to force you to do anything more. If you don't listen, forget it." There was no expression on Charlotte's face, "You can do whatever you want. Well, I don't want to stop you. We are getting married, what else can we do?" Although there was a sense of helplessness in his tone. But there is also a kind of acquiescence to the status quo.

Charles was even more surprised. He looked at Charlotte, but his heart was filled with a strange kind of excitement.

She finally became less stubborn and I finally reformed a little.

It took me twenty-three years to turn this princess's stubborn mind into a little more clarity... Oh my God! What a great achievement this is!

A kind of sadness accompanied by a sense of accomplishment and joy suddenly surged into Ciel's heart, even making his nose feel slightly sore.

Only those who have spent time with these arrogant and arrogant princesses in Paris. Only then can you understand the excitement in his heart at this moment.

"What's wrong with you, Ciel?" Charlotte noticed that Ciel suddenly became a little strange and asked quickly.

"Nothing. Just a little happy." Ciel replied.

Then, with an impulse that came out of nowhere, he suddenly leaned over and quickly kissed Charlotte's forehead.

After being caught off guard by this "attack", Charlotte's face instantly turned red, and then she reached out and grabbed Ciel's ears. "What are you doing! Grandpa is watching!"…

"Ah. Sorry, sorry!" In pain, Charles repeatedly apologized to Charlotte. Only then did she stop her hand. No matter in any era, such frivolous and intimate behavior is done in front of elders. It's really rude.

However, the Marquis of Treville didn't seem to be dissatisfied at all. He just smiled and watched the two young people making trouble, and poured himself another glass of wine leisurely.

"I'm sorry, Grandpa, it's all Charles who is messing around. Don't be angry..." After rearranging her messy clothes, Charlotte quickly apologized to the Marquis.

"It doesn't matter, what's the point? You don't need to have so many etiquettes in front of your own family! I just want to see you making noise like this and feel the vitality of young people." The old Marquis shook his head and drank the wine in the glass. He said, "We old bones have worked hard for decades, don't we want to see you like this?"

"Look, grandpa isn't angry to begin with." Charles quickly agreed, but then Charlotte glared at him and quickly stopped talking.

When the dinner came to an end, it was already late at night. Since she didn't dare to spend the night at Charles' house, Charlotte left directly after eating.

There were only two people left in the restaurant, the grandfather and the grandson. When the servant came in and wanted to clean up, the old Marquis made a gesture and drove him out first.

Realizing that his grandfather wanted to tell him something, Charles also sat down again, and then looked at the Marquis inquiringly. "Grandpa, is there anything else?"

"Char, have you ever felt that Fran is still a little strange recently?" The old Marquis looked at Charles seriously, and then sighed, "Hey...it seems that she still hasn't recovered from the blow."

This is not just because she hasn't recovered from the blow... Charles sighed in his heart. Of course, he didn't dare to tell the real reason.

"Well, it seems that her spirit is still not very good." Charles nodded gently. "But there is nothing we can do about it. We can only let her come out of it by herself."

"It is true that we can only let her come out of it by herself, but we can't just watch, right?" The old marquis asked back, "I feel bad to see her so depressed all the time. You may have noticed it... Before you came just now, the atmosphere here was not very good. Yes, they were already quarreling just now."

As expected... Charles suddenly felt a headache.

"Fight? Why?" Charles asked hurriedly, "Did they have any conflicts?"

"Actually, there was nothing to quarrel about..." The old marquis looked a little embarrassed, but after hesitating for a moment, he continued, "It's the matter that Philip and I discussed last time..."

"Is it because of that matter..." Charles understood a little. "What does Fran say?"

Since Charles and Charlotte's marriage was confirmed, the Treville brothers thought about trying it out again, so they planned to match Fran with Philip, the eldest grandson of the Duke of Treville. Although Charles didn't quite support it, he agreed that Fran could make her own choice, so he arranged for Philip to meet Fran at the last ball, and then let them meet several times.

Unexpectedly, they were talking about this today! What did they say?

The original text is in the six # 9 @book/bar!

Charles' heart suddenly became nervous for no reason, as if he was worried that Fran would really say "yes".

"Well, it seems that Philip is not going to do what she wants." The old marquis suddenly sighed. "When I asked her about this at the dinner table just now, she said she didn't like Philip, saying that he was too arrogant, that they had nothing in common, that he was too idle and had no ambition, etc., etc., a lot of reasons... When Charlotte heard Fran scolding her brother like this, she was a little unhappy at the time, and then she said Fran's requirements were too high, and then the two of them quarreled. I was watching anxiously and didn't know how to persuade them. Fortunately, you came back."...

Charles felt relieved in his heart, but of course he pretended to be very calm on the surface.

"Oh, that's a pity. But if she doesn't like it, there's nothing we can do. We can't force her."

"Having said that, she's not very old now, is she? It's time to consider this issue..." The old marquis shook his head, "Even if Philip doesn't want it, we should think about other people, right? I see that she looks like she doesn't like anyone at all."

"Really?" Charles asked back in surprise, "Is it that serious?"

"That's it." The old marquis sighed, then looked up at Charles, as if joking, "Charles, this is all your fault. I think it's because she has been by your side for many years, so the girl has become arrogant and doesn't like anyone. What do you think we should do about this?"

"Ah..." Although the old marquis was joking, Charles suddenly felt a little flustered, or embarrassed like a guilty thief. "Uh... this..."

Fortunately, the old marquis did not notice Charles' abnormality.

"In the final analysis, it's because we care too little. Well, it's not your fault. You've been so busy lately, how can you have so much free time? How about this, I'll spend more time with her and take her out to relax." The old marquis poured himself another glass of wine, "At my age, I should spend more time with my granddaughter."

After a pause, he seemed to remember something, "Of course, even so, we can't delay the business. I will meet with some old friends recently, and you can go with me when the time comes. It will also be good for you to get to know more old veterans in the army."

"Thank you!" Charles was overjoyed and hurriedly thanked his grandfather.

"What are you thanking me for?" The old marquis shook his head, as if he was sighing about something. "Hey, you are all so old, but you still make me worry. I have to cheer up. Especially Fran, I have to help her find suitable candidates around, and I can't just ignore everything. Otherwise, if I become an old maid, what will I do?"

Charles did not answer, but poured himself another glass of wine.

Then, an inexplicable emotion suddenly surged into his heart.

If she doesn't want to get married, what's wrong with me taking care of her for the rest of her life?