Philip's eager attitude and the psychology of everything being in control made Charles suspicious.

Could it be that Philip had a close relationship with the lady in blue stockings? If this is the case, it would be a big trouble, because the lady was not just a literary lover, but a person with a special identity and mission.

"I've heard of a little about that lady. Are you very familiar with that lady?" Charles pretended to be careless, "You guys had any contact before? How did she come here?"

"I'm not very familiar with her, either..." Philip smiled awkwardly, "It's just that I'm very familiar with one of her friends. Her friend has had some old friendships with me, and she also came to Fontainebleau with the help of that friend, so she met her by the way when I was interacting with her friends two days ago."

As if he had thought of something, Philip suddenly seemed to have "suddenly realized" and quickly explained to Charles.

"Char, don't worry, she has no contact with me before. I'm definitely not introducing it to you when I'm tired of playing. Don't worry, that girl looks very fond of art, she will never be the kind of unrestrained..."

"Okay, I understand." Seeing that Philip's more and more words became more and more unbearable, Shire finally couldn't bear it anymore and quickly reached out to stop the other party. "Then you go find them and find a way to arrange for me as soon as possible."

"Char, please put it on me!" After getting Charles' approval, Philip was obviously happy and promised Charles again. "I have already agreed to them that as long as you nod, she is willing to wait for you at any time. If you don't mind, it's fine. Look, this lady admires you enough, right? She doesn't even talk about the most basic reserve. To be honest, I don't think you can't waste such opportunities..."

Philip encouraged Charles with great enthusiasm, and described the lady's appearance and manner vividly, without taking her sister's position at all.

It seemed that he really didn't know who the lady in Blue Stockings was, and she had no friendship with her and had been promised many benefits. Shire made a judgment calmly.

OK, since she is so active, I don’t put on airs anymore. After all, everyone has an old relationship. Charles thought.

"Okay, please help me talk. I will go for a walk outside the garden this evening, and we can choose a place to meet."

"You really have you. You are so decisive!" Philip made an admirable gesture, and immediately said goodbye and left Charles' room, "Wait for my good news, Charles!"

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As the sunset begins to bloom in the sky with golden and orange rays, Charles roams between the garden paths of the Fontainebleau Palace according to his customs these days, enjoying the beautiful scenery in the evening.

Because the Jockey Club has been held for several days, the enthusiasm of the visitors who came here has slowly faded. Therefore, the original noisy hustle and bustle began to return to the original tranquility and tranquility, especially in the depths of the garden, it is even more quiet and has become a simple corner in this glitz-like world.

Charles walked leisurely among the emerald green with basically consistent steps, which looked no different from usual. However, today his steps had a clear direction.

There are a large number of forests near the Fontainebleau Palace. These birch and beech have isolated the noise and hustle and bustle of the outside world, and have become natural barriers, isolating small open spaces. In the past royal era, kings of all dynasties have come here to enjoy themselves, and they and their courtiers are hunting in these lush forests, or having a tryst with their lovers.

Even today, centuries later, the situation is not much different. While Charles was walking in it, he met men and women who were walking together several times. Some even looked at each other with inappropriate eyes and then staggered them, as if no one saw anyone.

When Charles came to a clearing in the forest, the sky had become very dark. The sun had already set in the mountains. There was only a thin layer of gray light in the sky. He tried hard to resist the arrival of the night. The evening breeze echoed in the forest, making a slight sound, and the branches and leaves were slim, as if there were elves hiding the night.

The air was very fresh, but it was a little cold. Charles stopped, looked up at the beautiful scenery, then clasped the buttons of his coat, and at the same time he was secretly wondering when the other party would come.

He didn't wait too long, and the rustling footsteps quickly rang out of the forest ahead. The sound was getting closer and closer to him until finally, a vague figure appeared between the woods in front of him.

Then, the vague figure became clearer and clearer until Charles could see the other person clearly.

This is indeed Miss Caterina de Perriet whom he is very familiar with, although he knows that this is certainly not her real name.

She was wearing a dark gray wool velvet skirt with a flower-shaped silk knot around her neck. Perhaps because of the night road, she was holding a Chinese silk lantern in her hand. The outfit and regular footsteps made her full of elegance on the stage.

Due to the yellow and white light of the lantern, her chestnut hair looked particularly conspicuous, and the gem needles behind the bun were also shining, which made her skin look paler and her face contours look particularly delicate.

There was still a familiar smile on her face, as if she was always smiling, making people feel like spring breeze. People can only see a little bit of the sternness and determination that belongs to the real one in the depths of this smile.

"Long time no see, Charles." She walked to Charles without any nervousness with nearly constant pace, "Or should I respectfully call you Your Minister?"

Shire wanted to stay serious at first, but soon he felt that this pretentiousness was meaningless, so he shrugged.

"You should call me Charles, you can afford to call me that."

"I'm so grateful for your humility, Charles." When she walked to Charles, she stopped, then bent her knees slightly and saluted him, "Char, I thought you would deliberately let me go and meet me..."

"This does not mean much to me, and I don't need to demonstrate authority in this way." Although Charle's tone was humble, he could not hide his complacentness. "Besides, our old friendship made me unable to bear to treat you like this."

"Oh, old friendship! It's really rare that you still remember these!" The Blue Stockings Miss shook her head with a smile, "But judging from your situation over the years, I can't believe you still remember. After all, you will never communicate with us again."

"I am a minister of the empire, I am plagued by official duties and have a sensitive identity, so I naturally cannot get in touch with the outside world." Charles shook his head regretfully, "So I would like to understand me."

Of course, he could not say directly, "Because you are a person who serves the British government, I cannot interact with you too much to avoid arousing other people's doubts." However, he believed that with the other party's intelligence, she could understand this reason.

"Oh, what a grand answer!" Katerina's smile became deeper, unable to tell whether she admired or ridiculed her. "Of course, I can understand you. It is indeed a huge regret for me... because I can't see your handsome face and hear your funny words as I did in the past."

This was a bit frivolous, but Charles was not lost in his mind, but instead became alert.

"I believe that there are many young talents around you to save you from regrets," he replied cautiously.

"But young talents like you are irreplaceable. After all, not everyone can be a minister." Katerina still did not give up.

"So what do you need such a minister to do for you?" Charles decided to go straight to the point.

"It depends on what you are willing to do for me, because I don't have any way to force you." Katerina looked at Charles with a smile, "only admiration and appreciation for this gentleman, Naoki."

"When I was in a dilemma, you helped me, and I will always remember this help, so I am willing to repay your help at that time in any way." Charles said slowly, "Of course, I must make clear about some of the things I have to say, and it can only be limited by the authority of the minister. I cannot help you at the expense of harming France."

"Tsk tsk tsk, what a decent answer!" Miss Periet seemed to admire her, and then raised the lantern in her hand to look at Charles, "Look, our Charles have become such a suitable minister! It's worth it that I was so optimistic about him back then!"

"Don't do this..." Charles felt a little embarrassed when he was ridiculed by the other party. "I just think I want to put my position clearly."

"You are still treating me as an enemy to guard against it." Miss Periet narrowed her eyes slightly. "It is normal, but you forgot that I am not a fool. I will not let you do what you are destined to do. It will only make me look like a fool, right? Besides, Britain and France are as close as sisters now. We do not need to be so tense, but should enjoy the friendship of the past, right?"

"Well, sorry, let us enjoy the old friendship." Charles shrugged, "I can more or less guess what you are so anxious to see me. I can guarantee you that France's current diplomatic decision is the unshakable will of His Majesty the Emperor. The Russian ambassador cannot change anything, and we do not intend to let him know anything we will still stand firmly by the side of Britain."

When Charles said this, Miss Blue Stockings' expression became a little serious and serious, obviously this was indeed something she wanted to know.

"In other words, now that the count is just acting as a poor guest in the Palace of Fontainebleau, destined to be deceived and fooled?" she asked again after a while.

"Yes, that's the case." Charles nodded very simply.

Because they had originally planned to explain this matter to the British, Charles did not need to keep the other party confidential, but was willing to use it to show his sincerity and respect for the other party.

"That's good." Miss Periet obviously relaxed a lot after receiving such a clear reply, "Now London should be able to sleep."

"Do the London men don't believe us so much?" Charles couldn't help complaining. "We have promised Britain several times."

"Will Bernaba and his accomplices be so moral?" Miss Periet asked with a sneer, "Charle, do you care about morality?"

Shire wanted to refute it, but in the end he could only shake his head, "At least you should believe in our sincerity."

"Of course I believe it, but I believe that this is just a temporary measure under the current situation. Once the situation changes, you will change your course." Miss Perriett did not intend to hide her opinion, "So isn't it normal for the men in London to be worried?"

"At such a critical moment, neurological allergy is not good for everyone." Charles couldn't help but say, "Besides, aren't the British looking at France in the same way? This is a mutual choice, and you can't blame our morality."

"Well, we don't have to think about morality anymore. At least the current reality is comforting." Miss Periet immediately turned the subject and stopped arguing with Charles. "Since this question can be answered, can I ask you to take the time to solve another doubt for me?"

"May I ask?" Charles looked at the other party inquiringly.

"Many people say that your Emperor is old enough, and I'm afraid he can't have children. When I came to Fontainebleau today, I also found that the two Majesties seemed to have a bad relationship..." Miss Periet had a smile on her face, but she looked at Charles with a hawk-like gaze. "Then, Charles, if in the future, the poor Emperor Napoleon III has no direct heir. One day, if a crisis of succession occurs in the throne, who will you support ascend to the throne?"

"The Bonaparte family has its own inheritance sequence, which is not a question that I, a minister, can question." Of course, Charles did not intend to tell her the truth, "Besides, I firmly believe that our Emperor's Majesty still has the energy. He can bring imperial heirs to the empire and allow the empire to continue..."

"That is to say, if there is such a crisis of inheritance, you will stand by and watch?" Miss Periet looked at Charles calmly, obviously not surprised by his answer, "But I seem to hear that you have a bad relationship with several princes of the Bonaparte family?"

Charles did not answer her question, he knew it was a temptation.

"So, do you mind if you are in some situation, the Orleans' restoration in France?" Miss Periet asked suddenly. "Of course, I'm talking about a hypothetical question and does not represent any actual result."

Shir suddenly opened his eyes wide and stared at the other party. "Is this your personal problem? Or does it represent who?"

This is no joke. After the February Revolution in 1848, His Majesty the then King Louis Philip I went into exile to England, while Louis Bonaparte landed in France from England.

Now Louis Philip I is dead, and his family continues to harbor the British. The fate of the two families has changed, and what remains unchanged is that Britain always holds a card to influence the French politics. This card is meaningless in most moments, but at some moments it is enough to be fatal.

In this case, this problem is a bit creepy.

"You can think of it as my personal question." Miss Periet replied with a smile.

"The Britannians are so...unpleasant." He hissed after a long silence.

"The world is ever-changing, and Britain has to make multiple preparations forever. You have to understand the effort we need to spend to maintain an empire." Miss Periet said nothing of displeasure, "Okay, tell me what you think."

"I will never want to watch this happen in silence!" Charles solemnly declared with his rare stern attitude, "If anyone wants to make this happen, then I will use all the means I can use to prevent this happening, even if I lose everything I have to pay."

"Even if the Orleans family is willing to reconcile with you and confirm your status?" asked Miss Perriet calmly.

"Even if that's the case!" Charles answered firmly.

This is indeed his original intention, because before his revolution and coup, coupled with large-scale murder and exile, he had already formed a bloody feud with the Orleans faction's people, which was definitely not something that could be settled in just one sentence.

Even if the Orleans family is willing to "reconcile" after the restoration, his status cannot be preserved and he may be settled at any time. Therefore, he cannot be ambiguity on this issue no matter what, and he must resist the battle in the end.

Miss Periet kept staring at Charles, confirming that his will was somewhat sensible, and she nodded until the end. "Well, I understand what you mean."

Charles didn't say anything else, but it was conceivable that she would definitely report his firm attitude to London, but she didn't know what the other party would think of herself like this.

It was already late at night, and everyone was entering the bottomless darkness everywhere. This tranquility made people feel a little cold.

"Then I think about it, I can only wish you good luck and see the birth of His Majesty the Emperor's heir. Only in this way will it be the most beneficial to you." Miss Periet said after a long silence.

"This is not a question I need to think about, I only need to serve the country." Charles replied calmly, "and I believe that God will bless the Bonaparte family. Our Emperor, His Majesty, is a pious man, and he deserves favor."

"Oh, Bonaparte, the pious!" Miss Periet laughed, "Well, may God favor him!"

Then, she glanced at Charles again, "Char, I don't think you have to be so nervous. The situation is not particularly bad. We are just planning ahead. This does not mean it will definitely become a reality."

Then, she suddenly turned her head, raised the lantern and looked at the forest in the distance, and said in an inadvertent tone, "The surname of Bilnaba or Cape is not essentially different for Britain. This is the main reason why we can view Napoleon's nephew ascended the throne in France with a pragmatic attitude... Maybe it doesn't matter if the surname of Treville?"

Charles was stunned. This obvious agitation did not look like the British style, perhaps Miss Periet's private muttering?

"I am loyal to Your Majesty, to the Empire, and no matter what, I support the friendship between France and Britain for generations." In the end, he could only give a stable answer.

Then in order to take the initiative, he asked the other party again, "What about you? Who are you loyal to?"

"I am loyal to not a monarch, a prime minister or a government, but the eternal Britain." The slightly frivolous smile on Miss Caterina de Perriet's face suddenly disappeared, and she said with a nearly solemn expression, "The king and the queen come and go, and Britain stands forever, and it deserves everything I give to it."

"It's so admirable." Charles shrugged.
To be continued...