Flowers, Swords and France

Charlotte's disgust and hatred for this extremely wealthy banker reached such a level that it made Charles care a little bit anyway.

Have they known each other before? Could it be that the Duke of Treville also had a relationship with this banker? Ciel secretly wondered in his heart, but did not say it out loud.

"Do you know why I brought you here? Charles?" Charlotte's tone became warm again, as if the person who was shouting and killing just now was not her. "This is something my grandpa and I specially applied for."

"Oh, why? I'm actually a little curious." Ciel replied.

"Since we want to cooperate, I need to let you know more about the inside story. This will also be good for you. Besides, I am also a girl. Participating in such an occasion alone will always make other people a little uncomfortable." Xia Lott smiled and replied, "After tonight..." She glanced at the foreign minister, "I'm afraid it will be the final battle."

Now do you remember that you are a girl? Really, then why bother mixing it up? Ciel complained in his mind. But it still hasn't been announced.

"Thank you very much." Charles nodded slightly to his sister, and then greeted him politely, "How is Mr. Duke Treville's health recently?"

"Did you never think of asking until this moment?" Charlotte glanced at Charles with some resentment, "As an old man in his seventies, how can his health be better even if it is good? But it's still okay now. It's passable... Your grandfather is about the same..."

Charles was stunned for a moment, then sighed softly, "Yeah, he's almost old."

Charlotte grabbed his hand again.

"Ciel, Treville and us, we can inherit this family name."

"Of course." Charles responded.

While they were still chatting, the Foreign Secretary came in with a guest and gestured around.

Apparently, people have gathered. People moved closer to where the minister was, and the two Charlotte siblings followed suit and sat on several sofas surrounding a coffee table.

There were not many people present, just a few people. Although it was a family dinner in name, everyone had serious expressions, as if they were facing a formidable enemy - which was actually the case. In addition to the famous banker, Charlotte also named the identities of several other people - one of them is the current Minister of Finance, His Excellency Dumont, and several other people are also prominent and obviously worthy. It's on the level of a political group.

Seeing the two young people coming here, they were also a little surprised. They looked at each other for a few times and then looked at the owner of the room.

The Foreign Secretary sat on the main seat, with an unlit fireplace behind him, but the flames in his eyes seemed to be able to accomplish the same task of heating the room. He cleared his throat and spoke. "Thank you all for coming here tonight." Then he pointed to the two brothers and sisters sitting on the sofa next to him. "This lady is the granddaughter and personal secretary of the Duke of Treville, and this gentleman is..."

"Eugène." Charlotte smiled and nodded to the people beside her, then answered. "My younger brother, the direct heir of our Treville family. Grandpa is not in good health right now, so he is allowed to attend. I don't mean to neglect everyone. I can guarantee that our opinions are the opinions of grandpa himself."

She deliberately kept her words vague and ambiguous. Eugene is indeed Charlotte's biological brother and Charles' cousin. Being a year and a half younger than Charlotte, it didn't seem out of place for Ciel to impersonate him.

Ciel also nodded calmly around him. "I am honored to have the opportunity to shoulder the responsibility of the family."

After hearing the name Duke Treville, others gradually felt relieved. Obviously, this famous former politician still has some weight in these people's hearts.

Seeing the "not very rookie" performance of Charles and Charlotte, the Foreign Secretary finally nodded slightly. "It's really gratifying that there is a successor to the Treville family."

After saying some polite words, he directly raised his head and looked at everyone. "Everyone must know that Mr. Duke of Dalmatia has already launched a severe counterattack against me. We must seize this time to take action."

The living room fell into silence. People only communicated by looking at each other and testing each other's thoughts.

"Of course, although I didn't expect his counterattack strategy at the time of the incident, I also knew that he would definitely not be captured without mercy. None of this surprises me." The Foreign Secretary said slowly, "The important thing is, can we win because of this?" Backing down? Now that we have reached this point, I cannot back down. Now that I have decided to fight, I must not give up halfway. Otherwise, not only will everyone's previous efforts be wasted, but even the existing benefits will not be guaranteed. I can keep it, am I right?”

Others nodded.

After unifying the thoughts and opinions of the small group, the rest will be easier to handle.

"Although his move is indeed powerful, I don't have no way to deal with it." He continued, "I have met with the British Ambassador in private and informed him of the differences within the government, especially the French There is absolutely no intention to challenge British interests in Africa - all this is just a farce staged by the Prime Minister for personal political gain... When I was an ambassador in London, I met many people, so I made this statement They will listen to it.”

[Guizot served as French ambassador to Britain in 1840. 】

"What does the Ambassador say?" the Chancellor of the Exchequer next to him asked in a low voice. He had already placed his political bet on this colleague, so he was naturally particularly concerned about the outcome of this fight.

"The Ambassador has promised to report this to London, and he has also expressed his personal opinion: He believes that it is not a wise political behavior to elevate domestic political struggles to international issues and use international issues as a weapon to attack opponents."

Several participants breathed a sigh of relief.

Although the ambassador used very ambiguous diplomatic rhetoric, he at least implicitly expressed two attitudes:

1. He felt that the situation was not serious and France had no intention of attacking British colonies;

2. He was also somewhat dissatisfied with Prime Minister Soult's move.

Although the ambassador's personal opinion could not fully represent the British government, London would definitely listen to the ambassador's report.

"So, what should we do domestically?" another person asked. "The French people can't care so much. If they accept the British opinion and stop the march, the Prime Minister will definitely put the responsibility on you."

This is the essence of the problem.

The Foreign Minister clenched his fists, and it was obvious that he was also very worried about this issue.

"I have already told the British side to use a gentler tone so as not to overly affect the mood of the French. Moreover, during this period of time, we must give him a good beating." He said with a bit of murderous intent.

Then he looked at the Chancellor of the Exchequer again. "During this period of time, we must step up the investigation into the misappropriation issue. Remember, we must cooperate with the press, exaggerate the issue, and try to hint the suspicion to the Prime Minister..."

"Okay." The Chancellor of the Exchequer nodded in agreement, but he was still a little hesitant. "What if the Prime Minister insists on staying? This kind of thing cannot be investigated all at once."

"It doesn't matter, just try to create public opinion." The Foreign Minister responded. "In addition, the House of Representatives must also propose a motion of no confidence as soon as possible. As long as it is passed early, we can dissolve the cabinet and then let His Majesty the King appoint a new Prime Minister."

"Of course there is no problem in proposing a motion, but if it is to be passed, there must be enough votes. Are we sure?" another person asked. "Now many people are still waiting and watching."

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"We have to try it first." The Foreign Minister replied in a low voice, then looked at the banker next to him, "Mr. Baron, it depends on you."

The fat middle-aged banker spoke at this time, his voice was a little dry. "I will do my best to help."

"Just your words are enough." The Foreign Minister nodded, "Don't worry, as long as I become Prime Minister, I will never treat you unfairly."

Such a rich God of Wealth can buy a lot of tickets, and many members of parliament are actually his colleagues or close customers. If he is willing to help, it will definitely be good news.

After they discussed for a while, the Foreign Minister turned his face to the Treville siblings. "Although the Duke has retired from state affairs, he is still very prestigious in the hearts of many people. Please encourage those people when the time comes, so that we can increase our chances of winning."

Charlotte smiled and nodded, "I will convey everyone's opinions to Grandpa, and he will certainly do what he can. And... my Grandpa has another suggestion..."

The two siblings have not spoken all the time. After all, they are just "younger generations who attended on behalf of the Duke of Treville because of his physical discomfort." There are not many opportunities for these "young children" to speak here, so every sentence must be directly to the core and just right.

"What suggestion?" The other party was a little surprised.

"The previous murder case of the Duke of Praslin's family, because the deceased Duke of Praslin is my grandfather's distant nephew, he is very concerned..." Charlotte continued slowly.

The Treville family has intermarried with other nobles for generations, and basically everyone has some distant relatives. Maybe the Bourbon royal family can also be related to Treville a few generations back. This kind of kinship will not allow you to borrow a penny more when you are poor, but it is very convenient to use it as an excuse.

"Oh? Is it that murder case?" Guizot seemed to understand something, "There are many rumors that the Prime Minister is involved in it. If it can be confirmed or there is even evidence against him, it will be a great blow to his reputation..."

He looked at the two young men, as if he was expecting something.

Charles took out the confession that he forced the coachman of the Duke of Praslin to write from his arms and handed it to the Minister of Foreign Affairs in silence.

The Minister of Foreign Affairs took it with some urgency, and then he was overjoyed.

"Great!" he shouted.

Then he passed the confession to others and looked at Charles again. "Where is Jean-Constant now?!"

"In England," Charles answered calmly, "He has changed his name there, but is still doing his old job."

He had asked Joseph Bonaparte to pass on the news, and after some searching, they finally found the driver.

"Great!" The Foreign Minister shouted, and others echoed him. "I will ask the embassy in England to find this person right away. They are all my people. I will give him a large sum of money to come forward and accuse the Prime Minister, discredit him, and quickly pass the motion of no confidence..."

"Maybe there is another truth in that matter?" Charlotte asked suddenly.

"Truth? Damn it! What truth do I want! He is an accomplice of the murderer, that's the truth!" The Foreign Minister scolded, "As long as I can discredit that guy and get enough votes to sweep this cabinet out of office! When I become the Prime Minister of the Cabinet, I will certainly be interested in what the truth is."

Then, he reached out and patted Charles on the shoulder. "Please rest assured, I will not forget the hard work of the Treville family this time. Young man, you have to work hard, and you will definitely have a bright future in the future!"

"Thank you very much for your encouragement." Charles smiled, then bowed and saluted the other party.