When leaving the palace, Charles felt both glad and unspeakable concerns. Although the situation was as smooth as he expected, His Majesty the Emperor agreed to his request to go to Turkey and Crimea's front lines without hesitation, but during the interview, he always felt that the atmosphere was wrong.

This feeling does not come from the other foreign ministers present. When His Majesty the Emperor helplessly admits that he cannot leave Paris now, and that only Charles is the best candidate to go to the front line to comfort the soldiers, the anger and jealousy caused by it.

Yes, maybe that's just jealousy? I... I'm afraid he's jealous of me. Shire, who was sitting in the carriage home, suddenly had such an idea flashed through his mind. In an instant, he understood the source of the feeling that made him feel uncomfortable, and then he became more and more uncomfortable.

However, it is normal to think about it carefully. A strong king like him must care about his prestige and glory the most, especially because he was the nephew of Emperor Napoleon, and he re-ascended the throne with his glory. Although he had to choose to stay in Paris to stay in the capital due to the actual situation, he must be extremely eager to imitate the extremely dazzling genius and enjoy the respectful cheers of the soldiers on the battlefield.

What's more, although the French Empire is fighting against the Russians at the moment, it is not so much a war between the Bonaparte family and the Russians, but rather a war between the Treville family, the most dazzling star on the stage, Marshal Treville is now the French commander of the Crimean front. Moreover, when Marshal Lagren is dead, he can be said to be the most prestigious soldier of the entire coalition, and he is responsible for the rear in his homeland, and to some extent, he is also deciding the outcome of the war.

Yes, this war is a battle between the three major European powers, and before we knew it, the Treville family was already deciding the outcome and progress of this war. To some extent, the Treville family was already deciding the direction of world history.

In this case, it is normal for His Majesty to be jealous of His Majesty.

After all, I was so dazzling that an emperor like him had to secretly become jealous.

Hahaha, he couldn't help laughing, for now he was in a carriage with sealed and steel plates installed in the house. Otherwise, passers-by would probably see the minister's indecent appearance.

He was not surprised or panicked. After all, as his power and influence grew, he knew in his heart that it would be a matter of time before he was disliked by His Majesty the Emperor and even jealous of him. He had even felt the other party's guard against him and secretly suppression several times before.

This is also impossible. At this point, he and His Majesty the Emperor are no longer political comrades at that time. They are now monarchs and ministers or political collaborators, and there is no longer much emotion to talk about between the two. In order to be able to implement their own ideas and not have to keep humble to the emperor all the time, he had to try his best to expand his power and influence, and even if he was jealous of him, he had to move on unswervingly.

He even vaguely felt in his heart that if this continues to develop, the two people might really show up in a less peaceful way and separate from each other.

He didn't think it was ungrateful. After all, the two of them were just collaborators, and he put in so much effort to return the Bonaparte family to the throne. Even if he owed them any kindness, he would have already paid it back.

With the increasingly sparse sound of horse hooves, the carriage that had been racing on the road finally stopped.

I have decided, and no one can stop me. So, sorry, Your Majesty, no matter what you think, I will try my best to expand my own power. If you have to stop me, if there is really a day, let's fight again.

With an inexplicable pleasure, Charles walked off the carriage with great enthusiasm, then looked up at his magnificent mansion, as if he was watching his foundation he had built up bit by bit.

"Charle, we're back." As soon as he returned to the mansion, his wife Charlotte welcomed her husband's return with joy. "Why did you come back so early today?"

Because he is responsible for the supply of war, Charles has been patrolling or supervising places recently, and he has been staying at home for a few times. So when he stayed at home these days, Charlotte was particularly considerate to him, probably because he was a small separation better than a newlywed.

"It's better to meet His Majesty than I thought, so I saved a lot of time." Charles smiled and hugged her and kissed her cheek gently, "So there is no other arrangement on the schedule today, so I'll just come back and want to spend a little longer with you."

"What are you pretending now?" Charlotte's face turned slightly red, pretending to complain, but he was obviously happy, "Okay, since you're back so early, let's spend some time with the children before having dinner..."

"That's great, I think so too." Charles kissed her cheek again.

Although they have been married for several years and have two children, in the eyes of servants, the husband and wife are like extremely loving couples, who are extremely close and even do not avoid suspicion when they are at home. In the eyes of the world, this couple is both rich and happy and happy, and is the most enviable family. Who can see the secrets hidden under the water from the glitz and gorgeous surface?

For Charlotte, all this was so satisfactory. She got everything she wanted. No one around her could be more dazzling than her. She also loved her husband as deeply as ever, and she had no idea what kind of disaster she was facing.

While chatting and laughing, the couple came to the game room on the second floor specially opened for the children. As soon as they walked in, a child with short golden hair suddenly rushed over and hugged Charlotte's thigh.

"Mother!"

This child is naturally his eldest son Clovis.

At present, this three-year-old child can walk around at will. He is also as lively as all his peers and causes trouble everywhere. However, due to his overly superior living environment and his parents' doting, he has received better care than his peers.

His skin is fair and smooth, and his health is rosy, his blue eyes are gem-like luster, and his innocent eyes are full of cuteness.

"Be quiet! You can't behave well when you jump around!" Charlotte shouted angrily, and then patted his son's head heavily, but of course it was just a sign of momentum. "Okay, say hello to dad."

"Dad!" The child pulled his head and turned to look at Charles obediently, shouting, obviously not as enthusiastic as he had when he saw his mother just now.

Although his son is obviously not as kind to him as to his mother, Charles is not very concerned about himself. After all, he is so cute that he can satisfy his vanity of being a parent.

Shire stretched out his hand like a prank, pressing his son's head, as if he was about to press him on and hand him over.

Although Clovis didn't understand his father's intention, he regarded this as a fun game and held his hand hard. Charles did not suppress him as soon as possible.

"Boy, you have some strength!" Seeing his son blushing with energy, Charles couldn't help but exclaim, and then simply increased his strength.

The weak child had no way to resist such force, so he screamed in slightest and then squatted to the ground.

"What are you doing!" Charlotte exclaimed, raising his hand to stop Charles.

"Don't be so nervous, I'm just having fun with the kids." Charles laughed, then squatted directly to the ground and looked at Clovis, "Does it hurt, little guy?"

"It doesn't hurt!" Clovis shook his head and looked at him as if he was challenging.

"Well, there's a promising future." Charles praised, then reached out and grabbed his son's feet.

Then, under Charlotte's shocked sight, he lifted his son upside down.

Although Clovis had been struggling, of course he could not fight his father's strength, so soon he was lifted upside down in the air. Charles deliberately allowed him to maintain a special height, just enough for him to hold his hands on the carpet.

In this way, the little child stood upside down in front of his parents, holding his hands on the ground, revealing a strange posture.

Before Shire could play enough, he walked back step by step, forcing his son to "walk" with his hands.

Charlotte was very angry at Charles' actions at first, but after seeing the father and son like this, he made sure that his son was fine, he couldn't help laughing. "Hey, be careful, if he gets hurt, I will kill you!"

"You women are timid. You can't take care of children like you." Charles smiled and said, "I want to help this kid stretch his muscles and bones. Look, isn't he very happy?"

As he said, Clovis was very panicked at first, but later he felt very novel. He laughed happily while walking with his hands.

Although there are many people who take care of him, they are usually women. They are simply unwilling to let their children leave their sight. They are worried that something will happen to him. No one has ever dared to treat him in this way, which of course makes him feel very novel.

In this way, the father and son hugged each other and played games, the mother watched worriedly from the side, and kept scolding. The family was happy, which was almost the same as other happy families, which had no happiness for two years.

However, when the father and son walked into a corner deep in the room, among the pile of toys, Charles suddenly found a short figure, and he couldn't help but stop.

The child with black hair and purple eyes is about one year old and can walk around on his own, but now he is standing next to a toy castle made of blocks, as if he is studying the structure of it. His expression is very strange, which makes Charles stop.

It’s not that he is not beautiful, but in fact he is as crafted as Clovis, but that his entire aura is very different from others. When he heard the sound and looked at Charles, Charles even felt that he was being looked at by this one-year-old child.

The sight from the purple pupils makes it really difficult to adapt.

The originally happy family atmosphere became a mess in an instant.

This child is unusual.

This kind of thought came to Shire again.

After a moment of confusion, Charle calmed down slightly, let go of his hand, carefully let Clovis land on the ground, and waved to the child, "Come on, let dad hug him!"

Lerush still looked at him, as if he didn't understand his words.

"Lerush!" Charlotte walked over anxiously, then hugged his young son and carried him to Charles, "Hurry, call him dad!"

Lerush in his arms was getting closer and closer to him, but Charles was not very happy.

"Dad...Dad." He shouted in a low voice.

"Yeah." Charle responded calmly, then reached out and patted his face, which was not the same as when facing his eldest son.

"Lerush is more acquainted with his child. He rarely greets others. Besides, he is still young and can't say a few words." Charlotte whispered to her husband, "Besides, you are not running outside every day, but you end up being so unfamiliar with the children."

"Charlotte..." What did Charles want to say.

"He's very smart, really, unexpectedly smart." Charlotte interrupted him and continued, "If he grows up, he can definitely assist his elder brother and carry forward our family business. So, Charles... be kind to him..."

"Stop talking, Charlotte!" Charles was a little impatient, "I know."

He understood that Charlotte was afraid that he would not like his youngest son, so he tried to say good things about him.

Actually, why bother? No matter what, they are our children.

"Let's get along with you for a while today, little bastards." He smiled.

As he said that, he picked up the two children, then pulled them to a small bookshelf and globe, and then picked up an enlightenment book with various paintings and started to read it.

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It was not until dinner that the Charles and the children left the game room and came to the restaurant.

"Please pack me up, Charlotte." After sitting down, Charlotte finally told the matter with a sense of guilt.

"What? Go out again?" Charlotte frowned, obviously feeling a little unhappy that her husband was about to leave home so soon. "Where are you going?"

"Go to Crimea." Charles replied in a low voice.

"Hmm?" Charlotte was shocked and suspected that he had heard it wrong.

"Yes, that's the ghost place." Charles shrugged and told her the consequences.

"...Is it only you who can go? Can you let others go?" After hearing what Charles said, Charlotte finally understood, but of course she was still a little confused.

This is of course. At present, because of the bloody battles exaggerated by newspapers, the Crimean Peninsula has become a place that makes people feel scared. When she hears that her husband is going there, even if she is not going to fight a war, Charlotte will naturally feel very worried. Moreover, Crimea is thousands of miles away from France, so it will probably take at least a few months to go there.

"I'm the best person to go there." Charles smiled bitterly and replied, "Besides, I do need to go there."

"Well, if that's the case, then you go." Charlotte said in a slump, "I'll take good care of the house, you don't have to worry."

Charles looked at his wife in surprise, but he didn't expect that she was so easy to talk to.

"In such a situation, how could I stop you from doing big things?" Charlotte also smiled bitterly, "This is your career. If you think it's appropriate, just do it like this. I just hope that you can worry more about us, don't run around, don't cause trouble... Otherwise I will go crazy."

After pausing for a moment, she added, "Remember to ask my grandfather for hello. I really... I really miss him."

Because of Le Rush's relationship, Marshal Treville was very angry with Charlotte, and the relationship between the two almost reached a freezing point. Of course, Charlotte wanted to recover, but he didn't know how to start and couldn't restore his relationship with the Marshal who was thousands of miles away.

"Well, I will." Charles nodded solemnly.

The originally happy atmosphere in the restaurant suddenly became heavier.

"Speak a little happier." Perhaps in order to make the atmosphere better again, Charlotte smiled and raised his head, turning the topic away, "Recently, I found a good marriage partner for Philip..."
Chapter completed!