"She is the only daughter of the Count de La Porta, and will give you a dowry of one and a half million and an inheritance of more than five million in the future." In the study, the father looked at him solemnly, "You have to love her as you love Franc, you have to care for her father as you care about her inheritance, I hope you can do it." ”

"I will, father." The younger self made a promise in front of his father.

Because I was young, I didn't know the weight of guarantees and promises.

"Did you hear what the Duchess of Plasland said? His Royal Highness's face is not right......"

"Poor woman, she's so ...... It's really not suitable to come to the palace. ”

"Surprisingly naïve."

"What! How could someone like the Duke choose ......? ”

"She has a dowry of 1.5 million and can inherit more than 5 million in the future, isn't this worthy of respect?"

"Oh, Madame is so charming!"

"At least charming enough to forget that she was the granddaughter of a little Corsican tailor. Isn't it? ”

I heard it again, but I don't know how many times I heard it.

She was really unfunny, very clumsy, could neither laugh nor argue, and sometimes had no sense of proportion. Sometimes the words that come out can even infuriate people - because there is nothing more infuriating than always telling the truth.

"You spend the possessions you got from my father, and you hate him...... Sir, isn't that despicable? ”

"A tailor's granddaughter? Yes, but think about what your father did in Germany! ”

…………

Twenty years of marriage are full of quarrels, until Zuihou's boredom and indifference, isn't this what most people's marriages look like? I thought I could live like everyone else, for the rest of my life, until that day.

Another quarrel. For what?

"Do you think I don't know about you and those actors?"

"It's my business."

"I'm your wife!"

"Yes, so what? You can also have your freedom, I don't care about it at all. ”

"How can you say such a thing? I'm your wife! ”

"I deeply regret this."

Until zuihou.

"You conspirator, I'm going to denounce you!" The wife suddenly said something that made her heart flutter, and then she turned and left.

"You go to die!"

When she came back to her senses, her hand was already on her neck.

Until she died, Fanny kept staring at herself, what was in her eyes?

Is it hatred or remorse? Is it unwilling or liberating?

It was impossible to ask her anymore.

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"Ahh His Excellency Charles Loré Hugo de Choiseul Prasland, Duke of Presland, has once again awakened from his nightmare. He was drenched in cold sweat again.

By the moonlight streaming in through the window, he subconsciously looked towards the bedroom door.

At that moment, he even thought he was in a new nightmare again.

The door to his bedroom, which he had deliberately blocked with a bookcase before going to bed, was opened, and several figures dressed in black stood in front of his bed, casting ominous shadows.

"I woke up just in time." One spoke up.

It turned out to be a woman?

The speaker wears a black cloak like the others, except that he wears a hat with a scarf, like a widow in mourning.

Before the Duke could come to his senses, he shouted for help, and the comers, who had been prepared, rushed to his bedside and grabbed him by the neck, leaving him speechless.

"Don't try to call for help, it's just going to make you die faster, Mr. Traitor." The woman remained still, but her tone was more threatening.

Although he couldn't hear it very clearly, the Duke still felt that the other party was very young. He looked at her, then nodded submissively.

The woman nodded slightly, and her comrades relaxed the hand on the duke's neck a little.

The Duke took a few big breaths, then coughed out involuntarily.

"Don't leave anything to chance, you won't survive tonight." She continued, "If you don't want your sons to die too, you'd better be more cooperative. ”

The duke's eyes were full of shock and panic, and he looked at him as if asking for help.

"Do you think we won't find them if you send them to the Brest countryside? How naïve, sir. We're just going to deal with you, though, if you don't keep doing stupid things. The woman approached. Her countenance loomed under the thin veil.

"You ...... How did you get in? The Duke asked in a whisper.

"I dug a tunnel in the next dwelling, and I gave you a few more days to live." The other party replied coldly. "Mr. Prime Minister wants to use you as bait, let us take the bait, how many eyeliners have been laid in and outside your house...... Unexpectedly, it also gave us a chance to get rid of you. ”

"You ......," the Duke seemed to be trying to say.

"Well, we don't have much time to waste right now, and if you don't want your child to be in danger, you'd better be honest with me now." The other party intended his words.

"You ask." The Duke sighed softly.

"Weishenme is going to be a traitor?"

There was silence.

"I killed my wife." The Duke replied. "I had to do this in order for the prime minister to cover up my crimes."

"You could have been a good guy who had to kill and flee in order to keep a secret, and now you are both a lowly murderer and a lowly traitor."

"Escape? If I run away, everyone will know that the Duke of Praslan is a murderer and absconding criminal, then my child...... What about my children? As the son of a fugitive, do you live under everyone's ridicule? Moreover, the reputation of our family ...... Isn't there nothing? ”

"Reputation? The reputation of a traitor? The woman laughed disdainfully. How much did you talk to Sirte? ”

"I've said everything I know." The Duke replied dryly.

"What is Sirt going to do with those who have been arrested?"

"He's going to select a few collaborators like me, and the rest of them to do hard labor."

"Where are you going to be exiled? Brest or Toulon? ”

"Toulon."

The Duke was surprisingly cooperative, perhaps because the threat to his child's life had made him lose the courage to resist, or perhaps he had never thought of resisting in the first place.

"What will he do next?"

"I don't know, he didn't reveal it to me."

"Good." The other party replied coldly, and then whispered. "Then go die."

The hand on his neck regained its strength, and the Duke felt that it was becoming more and more difficult to breathe.

"Kill me...... Kill me, please...... No...... No...... Hurt my child! The Duke said with difficulty a word of pleading.

Breathing became more and more difficult, and the Duke found that his vision was blurry.

Being able to die in the same way as Fanny is not a reward.

"I'm sorry, Fanny, I didn't mean to......" he said in his heart every nightmare.

In a split second at Zuihou, a question suddenly occurred to him.

Since Fanny already knew, she could have gone and denounced it a long time ago, right? weishenme, weishenme didn't go to denounce?

weishenme？ weishenme？

Maybe it was a mistake in the first place?

You can't go any further.

Then atone for your mistakes.

He closed his eyes.

"It's going better than I thought." Seeing that the Duke was killed without resistance, and the operation went more smoothly than expected, Charlotte secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

"That's what a traitor should do." She whispered. Don't even look at the corpse on the bed. "I hope his fate will be a wake-up call for some people."

"So what should we do next?" The comrade next to her asked.

"You leave Paris first and go to the provinces for a while, the wind has been very tight lately." Charlotte's voice was still very calm. "If it weren't for this damn bastard who exposed so many people, I wouldn't have been personally involved in this operation."

“haode。”

"So, let's evacuate first!"

The three turned to leave.

Before leaving, Charlotte did not forget to throw a handkerchief embroidered with white lilies on the bed.

"It's really, it's covered in dust and mud, it's uncomfortable!"

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"What!" Early the next morning, the Prime Minister learned of the Duke's death from His Excellency the Minister of the Interior, who had rushed to visit him.

There was silence.

"Bang!" Suddenly, there was a loud bang on the desk. "Are all your people idle eaters? He was killed! Haven't caught a single one yet?! ”

"Your Excellency Prime Minister, at your request, I have been sending people to monitor that area!" The minister sweated like rain. "There was no news beforehand, no one thought of it...... No one thought that they dug a tunnel from the side and went in! ”

"Incompetence! Impotent! Can you be a little more incompetent?! The Prime Minister was furious, "Do you really not want to do it?" ”

"We will continue to investigate......" The minister did not dare to make more excuses, but kept reassuring with his head down.

"Three days, I'll give you three days, if you don't find a clue that satisfies me, you can do it yourself!" The Prime Minister roared again. "You incompetent shit!"

"Yes...... Be...... Your Excellency the Prime Minister. The minister agreed.

After venting for a while, the prime minister sat at his desk and inhaled heavily, clearly still angry.

"We will definitely do what you have to say," the minister, with his head bowed, asked cautiously as he glanced at the prime minister from time to time. "So, what should we tell the outside world about this? I'm afraid the newspaper reporters will get the news soon......"

"Do you need to say that?!" The prime minister replied angrily, "Do you tell the public that the royal party is lawless, that they can kill whoever they want, and that whoever betrays them will die?!" ”

"Haode......" the minister agreed, "I will inform the outside world that Mr. Duke of Prasland committed suicide yesterday......"

"Don't go yet!"

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"What?! Duke Phassland actually committed suicide?! Charles was also shocked when he heard the news.

"But that's fine." After thinking for a moment, he muttered to himself. "Isn't that the commission done? The marshal let the murderer of his daughter leave the world as he wished, and also saved the honor of his grandchildren, so that they could live without bearing any shadows......"

The more he thought about it, the more he felt that this was the most haode ending.

Maybe that's what the Duke of Plasland thought when he committed suicide?

Forget it, whatever.

Charles carefully placed the confession he had received yesterday on his body, and then went to visit the Counts de La Porta.