Flowers, Swords and France

It was not until late at night that the Trevilles left the manor.

Charlotte kept talking to the princess until the end, and after leaving the manor, Charlotte still looked depressed, and the tears in the corners of her eyes could not disappear.

In the carriage, she just looked at the dark night view outside the window, looking very fascinated, without saying a word. Everything was silent, everything was hidden in the darkness, and only the rhythmic sound of horse hooves hitting the road could give a little proof of the world.

Seeing his wife so sad, Charles couldn't help but feel a little sad. He took his wife in his arms and gently stroked her back.

"Charlotte, don't be too sad, you are still pregnant."

"What you said to her was too much." Charlotte struggled to break free from his hand, obviously still angry. "You clearly know that she is already old and will not live long, why do you have to argue with her? Does winning or losing the debate mean so much to you? You made her... you made her so angry!"

"Okay, Charlotte, don't be angry... I admit that I am a little wrong." Charles sighed, obviously knowing that he had done something too much, "Actually... Actually, I didn't intend to argue with her at the beginning, but I was suddenly a little excited at that time. You know, those words of mine were not mocking her, nor did I intend to insult the royal family. I just... I just felt that some of my inner thoughts must be said."

"What an inner thought! Is ungratefulness the inner thought?" Charlotte glanced at him, "The royal family has given us so many favors, but you said that the mob was justified in killing the king!"

"I didn't say that. I just said that if you are incompetent in governing the country but are unwilling to give up power, then even if you are swallowed by blood, you can only blame yourself." Charles replied in a low voice.

"Isn't that what it means?!" Charlotte's eyes widened, "The king's power is granted by God. He is destined to rule the country. No one and no reason can violate God's law!"

Charles blinked and wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't say it.

Charlotte is good in everything, but this concept is too strong. After years of arguing, he doesn't intend to waste time arguing about whether the king's power is granted by God and whether he needs to be responsible to others.

"Okay, Charlotte, let's not argue. It's meaningless." Charles sighed again, and then, regardless of Charlotte's struggle, he hugged Charlotte forcefully. "After Her Royal Highness passed away, the Royal Family will be ruled by Count Chambord. But you married me, a Bonapartist... What are you going to do next? Her Royal Highness's intention is very clear, right? She took the property away from you, and she didn't give you any new instructions, and she didn't even plan to let you meet the Count himself..."

Charlotte froze for a moment. Although Charles said it very tactfully, his meaning was very clear.

Her Royal Highness was already taking care of her own funeral. She took back the property from the Duke of Treville's family and no longer gave her any tasks. She simply regarded her visit as a private visit, and obviously put Charlotte in a separate category.

No matter whether Her Royal Highness's starting point was for Charlotte's good or she didn't trust her. Or maybe it was both. Anyway, since she and her cousin, she has been excluded from the circle of royalists.

As for the diamond badge she gave to Charlotte, maybe it was the last parting gift...

When she thought of this, Charlotte couldn't help crying again.

Her mood was very complicated, with mixed feelings. Some pain, but also some confusion.

She was loyal to the royalist cause for so many years and did so many things wholeheartedly, so the feeling of being alienated by her own people was too uncomfortable; but on the other hand. She found that she could not place that kind of infinite love and loyalty on the Count of Chambord.

She had met the Count of Chambord once or twice in the past. Although she didn't know him deeply, she actually knew a little about this person with Charlotte's experience in the social scene for many years.

This young man, who was only a few years older than her, gave her the impression of being ordinary at the time - if not mediocre. He was not tall, and his expression was always gloomy, as if he was overwhelmed by the pressure of the family. His conversation was easygoing and polite, but because he was too serious, he lacked enthusiasm, and he had no charm, let alone passion and ambition.

Just like the noble children she often saw in social circles. No. He didn't even have the witty words and jokes they were familiar with.

He was different from Charles... completely different. Charlotte thought.

He was not a god, and there was no trace of the sun in him.

Although from the perspective of orthodoxy, the Count of Chambord was undoubtedly the heir to the Bourbon royal family and the monarch of France, but Charlotte found that she did not have the respect for the monarch. The empty slogan of loyalty to the monarch did not give her much impulse to serve him. Compared with the eldest princess, she found that she could not find much enthusiasm in her heart to obey the orders of that person.

That quiet, ordinary, indifferent, and uninspiring person, is the person I should be loyal to in the future, the natural ruler of France?

When Her Royal Highness the Eldest Princess was alive, the reverence that was rooted in Charlotte's heart because of her made Charlotte not think deeply about this issue. But now, when it is discovered that the old man is dying, this issue has really come to the fore. Out of the water.

Does he... deserve this position? This strange thought suddenly came to my mind.

Is it not my ideal that I, and my husband, should bow to a man like the Comte de Chambord, and that our children should do the same?

She subconsciously touched her belly again, and what was within reach was a slight beating. This little one was so energetic and strong.

He is my and Charles's child. He will definitely inherit our merits and carry forward our career. How can he be the vassal of the Count of Chambord?

Charlotte did not understand until this moment that her loyalty to royalism turned out to be so mixed with personal emotions, rather than being as loyal to principle as she had imagined.

She was unwilling to be as loyal to the Comte de Chambord as she was to Her Royal Highness, even though she had once been loyal to those orthodox principles.

Oh my god...am I just an unprincipled person? Grandpa, what do you think of me?

My thoughts wandered again, completely empty and unable to find a place to land.

"Charlotte? Charlotte?" Seeing that Charlotte was still deep in thought, Charles couldn't help but regretted a little, "Okay, okay, don't take what I said seriously, I just said it casually, you should take a rest first. Bar."

"No, you are right..." Charlotte gently took out a handkerchief and wiped her tears, "They have ostracized me. They feel that I am no longer a pure royalist. ”

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"Don't be sad..."

"No, I'm not sad." Charlotte interrupted him suddenly, "This is a fair result. Just now, I asked myself...and then I found that I am indeed not a Bourbon party now."

"Huh?" Charles was shocked. He looked up at Charlotte, as if he didn't recognize her.

Seeing that his wife's face was flushed and her breathing was rapid, and she was obviously extremely excited, Ciel couldn't help but feel worried. Is it because you are overly sad and confused?

"...But, they misjudged me. I didn't change my principles just because I married someone. My principles are not that cheap." Charlotte raised her head and turned around slowly , looking at Ciel, "My principles have never changed, it's just that I have always I haven't noticed it until now. My admiration for her prevented me from noticing this... Yes, I admire the Wang family's magnanimity, not the Wang family's blood, so you... You are right, a person with the king's blood You shouldn’t be a king when you don’t act like one.”

"...Charlotte..." Ciel was still a little confused and didn't understand why Charlotte was so strange tonight.

Charlotte's eyes became more and more stern, her tone became more and more cold, and her hands unconsciously clenched into fists.

"The Count of Chambord is not worthy to be our monarch. He has seen him and he is not worthy. Since they are not worthy, then I...I have no need to be loyal to them anymore! Yes, the day Her Royal Highness the Princess died, it was me The day the loyalty oath I made to myself was lifted, I understood...I understood everything!"

Could it be that the actions of the Wang family have made Charlotte wake up and no longer intend to hang out with Bourbon?

Charles was overjoyed, then laughed, stretched out his arms around her waist again, and pulled her into his arms. Charlotte did not resist this time and fell into her husband's arms.

"That's great, Charlotte."

"Since they don't deserve it, how about we become kings?" At this moment, Charlotte suddenly said.

"What?" Charles was startled again and lowered his head to look at his wife lying in his arms.

"The French always need a king. God gave the king to the earth. This is an irreversible principle of destiny. Now they can't be king, so let's do it. After all, didn't we also have the blood of the royal family?" Xia Lot's eyes shone with a strange light, and his golden hair seemed to be shining, "I want our children to be kings, and only we are worthy of it. Yes, you and me, our children, we We are the last royal family, because we deserve the crown!”

"Are you...are you serious?" Charles' eyes widened and he took a deep breath.

"I have never been more serious in my life than now." Charlotte opened her eyes wide, "God must bless us." (~^~)