As the sky gradually brightened, the morning light of the morning sun penetrated into the room through the window, slowly awakening the young man lying on the bed.

The moment he opened his eyes, Charles was stabbed by the sun and subconsciously blocked his eyes with his hands, and his mind was filled with nothingness. It was not until a moment later that he slowly remembered where he was.

Gradually, he gradually recalled everything that happened last night, but as if it was just a spring dream, a sense of absurdity suddenly arose in his heart, "This is not true!"

However, things went against his wishes, and soon he realized that his wish was too naive, because the constant touches coming from beside him told him that all this was true - Charlotte had woken up, and then gently hugged Charle.

"Good morning, Shir." She looked at Shir with a hint, "You seem to be in good spirits?"

Charles didn't know how to answer, so he had to continue looking at the rising sun outside the window without saying a word.

His attitude made Charlotte a little dissatisfied, and she pressed her face closer.

"What do you mean? Why? Not happy?"

Of course he dared not say such words.

"No, no, why?" Charles replied repeatedly, "I was just thinking, aren't we here to do serious business? Why did it suddenly..."

"But, that's not what you said last night..." Charlotte glanced at Charles, "It seems that he's been tossing for a long time? In the middle of the night, I clearly said to go to bed, but you..."

This sentence made Charles speechless in an instant. His throat was a little dry, and he felt very embarrassed.

When did Charlotte become so powerful? Can such words be said?

However, after he swept over from the corner of his eyes, he found that Charlotte's face was also a little flushed - obviously she was also very shy.

She was really willing to give in to the next game in order to fight and win the next game... Charles couldn't help but smile bitterly in his heart.

Out of a teenager malicious intention, Charles decided to attack Charlotte.

"I also thought of a question, dear Miss Treville."

"What's up?"

"Since yesterday noon, we didn't seem to have eaten." Charles said intentionally and seriously, "only one bottle of wine."

"That's right!" Charlotte frowned, "You said that. I'm a little hungry, let's go for a meal, right?"

"No, it's not the problem." Charles shook his head gently, then looked at Charlotte with a slightly joking look.

"I mean, there must be someone coming to ask us for dinner last night, right? Then..." He stopped talking.

Needless to say, Charlotte could guess—I am afraid that the scandal between the two young people had spread throughout the villa at this time...

As he expected, after thinking about this, Charlotte's face suddenly turned red and turned into a bright light at that moment, and it complemented the morning glow in the sky.

But soon, the red clouds completely dispersed.

Charlotte's eyes were filled with anger and looked at Charle with hatred. His sharp eyes made him unable to laugh anymore.

Oops. Too much fun!

Before Charles could apologize, Charlotte suddenly stretched out his hand again. Then he twisted it hard on his ear.

"You...you are so disgusting, disgusting!"

Shire did not resist, but just endured the pain and protested in a low voice, "What does this have to do with me?"

Charlotte ignored his defense and pushed him hard again, causing him to almost fall out of bed.

"Go and get me clothes!" Charlotte ordered loudly, and then she added again unwillingly, "Go to die, you bastard!"

I am also a victim, okay? Charles swallowed this sentence into his heart and never dared to say another word.

He carefully picked up his clothes from under the bed, then slowly put them on and walked out.

Soon, he walked along the stairs to the hall on the first floor, and then met the manor's housekeeper there.

After seeing Charles, the middle-aged man immediately gave a tribute, but although his expression was very serious and respectful, he could always feel the faint smile... It seemed as he expected, almost everyone knew it.

"Give me the key to the lady's bedroom, and... prepare some food. I'll take it to my room later." Charle resisted the embarrassment in his heart and gave an order in a calm tone that he pretended to be.

"Yes." The other party bowed and responded.

Then, Charles walked into Charlotte's bedroom with the key, flipped through the pile of luggage she brought with her and picked up a dress, then returned to the first floor, preparing to take away the prepared meal from there.

"Sir..." Suddenly, the butler bowed down again, and asked Charles in a calm tone that he didn't know whether it was true or false, "Do I need to prepare some wine for you? It's the kind that the lady picked in the wine cellar last night...?"

After hearing this question, Charle's hand suddenly shook like an electric shock, almost causing the food box to fall to the ground.

"No, no! Thank you..." He smiled reluctantly and declined the butler's proposal.

Then he immediately took these things and ran back to his room in shame.

Charlotte was still lying on the bed at this time. After seeing Charles come in, she still looked at Charles angrily and took the clothes he handed over.

Charles turned around considerately, then placed the meals on the desk. Listening to the serene sounds coming from behind, he couldn't help but feel a little excited. He quickly sat down and carefully calmed down his mood.

After a while, Charlotte finally put on his clothes again, then sat next to Charles, opened the food box he brought with him. Both of them were already hungry, so they started eating directly.

"It's getting late, we'll pass later..." As we ate, Charlotte suddenly said.

"Where are you going?" Charles asked back a moment and was confused. Then he immediately reacted, "Are you saying you want to go there to clear the shop?"

"Yes," Charlotte nodded. "Yesterday I had given an ultimatum to the people over there, limiting them to reply to us today, whether to move out or not. If we still refuse to move out, then we have to go and clear the site..."

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The clock turned back to yesterday afternoon.

After returning from riding with Charles and having lunch, Charlotte took the butler and a large group of people on horseback to the farmhouse in the valley. Then someone notified several owners of the house to come out quickly and accept the summons of the owner of the manor.

Several uneasy farmers came over and found that the so-called "manor owner" turned out to be a noble lady who looked timid. In a moment of shock, they realized that the lady was really the eldest lady of the Duke of Treville.

In the initial shock, the farmers hurriedly took off their hats and saluted the Duke's Lady - for people like "Duke's Lady" who can only be seen in rural life on weekdays and can only be heard in legends and imaginations. Farmers will always involuntarily respect them.

Moreover, this duke lady is indeed as beautiful as all kinds of legends.

Charlotte made them salute impatiently, and then made a gesture to ask the butler to tell them what they wanted.

The housekeeper, who had long hated these farmers, understood the owner's intentions. He looked at the group of farmers and shouted loudly.

"Listen, you thieves! Our master doesn't want you to stay here anymore! Get packed up and get out of here!"

After hearing these words, panic and anger instantly climbed onto the farmers' faces.

After they looked at each other for a while, a middle-aged farmer who looked older and seemed to be very prestigious among the farmers finally spoke. He looked at the butler. "You mean, do the Treville family want to drive us away now?"

On his face, he had the usual flattering smiles of the lords that the leaders of the past era had at the lords, but his deepness contained a hint of rebelliousness and indomitableness that had been cultivated in recent decades.

"Yes." The housekeeper nodded arrogantly, "We have allowed you to stay here for long enough. You should thank the Duke for your kindness and then take care of your clothes and leave here soon!"

The middle-aged man's face turned pale in an instant. He looked at Charlotte, who was silent next to him, and seemed to have some begging in his eyes. "Miss, is this really the Duke of Treville's decision?

Charlotte still didn't speak and looked down on him at all.

After swallowing, the farmer spoke again, "Miss, will your family still lack this little land for us? Without us, you are still nobles, but if you take our land, it will kill us!" The begging on his face became even stronger, "I believe you must have any kindness that damages your beauty, and you will definitely not want us..."

"Do you have any dissatisfaction?"

Charlotte finally spoke, his voice still as gentle as before.

The smile on her face gave the farmers too many delusions of luck.

"You definitely won't want us to leave our hometown, Miss..." The middle-aged man immediately continued to beg, and the wrinkles on his face became deeper, "This will definitely damage the kindness of you and your family..."

"Good? We are never kind to thieves." Charlotte replied with a smile, "This is our land, I just want to take it back. Why do you advise me with the safety of your and your family? What does this have to do with me?"

The words she said with a smile made the farmers stunned.

In this birds singing and flowers, this noble lady who looked so beautiful and like a painting came out of the painting, could freeze them all.

"These lands belong to the people who work on it!" Seeing that the begging was useless, the farmer took back the pleading smile on his face and angrily refuted Charlotte's words. "We serve the land here, we take good care of our wheat, why should we be driven away by you!"

"What qualifications do you have to talk to a noble like this?" Anger slowly surged into Charlotte's heart.

"When Adam was farming and Eve weaving, who was the nobleman?" another farmer shouted.

After hearing this, Charlotte frowned slightly.

It was this evil saying that brought countless disasters to France, making the country beyond recognition, and almost disappeared from the order set by God. It made a few farmers dare to speak loudly in front of her like this!

Her smile had completely frozen. She glanced at the farmers, and the sharpness in her eyes made the group of people speechless.

"I don't want to waste your quarrels with you anymore," she said word by word. "We have expected that you thieves will never surrender! Tell you that I have brought people here and can burn all your nests at any time! Either you promise me now and get out of my farm immediately, so that I can be kind enough to let you take some of your belongings; or you are waiting for someone to drive you away, and you can get nothing but ashes! You choose your own choice!"

"It is now a republic, we are equal! We have votes now!" The middle-aged farmer replied loudly, "If you dare to come, come! We will make you look good!"

"Bonuses? Do you think you have a talisman with that thing? Tell you, no one can save you now!" After hearing this word, Charlotte sneered, then raised his whip and pointed at the farmers in front of him, "You mobs, you thieves, listen to me! The era when France allows you evildoers to act recklessly is over! If I still see you here tomorrow, you can wait and see!"

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In this way, after issuing the ultimatum, Charlotte returned to the villa in a comfortable mood, and then continued to imagine his future country life with love. (To be continued...)

ps: It seems that many people are very dissatisfied with the fact that this is not the first time Xiaer and Sister Xia. So, should I write a series of extras in the future, and write about the youthful past of their youth, the first time traveler's fake boy Charlotte and the noble real girl Charlotte...
Chapter completed!