Flowers, Swords and France

"Hey! Wait a minute! My good niece!"

Just as Charlotte expected, she just pretended to lose her temper a little, and Edgar didn't dare to insist anymore, and hurriedly called her.

Charlotte gently stopped, but didn't turn around, still with her back to the other party.

I gave you a chance, don't blame me now... She sneered in her heart.

"Well, you are right, now is indeed a critical moment, I can't lose the big picture because of the small." Edgar softened his tone, "Okay, Charlotte, let's do as you say, I will leave with you tomorrow..."

"You figured it out quickly." Charlotte replied calmly, "Well, then you should prepare as soon as possible, lest the Duchess doesn't let you leave at that time..."

After that, Charlotte left without looking back.

When she returned to her room, the ease and calmness on Charlotte's face that had been maintained for a day suddenly disappeared completely, leaving only a slight anxiety and uneasiness.

Charlotte calmed down a little until her maid returned to the room.

"How is it?" She stared at the maid and asked hurriedly.

"The message has been passed on to them, and they said they can do what you said." The maid replied in a low voice.

"Great!" Charlotte shouted out with relief. "I'm just afraid that they will act on their own and ruin our business!"

"Then what are you going to do next? Don't you think about it anymore?" The maid carefully hid her uneasiness in her heart, "After all... After all, this is not a trivial matter. If... If..."

"It's come to this time, what else can you consider?" Charlotte glared at the maid, frightening her and shutting her mouth in a hurry, "I have given him a chance, he wants to die himself, so what can he hesitate about? What, are you going to question me?"

"No, I absolutely don't mean that!" The maid was shocked and lowered her head quickly. "Of course, everything is up to you."

"Just know it." Charlotte's brows finally relaxed.

Then she looked at the mirror again. Lost in thought.

In the mirror is a beautiful young woman with a calm expression. Her blue eyes are not focused because of her deep thought, her fair and slender neck is slightly erect, and her golden hair is shining. The whole person looks full of feminine charm, and there is no trace of old age.

Who would have thought that under such a calm expression, she has been thinking about how to murder a relative?

"Her Majesty said that she can send me away tomorrow morning. You have to think of a way. See if you can delay it until the afternoon." After a while, Charlotte said calmly.

"Afternoon, why?" The maid didn't quite understand.

"If we leave in the morning, won't we be able to stay on the road?" Charlotte whispered. "In order to complete our plan, we'd better stay on the road for one night."

The maid quickly understood what Charlotte meant.

Windsor Castle is only thirty or forty kilometers away from London. If you set off in the morning, you can arrive in London in the afternoon of the same day, and the chance of doing anything in the middle is much smaller. If you set off at night, you can find a way to stay overnight in the middle.

And that night is the best time to solve the problem.

"If...if you want to do this. Then how about you just hold a farewell party tomorrow at noon?" The maid carefully suggested. "This is very legitimate, right? You can say that you are very grateful for the hospitality of His Majesty and others, so you must repay them. His Majesty and those ladies should come to support you."

"Good idea, we can do this! I can invite them to a banquet, and then pretend to be drunk, delay a little more time, and set off in the evening!" Charlotte immediately agreed to the maid's suggestion. "Then you quickly bring me paper and pen, I will write to Her Majesty the Queen in person to ask for a delay."

"Her Majesty the Queen should agree happily...but what about that person? Will he be suspicious?" A question suddenly flashed through the maid's mind.

"He is our only hope now, he won't be suspicious. Besides... I will tell him. It is more convenient for us to leave at night, so that we can conceal our tracks. Okay, you can also pass on this plan later, and let them find a familiar hotel on the way. We will find a way to rest there in the middle!"

As expected of a lady, she is so thoughtful!

This is indeed feasible. The maid nodded, then found paper and pen for Charlotte and placed them in front of the desk.

Then, in silence, Charlotte walked to the desk and wrote a letter to Her Majesty the Queen. After writing, she handed it to the maid. Let her give it to the Queen's attendant.

After she left, Charlotte's apparent calmness slowly disappeared, and she fell on the bed as if she was weak all over, and even her breathing was a little heavy for a while.

No matter how unbearable it was, the other party was a member of the Treville family she cherished, and also her elder. No matter how determined she was, she couldn't help but hesitate and anxious in her heart.

Besides, regardless of what my uncle thinks, it is still unknown whether my husband can understand my painstaking efforts.

Charles shouldn't blame me... after all, he is his father.

Charlotte's hands clenched unconsciously, and she held a corner of the quilt in her hands.

Now that things have come to this, there is no point in thinking too much. If he is angry, let him be angry.

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When the sun over Britain slowly turned red and the sky turned golden and blue, Madame de Treville finally came out of her bedroom and came to the carriage that had been prepared.

The guards who had been waiting anxiously finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Originally, the convoy was going to set off in the morning, but Madame Treville held a luncheon to say goodbye to Her Majesty the Queen and her new friends in the UK, so it took a long time.

However, even though she delayed for so long, the escorts were not angry, at least they did not show any anger.

As Charles had hoped before, Charlotte became a very popular darling in the upper class during her trip to Windsor, and all the noble ladies greeted her with smiles.

This was certainly because she came from a famous family, was very beautiful, and had all the etiquette and cultivation, so she was able to win everyone's favor, but more importantly, Her Majesty the Queen showed that she liked her very much.

So the guards all understood that Mrs. Treville had the right not to be bound by any schedule.

The original text can be read in the Six # 9 @Book/Bar!

Because she drank a lot of wine at noon, Mrs. Treville's face was still a little red, and even her steps were a little unsteady. With the help of the maid, she finally walked steadily to the carriage.

"I have been ordered to escort you back to London, madam." A young officer walked in front of Charlotte, then stretched out his hand to her, ready to support her, "How do you think your physical condition is? If you still feel uncomfortable, then just rest for another night, and we will leave tomorrow morning."

"No, thank you for your kindness, sir." Charlotte smiled and shook her head, "I have delayed my journey for so long, how can I continue to delay and let you wait in vain? This won't work, I can't do this, let's go now."

"If you insist, then do as you say, madam." Seeing that Mrs. Treville was so easy to talk to, the officer was relieved.

Then, he opened the door of the carriage attentively, and Charlotte smiled and nodded to thank him, then took his hand, stepped on the pedal, and walked into the carriage.

"By the way, sir, there is something I want to explain to you." Just after sitting on the cushion in the carriage, Charlotte seemed to suddenly remember something and suddenly stuck her head out to say to the officer.

"Hmm? What is it? Please tell me, ma'am." The officer was slightly startled.

"Well... I guess you also know that I am pregnant now." Charlotte's smile was slightly embarrassed, "So, please slow down your journey, I think it will be better for me."

"That's okay, but... it's so late now..." The officer hesitated a little. "If we drive all night, it might be more harmful to your health."

"It doesn't matter, because we don't have to drive all night." Charlotte waved her hand, indicating that there was no need to worry about this problem. "My friend mentioned a hotel on the road before. I think we can rest there at night and enter London the next morning."

The officer frowned slightly.

"If you think this is too much trouble for you, then I can change my mind." Charlotte looked at him apologetically.

How dare she object at this time? Besides, pregnant women always have to be treated preferentially.

"Then do as you say, ma'am." The officer nodded, "My mission is to escort you, you can arrange it according to your own preferences."

"Thank you, sir." Charlotte thanked him again.

At this time, in her field of vision, a middle-aged man dressed very delicately, holding a small suitcase in his hand, rushed over here quickly.

He was quickly stopped.

I really gave you a chance.

She looked at the middle-aged man who was running slowly with a smile on her face.

"By the way, that gentleman is my guest," Charlotte called the officer who was about to go over to check the situation, "He is a French painter, I met him here, I plan to take him to London as a guest, so that my husband can also meet him. How about it, is it okay?"

Charlotte looked at the young man quietly.

"These French people!" The officer shook his head in his heart, then bowed and saluted, turned around and left.

His mission was just to escort Mrs. Treville away from here, not to monitor her guests, and he was not in the mood to get to the bottom of it.

Maybe this painter is really a guest of the Treville family, maybe this painter is her new lover, but what does it have to do with him? (~^~)