Flowers, Swords and France

When the clock reached the second to last tick, Charles finally finished his dinner today.

Because they were still in mourning, Mrs. Treville and her husband did not arrange any special entertainment activities, but they compensated the ambassadors with food. Most of these ambassadors who had been in foreign countries for many years felt that their trip was worthwhile after enjoying the banquet provided by Charles.

The task of "finding a queen worthy of the surname for the future emperor" was also clearly conveyed to the ears of the ambassadors through his gossip.

As for how enthusiastic they were about this task, that's another matter.

However, when the ambassadors said goodbye one after another, the French ambassador to Austria, Count de-Elromont, was secretly kept by Mr. Treville.

It was late at night, so the servant took the ambassador from the pergola in the garden to the small living room of the mansion.

As soon as he entered the door, the count was stared at by the Treville couple at the same time.

Good guy!

At this moment, he suddenly felt like he was being stared at by a leopard and a lion at the same time, and his back was slightly cold.

When a group of people were having a banquet, he had not felt this kind of pressure, but when he had to face the couple alone, he found that the couple was really not easy to mess with.

The Treville family, everyone is really pretentious! He thought to himself.

Just when he was a little scared, Charles de Treville, the most trusted assistant of the future emperor, suddenly showed a spring breeze-like smile, and then bowed to him politely.

"Mr. Ambassador, I was a little rude to you just now. I am very sorry. Please forgive me. I didn't mean to target you."

"It doesn't matter, sir." The count also bowed to Charles quickly, "I have been talking too much and disrupted your conversation. You should forgive me."

"Charles. I usually keep saying you. You are too impatient and like to say the wrong thing when you are anxious!" At this moment, Mrs. Treville next to him pushed her husband's hand. "Is it better to apologize to someone after you've been mean to them than to be respectful to them from the beginning?"

This lady is really beautiful, with her bright golden hair tied up in a bun and then draped over her shoulders. Because she has taken good care of herself, her skin is also very smooth and moisturized. At the same time, because she has been pregnant for several months, her belly has been slightly bulging, so some of the radiance of a mother can still be seen on her face. Although she only wore a black dress because of mourning, she was still amazingly beautiful.

Such a beautiful lady naturally has privileges in the social world. Since she said so, the count had to let go of some grudges in his heart.

"Madam. Please believe that I really have no resentment at all. I can only feel extremely honored to be received by such a beautiful lady like you."

"You are really good at talking..." Charlotte couldn't help laughing, "Diplomats are really all graceful!"

"After all, this is what we do." The ambassador shrugged and laughed along.

While laughing, he speculated on the purpose of the couple leaving him alone - the couple would definitely not leave him alone just to apologize to him.

"Count, I am curious, how do you feel about staying in Vienna?" Just as he was pondering, the lady asked again. "I heard that it is a beautiful city, and the people are well-educated and love art."

Why ask me this? Are you planning to transfer me away from Vienna? A trace of doubt flashed through the ambassador's mind.

But despite the doubt, the question must be answered.

"Yes. Madam, it is indeed a very beautiful city, but of course not as beautiful as Paris." The ambassador answered cautiously, "There are many beautiful palaces and many elegant people, but of course there are more people who don't understand elegance. It is not as beautiful as "The Blue Danube". But it is still a great place."

"Haha, hearing your description, I am quite yearning for it!" Charlotte laughed out loud, "I really hope to have a chance to go there and see it!"

"I believe you will have a chance soon, madam." The ambassador bowed again, "If I am still there at that time, I will be very happy to accompany you and give you a chance to experience that ancient and beautiful city carefully."

Suddenly, he seemed to think of something.

Could it be that... Bonaparte has not learned his lesson this time and is still thinking about marrying the Habsburgs?

Oh my God, my God, France now is not as strong as when Emperor Napoleon defeated it repeatedly. If he really goes to the Habsburgs at this time, God knows how humiliated he will be! Bonaparte is not afraid of losing face, but I am afraid!

The ambassador was a little uneasy.

"By the way, what do you think of Emperor Franz Joseph?" Charles suddenly asked at this moment.

"He has only been on the throne for a short time, and I can't make a very complete judgment on him." The ambassador first prepared himself to avoid saying something that would not suit the other party's wishes. "However, from the current situation, he thinks he is a strong-willed, knowledgeable, kind and enthusiastic king. He has a lot of energy and is willing to use his enthusiasm to serve the country."

"In other words, he is a good king?" Charlotte interrupted, "I heard that he is also very handsome?"

Women actually like to pay attention to this kind of issue...

"Yes, madam, he is a very handsome young man, worthy of Habsburg blood." The ambassador replied respectfully.

"So - he is twenty-one years old this year, right? Haven't the Austrian ministers considered marrying him? There are not many unmarried emperors at this age." Charlotte still seemed to have some feelings for the young emperor. curious.

"Yes, of course they have considered it. In fact, there are many rumors about this matter in Austria..." The ambassador paused pretending to be profound, "Currently everyone is speculating that he prefers someone who is only 15 years old now." His cousin, Elisabeth, the youngest daughter of the Duke of Bavaria.”

"15 years old!?" Charlotte was a little surprised.

"Oh, of course they won't marry her now. They mean to get married in a few years when she grows up." The ambassador replied with a smile.

"So, this princess is quite beautiful?" Charles asked with a smile. "Our lovely Emperor is willing to wait for several years just for him."

In fact, of course he asked knowingly.

"Yes, I heard it is quite beautiful." The ambassador quickly replied. "So, His Majesty the Emperor would rather wait a few years, put aside the gap in rank, and insist on marrying her."

[Although Princess Sissi’s father is from a royal family. But he is only a distant descendant, and theoretically cannot deserve the title of a real princess. For this reason, after marrying Emperor Franz-Joseph, she was actually not very respected in the Austrian court, which emphasized class and family status. 】

"I feel like you've given me another reason to go to Austria early!" Charlotte replied enthusiastically, "I would like to see the lovely Emperor before he gets married."

"Even if you see him. You are already a married woman, Charlotte." Charles said regretfully.

"It's up to you!" Charlotte immediately responded, "There is always someone much better than you in the world, just take a look."

While the couple was quarreling with each other, the ambassador felt a little on pins and needles.

"Sir...Sir, let me ask a question -" After hesitating for a moment, the ambassador finally couldn't hold himself back, "Does His Majesty the Emperor want to marry the Habsburgs again?"

His question immediately restored the silence between the couple.

The couple's eyes focused on him again. This look made the ambassador feel like he was a student who said something stupid in class.

"Sir... I'm sorry, I was just asking casually..." The ambassador shrank back a little uneasily.

"Another marriage with Habsburg? No, sir, you are thinking too much." Charles suddenly laughed, "Let's not say whether they are willing to do it or not. Even if they are willing, we don't dare! Scared! Look! Let’s look at history. When did a French monarch who married a Habsburg woman ever end well? Louis XIII, Louis XVI, and us. Poor Emperor, any one of them has suffered a great misfortune because of his wife. You can rest assured that our Emperor will never make such a mistake again. He will never seek a marriage with Habsburg again. Absolutely not. Of course, if you have any special candidates, you can recommend them to us and I will consider them.”

After hearing such assurance from Ciel, the ambassador finally breathed a sigh of relief. It relieves me of my biggest worries.

However, the Trevilles did not speak anymore this time, but looked at him quietly, as if waiting for what he would say.

Haven't you figured it out yet? Their eyes seemed to ask.

There was another long silence.

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The ambassador finally couldn't stand it anymore.

"So, you... and your wife, really just want me... to arrange a visit to Austria?" The ambassador's tone was very hesitant.

"If possible, as soon as possible, I hope to make this visit happen in the autumn." Charles gave the other party an encouraging look, "Sir, I know this task is a bit troublesome, but I think you can do it - —Please believe that the Treville family will repay everyone who helped it.”

"Even Madam is going?" The ambassador became even more confused.

It was obvious to him that Mrs. Treville was already showing the obvious signs of pregnancy and would only become more immobile after two or three months - was this really a favorable time for travel?

In other words, does His Majesty Franz-Josef really have such charm that this lady must take advantage of the time to see him?

The ambassador didn't quite believe it.

But why did this couple do this? He still couldn't figure it out.

"Sir, I have always admired the scenery of Austria and really want to visit there. It happens that now my husband has got this position, which will give me an opportunity to enjoy the highest courtesy in Austria..." Charlotte Staring at the ambassador, she unintentionally used the bossy tone she was accustomed to when she was at her parents' home, " As you know, political changes are always uncertain, and no one can tell whether my husband will still be in this position in a year's time. Therefore, I don't want to lose this opportunity to enjoy royal courtesy, even if I have to endure a little inconvenience. Sir, I think you are willing to help me realize this wish?"

Although this reason seemed very strange, it unexpectedly fit the character of a noble lady who had been spoiled since childhood, so much so that the ambassador even believed it.

Of course, this was just some belief. The ambassador still had some doubts about their purpose, but he had no clue.

"Why, aren't you willing to help with this?" While the ambassador was still pondering, Charles suddenly spoke up, "Sir, we are very reasonable. If you think this request is very unreasonable and very difficult for you, Then you can refuse, I won’t take it to heart.”

This is a clear and unmistakable threat.

The ambassador gulped.

Although he didn't understand why the Trevilles would do such a thing, the pressure from the Trevilles made it difficult for him to give an answer of evasion or rejection.

"Okay, sir, I think I can do it. I know some people in Austria, and the Austrians are also very interested in you -" the ambassador paused, "I think they will be happy to arrange this." A somewhat strange visit..."

"It's not an arrangement, it's an invitation." Charles expressed his meaning emphatically. "And I, at the request of my wife, had no choice but to take her with me along the way."

"Well, they will take the initiative to invite you." The ambassador had no choice but to obey Ciel's will.

"Thank you, Your Excellency." Charles stretched out his hand, "You will know how good it is to be my friend."

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The clock has reached twelve o'clock.

The ambassador had been led away by his servants, and he remained confused until the end, not understanding the young couple's intentions, despite his promise to do so.

Now, only the couple were left. They stood quietly in the empty room, and no one spoke for a while.

"Okay, go and have a rest, Charlotte, you can't sleep too late, it's not good for the child." After a long silence, Charles sighed. "You need to take a good rest recently, otherwise, traveling far away will not be so pleasant."

Charlotte, on the other hand, looked at her husband uneasily, with an apologetic look on her face.

"Char, I'm sorry... I'm really sorry... That thing didn't go as smoothly as I thought. I really didn't expect that they would be so resolute and insist on asking us to raise funds as soon as possible..."

"I really hope you don't doubt the meaning of being so loyal in the past." Ciel laughed sarcastically. "How about it? You are so loyal, but this is how they reward you in the end."

"I have never doubted it. This money originally belonged to them, and they have nothing to do if they want to take it back. It is us who are at fault. It was the selfishness of Dad and Philip that caused me trouble. Now I am just solving the trouble for them! "Charlotte bit her lip, "Besides, I just want to see her die. She really couldn't hold it back this time... Charles, I'm really sorry..."

Charlotte's apology slowly made Charles's little dissatisfaction disappear.

After all, this is his wife. This is the first time in so many years that she has begged for his forgiveness with such an expression. Is there anything that cannot be forgiven? Just follow her wishes.

"It's nothing. Anyway, I originally planned to visit various big countries. Now it's just a little earlier. It's not a big deal." Charles smiled slightly, "I'm just worried about you, Lolot. Are you pregnant?" She is pregnant and has to travel thousands of miles..."

"I'm fine, I'm really fine!" Charlotte clenched her fists to reassure her husband, "Don't you know? I have been in good health since I was a child. It doesn't matter if I travel far away. I can survive." Live. Charles, don’t worry about me..."

Ciel sighed, and then he gently stroked his lady's swollen belly.

The little guy sleeping peacefully here is so happy. Why does he need to worry about the troubles in the world?

"Okay, go to sleep, Lolot, we will arrange everything." (~^~)