Flowers, Swords and France

While Charlotte was being cared for by the Queen's special doctor because of her illness, Charles, who was far away in Buckingham Palace, was unaware of it. He was standing leisurely at the window of the room, looking at the scenery of England from afar.

And just behind him, Paul Bilott, the staff member specially recruited by him from the embassy, ​​was standing behind him, looking at Charles' back anxiously, as if he wanted to say something but didn't dare to interrupt his thoughts.

However, Charles didn't mean to speak for a while, and only looked at the scenery of the most central area of ​​the country from afar. However, because of the fog, his vision was actually blurred.

Everything was vague, buried in the vague thin curtain, just like this elusive nation...

However, now I have to cheer up and dance with such a nation.

With such an awareness, Charles raised his head and looked at the sun hidden in the fog in the distance.

"In other words, you have already made initial contact with those people?" He spoke leisurely when the golden sunlight fell on his face through the thin curtain.

"Yes, sir... I have been looking for people over there these two days according to your instructions..." Paul-Bilotte reacted after a moment, and then nodded in response. "Last night, I finally ran into the person I knew, and then tried my best to hint to him... hinted at my current duties."

Good, very good. Charles was secretly happy in his heart.

Just a few days ago, after negotiating with British Prime Minister Mr. Russell and Foreign Secretary Mr. Palmerston, Charles directly ordered Paul-Bilotte to contact the Russian embassy staff. After receiving his order. Although Paul-Bilotte was a little resistant and nervous at first, in the end. Under Charles' threat of "If you don't obey the order, your future will be ruined", he had to obey Charles' order. After leaving the palace, he quickly tried to find a way to contact the Russian embassy staff.

Although this employee is not very smart, he is at least diligent and obedient, and he will not act on his own. This is already very good. At least now, he is the kind of subordinate he needs - Charles made a judgment in his heart.

"So what did he say?" Charles raised his eyebrows slightly, and then lowered his voice even more.

Although there are no advanced electronic devices in this era, as long as he can be sure that there are no ears behind the walls, he is not afraid of being eavesdropped. But it never hurts to be cautious.

"They just said that they knew about it, but... they haven't replied to me yet." Paul answered in a low voice with a hint of nervousness. "Maybe... maybe they need to think about it again."

"It's not surprising that anyone needs to confirm this news." Charles nodded slightly, "But it doesn't matter, we don't need to complete everything now, just wait for them, and soon... they will be the ones who are anxious."

"Maybe you are right... the Russians will come to me soon." Paul-Bilot's lips trembled slightly because of nervousness, and he seemed to be a little hesitant, "But... sir. Isn't it good to do this...?"

"Huh?" Charles frowned slightly, then turned to look at the other party.

"Sir... we... I always feel that there are risks in doing this." Paul-Bilot was frightened and felt dizzy under Charles' unfriendly gaze. But in the end, he still gritted his teeth and continued, "You came here with a secret mission. If you reveal it to... to others, it will always be... always unjustifiable... and. And it may not be beneficial to the country..."

"I really can't see that you would rather lose your personal future to protect the interests of the country!" Charles sneered, and then suddenly interrupted him, "Sir, I don't think I have asked for your opinion on my actions. The task I assigned to you is to execute my orders, and the reward is to let you rise to the top - and you accepted this deal, so now, what reason do you have to question my orders? Sir, I will tell you again, it is my business to judge what to do, and you have no right to question me!"

Under Charles's harsh warning and reprimand, Paul-Bilot's face became even paler. He felt dizzy and seemed to be unable to stand steadily.

That's right. On one side is the gallows of treason, and on the other side is the noose given by Treville. Anyone would be panicked if they were in this dilemma.

Although scaring him would help him to concentrate on executing orders, it would be bad if he was really scared...

Looking at his helpless look, Charles finally slowed down his breath.

"Well, although you have no right to question me, it is normal to have doubts in your heart. However, you can rest assured that after getting everything with great difficulty, I am not interested in being a slave to any country and giving it all away with both hands - whether it is sold to the east or the west." Charles continued with sarcasm, "What reason do you have to suspect that I am so crazy?"

"I don't doubt you...but...but...I really don't understand why you need to do such a thing..." Paul Bilott replied in a low voice, "Sir, Britain is the top power now. It can get Its goodwill is a rare blessing. Why do you want to take risks and squander this rare blessing? In the embassy and in the ministry, everyone thinks that France should continue to maintain the current trend. In this case, France should continue to maintain its current trend. …”

"Humph, the Ministry...the Ministry...that's why you have accomplished nothing in twenty years! Do you really think everything will be fine if you rely on the UK? Yes! If you keep being a slave, you will be safe. Stable, but who needs this kind of stability? Hell, at least I don't need it!" Charles suddenly yelled, so Paul Bilot had to interrupt the rest of his words, "Lucky? Do you want to make a living by being lucky? China is a powerful country, so what? Is it because of this that we have to kneel down and thank it when it shows kindness? No, you don't understand at all! Especially in Britain, sudden kindness can disappear suddenly. Instead of relying on this kind of unreliable goodwill to keep warm, it is better to be proactive and find ways to put yourself in a favorable position! Can you solve the problem by just thinking about procrastination and perseverance? "

In front of Ciel's harsh words and scolding. Paul Bilott stepped back step by step. After finally touching the chair, he suddenly fell into the chair.

"Sir...Sir..." He muttered incoherently, even he didn't know what he was talking about.

After venting for a while, Ciel finally regained control of his emotions.

"Okay, I'm not talking about you, I'm just talking about the good gentlemen in the Ministry of Foreign Affairs." He looked at the other party quietly, and his tone slowed down a lot, "What I just want to tell you is. I don't I am not deliberately trying to lead you to treason, but I am just trying to scare the Russians by using the fact that Britain and France are close. If the Russians are frightened, they will find ways to seek closeness between France and Russia - even if they are in fact extremely Very disgusted with us."

After a moment, Paul Bilott finally showed an expression of realization on his face.

"So that's it...I understand, sir." The color returned to his face because of relief.

After a while, another doubt came to his mind. "But sir, what if the Russians, after knowing this fact, intend to seek closeness to the British and continue to exclude us? After all, the British...the British have a higher prestige than us..."

Hmph, if it was really that easy to compromise, they would have compromised long ago. How could things evolve to this point? Ciel sneered in his heart.

"A big country has its own pride, and no one will kneel down until their back is broken." Finally, Ciel gave this metaphor as a reply.

Then. Before Paul Bilot could react, he gave him the order directly. "Well, the reason why I tell you so much is because I see you as a subordinate who can be cultivated-that is, a subordinate who can know something. I think you should regard this as a privilege, and Cherish it..."

Under Charles's implicit threat, Paul Bilott finally did not dare to ask any more questions.

Soon, he was sent away by Charles, who himself walked to the restaurant under the guidance of his attendants, preparing to have lunch.

When he arrived at the restaurant, he found Prince Albert already waiting there. He was reading letters and drinking afternoon tea slowly.

Ciel nodded to him as a greeting, then walked lightly to the dining table and asked the servant to bring him a meal. In line with the principles of a gentleman, he did not curiously look at what letter the prince was reading.

"I have good news to tell you." When Charles was about to have a meal, the prince suddenly said something.

"Your Highness? What news?" Charles stopped and looked at the prince curiously.

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"Mr. Russell and Mr. Palmerston have a very good impression of you. They agree that the statement you brought here is very useful and... is also precious." The prince put away the letter in his hand, and then smiled at Xia Er nodded, "In addition, after their arrangement, the Duke of Wellington has said that you can visit him in a few days."

"This is two pieces of good news, very good news." Charles bowed appropriately and expressed his gratitude, "I will never forget the enthusiasm that England gave me, and I will repay her enthusiasm with all my strength. "

"I hope so." The prince was noncommittal, and then he suddenly straightened his face and looked at Charles with a serious expression. "In addition, I have another news to tell you...a news that you'd better take seriously."

Seeing that the prince's attitude was so serious, Ciel quickly calmed down and looked at him with the same seriousness. "Okay, what's going on?"

"Oh, it's something about your wife." The prince was still holding back. When Charles clearly expressed some anxiety, he suddenly said it. "Since arriving at Windsor Castle with Victoria, your wife has been feeling unwell. After careful diagnosis and treatment by the doctor, we have now found the cause... Yes, your wife is pregnant, and the previous discomfort was a reaction to pregnancy."

What satisfied him was that Charles, who was always so calm, was stunned at this time. He stared at the prince in amazement and did not answer.

"According to the reliable news from over there, your wife... is now pregnant." The prince repeated it again with a smile, and then suddenly applauded him, "Cheer up, young man, I tell you as a person who has experienced it, a father needs to do too much..."

"Really... Charlotte... she is pregnant?" At this time, Charles was finally slightly moved, and repeated it again in surprise, and then his expression became more and more strange. "She... she is pregnant?"

"Yes, sir." The prince looked at Charles with interest, "Do you want me to repeat it a few more times."

"No... No need... Your Highness..." Charles shook his head hurriedly, and then looked at everything around him in disbelief.

I am going to be a father?

... It's actually quite normal to think about it. After he and Charlotte got married, they have been working hard. Now it's not surprising that the seeds have finally sprouted.

But... Charles still didn't feel it.

In a few months, he would become a father?

He was not mentally prepared for this.

But no matter what, this was great news, and his grandfather might even cry with joy.

Charles was excited and at a loss as a young father.

The prince even saw his own shadow back then.

After a while, Charles finally regained his composure. He stood up and respectfully bowed to His Highness again.

"Your Highness... I sincerely ask you and Her Majesty the Queen to give me the supreme honor of becoming the godfather and godmother of our first child..." (To be continued...)