In the secret rooms of the mansion, Marshal Trevill, together with Charles, lectured Lucien and Alex in person, and then confirmed with them again by coercion and inducement that they were now a party with both prosperity and loss, and that only in this way could they move forward in the storm. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Marshal Trevier knew that he was already old and decrepit, and he was afraid that he would not live for a few years, so he would rather fight the last of his energy to seek a better ending for his grandson.

Whether willingly or hesitantly, Lucien and Alex finally agreed to the old man's request.

In the silence, everyone understood that this was an extraordinary time, and that not only the Empire would face some great test, but that their group might also face a great test in the future—and perhaps even at some point in the future, they would have to oppose His Majesty the Emperor.

It was only after a few moments that this slightly dull atmosphere was broken by Marshal Tréville.

"Okay, let's take it easy, nothing has happened, what are you doing in such a hurry?" The old man smiled, and had already swept away the heaviness just now, "You are all young people in the prime of life, and there are still decades to come, you can have the opportunity to do anything, who can you show with such a sad face?" It's not good to look at. Okay, it's enough for you to take all my words to heart, now cheer me up! ”

"Yes, that's all we need to say today, let's not stay here any longer, so as not to arouse the suspicion of some people." Charles also smiled and motioned for everyone to leave first, "Let's go back first, we can enjoy wine and cheers tonight, and if anyone needs it, they can stay in a hotel outside, I can provide someone to accompany you......"

"No, no, no......" The two men also rejected Charles's offer with strange faces, albeit for different reasons.

Charles had known that they would react like this, so he just shrugged his shoulders and led the way out of the room.

When Charles returned to the hall, the atmosphere was as lively as before, but everyone seemed to have forgotten that it was Miss Treville's birthday party, and instead gathered in twos and threes to chat and enjoy a good drink.

Because of his thoughts, as soon as he returned to the hall, Charles subconsciously looked for his sister, but because of the mixing of people, he didn't find it for a while.

"Shire ......"

At this time, Charles heard a greeting from the side.

The voice Charles was very familiar with, none other than his friend Albert de Foua-Grass.

"Huh?" Charles leaned over to look at the other.

"You...... Have you finally found it? Albert asked him a strange question.

"What's wrong? What do you mean? Charles frowned, "Are you hiding it when you're talking to me now?" Let's get straight ahead! ”

"It's not that I don't dare to say it, I just don't know what to say......" Albert frowned, then lowered his head and hesitated for a moment, finally seemingly finding the right wording, "Charles, have you finally found a brother-in-law for your sister?" ”

"Huh?" Charles was still confused.

"That's what I mean......" Albert leaned closer to the Charles, then gesturing to a nearby corner, "are you going to marry your sister to the Lieutenant Bonaparte?" ”

"Albert, you shouldn't play such a joke on me." Charles' eyes widened, and then he immediately shook his head, rejecting the other man's conjecture.

"Then look at it......" Albert spread his hands helplessly.

Charles followed Albert's finger and looked over.

He found his sister, and the burly young officer Jérôme Bonaparte, dressed in military uniform, stood beside her, his face flushed, as if shy and excited, and he looked at Fran with a very wry, eager gaze, and nodded frequently, as if he were willing to admit the truth of anything she had said.

It's no wonder that Albert thinks so, he is like an innocent teenager who has fallen in love but doesn't know how to win the favor of the other party - and considering that he is Charles returning to France with all his might, Albert guesses that it is quite normal for Charles to want to marry the royal family.

Charles, however, had no such consideration at all.

"." Charles stared at the young man in the corner with wide eyes, then cursed quietly.

"What?" Albert didn't hear clearly.

"Go ******!" Seeing this situation, Charles scolded in a rare way in his life. "What the hell is this!"

"Hey, be quiet!" Albert hurriedly grabbed Charles, lest Charles lose his grace on such an occasion. "Don't be angry!"

"Why can't I be angry? I brought him back to France, I won for him the right to use the surname Bonaparte, and I gave him the ability to develop in the army...... Even if he's not grateful, he should at least know that he has something to ask me, right?! And he rewarded me with this practice? Go******! Charles tried to suppress his anger and not let himself roar, but he was already angry, and he was clearly excited," he thought! ”

"Okay, I see what you mean, don't get excited......" Albert couldn't help but laugh, "It's strange, even if you don't want to, you don't have to be so angry, it's only natural that a girl as attractive as your sister has a few suitors, right?" ”

"That's not the problem." Charles interrupted him, "He shouldn't take revenge anyway. ”

"How can this be called revenge?" Albert asked curiously, "Did you order him not to approach her?" ”

"Not now, but there will be later." Charles finally came to his senses and didn't go over and scream at the boy who didn't know what to do.

Tonight was a pleasant day for everyone, and he didn't want to disturb the atmosphere, and besides, he didn't need to be angry and lose his demeanor on such an occasion.

"It's really strange, she's not young, why are you still so reacting so much?" Albert unhurriedly handed Charles a glass of wine, "Jérôme Bonaparte, he is the grandson of Prince Jérôme Bonaparte - and certainly the grandson whom he will never be able to admit publicly. But it's a little strange, his grandfather and uncle are standard prodigal children, but this young man doesn't seem to have inherited this ability? He looked dumbfounded. ”

"Maybe it was the storm of the American wilderness that blew away his little sanity." Charles commented rather harshly.

"But isn't that a good thing? This shows that he is simple, not a playboy like us. Albert had something nice to say about the young man, "I think he might be more trustworthy than the people who talk about it." ”

"That's another question, you don't have to say nice things about him." Charles immediately rejected him.

"Well, you're the one who makes the decision. I thought you'd acquiesce...... Now it seems that I was wrong. Albert shrugged, "But I'm curious, so you're not satisfied, are you really going to find an opportunity to marry her to the king of a certain country?" ”

"It's up to her to make the decisions, and I'm not going to stop her." Charles took the glass and drank it down. "I don't mean to trade her."

"Then you shouldn't be so angry, right?" Albert was even more puzzled, "Independent love must start with contact with others, right?" It's good that she's in touch with some suitors now, it's better than ......"

At this point he could not go on, for he noticed that Charles was looking at him with a terrifying gaze, as if he was about to lash out at him.

"Okay. Do as you say. Albert shrugged again. Charles, do you know, you just looked like a father who didn't want his daughter to be cheated away, like that! ”

To Albert, Charles's reaction was somewhat incomprehensible, and he didn't seem to be at all keen on finding a husband for his sister, and didn't even allow his suitors to come near her.

Charles did not reply.

"Hey...... I still remember the first time I saw her," Albert sighed suddenly, and then poured himself another glass of wine, "she was lovely, innocent, protective, and wanted to touch her head, and now—even more beautiful!" ”

Charles looked at him strangely, for he suddenly remembered the fact that Albert was a famous prodigal.

"Don't look at me like that!" Albert stepped back a little uncomfortably, "Well, I'll admit, I had a little idea when I was a teenager, but I like that lady more and can't forget it. And I also think I might ...... I don't deserve her, because I don't have any property, I'm just a second son. Besides, it's too easy for someone like me to see things out of the blue, so how can I explain to you if I do this kind of thing again? So for her sake, in order to keep our friendship from breaking, I restrained my thoughts and chose to silently bless her, hoping that she could find a good home...... Hehe, who would have thought that we have everything today......"

"You've never told me about it." Charles was taken aback and almost froze.

"What's the point of saying that? Makes you angry? Well, don't worry, I don't have that idea anymore today. I just hope she can live better. Albert smiled wryly and said, "Besides, if she knew who I was, she wouldn't have taken a fancy to me." ”

"I thank you for her." After listening to Albert's explanation, Charles breathed a sigh of relief.

Seeing Charles' relieved look, Albert couldn't help but smile in his heart.

Although it is not surprising that Charles objected to Jérôme Bonaparte as his sister's marriage partner, Charles's reaction was greater than he had anticipated, as he had just said, as if he did not want his daughter to leave his father.

Even...... Much more drastic than that. At least the average brother would never react like this.

Albert drank quietly as he looked at his friend out of the corner of his eye. He was looking over there all the time, angry and nervous, suffering from gains and losses, not at all like his usual self.

Don't......

This situation flashed a slightly terrifying thought in his mind, a terrible conjecture.

No way?

But judging by all indications, it seems to be true.

Oh, my God...... If it's true, it's scary.

Albert's intellect wanted to disprove this conjecture, but the thoughts in his heart could not be extinguished.

Because, only if you explain it with that kind of speculation, it all makes sense.

This...... It's true.

Drops of sweat appeared on Albert's forehead.

He had always felt that, in his bones, this friend who had always been calm and cunning was even crazier than him. If this speculation is true, then his thinking seems to be correct.

There's a real chance he'd do something weird.

In his contemplation, his gaze unexpectedly fell on the younger sister.

At this time, because the temperature in the hall was much higher than outside, she had already taken off her thick coat, revealing the gray skirt inside, her figure was set off with a bumpy and convex, her golden hair shining in the light, and with her delicate facial features and blue eyes, she was simply amazingly beautiful.

However, Albert saw more than that, he looked at Fran today, as if he had seen a phantom from before.

At that time, he first came to the Charles's house, when he was only a teenager, a young man who knew not fear but the age of chasing joy.

That very day, in the setting sun, the ten-year-old boy in the white dress walked up to him and said to him timidly.

"Hello!"

Then she ducked behind Charles.

It was in this short moment that she left an indelible impression on Albert.

The delicate face and shy appearance, coupled with the lovely voice, it was like an angel descending into the world, although he didn't know much about beauty at that time, but the boy's intuitive feeling was much more impressive.

He was devastated in an indescribable way, and even now, ten years later, he will never forget it.

How cute she was at that time!

However, how much can we see what it was like back then?

Ten years later, the angel is gone, and now she is a very beautiful woman, who knows how to be elegant in the social arena, but that's all, and no longer has that innocence and that thrilling sensation - or rather, she has learned to hide it and give it to someone.

It's a pity, but people will grow up after all, after all, they are not real angels.

If the conjecture comes true......

That can only come true. Albert thought to himself.

And what could stop the siblings? (To be continued.) )