I'm the Dauphin in France

Chapter 472 Camelia loses her first battle
After returning from Silesia, Camelia still stayed with the Crown Prince.

Her Majesty the Queen intended to let this attentive girl take care of her son, so she made her the temporary maid of the Crown Prince - this was definitely a huge improvement in her status and position, and made countless noble ladies drool with envy.

At this time, the maid was implementing the plan she had prepared for a long time.

She always kept in mind her teacher's advice to try her best to make the crown prince fall in love with her, and worked hard to put it into practice.

However, Dr. Perna always followed Her Highness closely, so she, who was already inexperienced, could not find any opportunity at all.

Now, Miss Perna is in Silesia, she must seize this rare opportunity!

Camelia stole a glance at Emmanuel who was sitting next to her, and saw that he was looking out the window, which immediately gave her more confidence.

She quietly pulled her stocking-clad feet out of her shoes, and using the hanging tablecloth to cover them, she slowly reached out to His Royal Highness the Crown Prince opposite her.

It was her first time to do such a thing, and her face was already red, but she was still trying to recall the "secret trick" that Madame Celes taught her - this was the lady who was most popular with men in the Palace of Versailles. After paying a large sum of tuition, she learned her "true teachings". According to Madame Celes's maid, she conquered at least 12 gentlemen with this trick.

"Pass your feet over his knees, the inside of his thighs, and then move them closer to the middle, rubbing gently, and then..."

Camelia silently recited the steps that made her so ashamed, and felt her toes touching the lace on the prince's trouser legs.

Her body trembled slightly, she bit her lips lightly, and began to lift her feet upwards, her heart pounding wildly, hoping that His Highness would like this.

Joseph finally made a decision to award Perna a silver Iris Medal in recognition of her creation of a field hospital.

He raised his hand to grab a pen, preparing to write a commendation to the General Staff, but accidentally knocked over the teacup on the table.

The hot tea spilled from the exquisite oriental porcelain, instantly flowing all over the table and running down the edge of the table.

When Camelia's feet were less than 2 mm away from the Crown Prince's tights, she suddenly felt a hot current covering her stockings, and then her feet began to hurt.

Her tears almost burst out, but she could only grit her teeth and dare not show any abnormality. When she was about to retract her feet, she saw the prince bending down to clean up the water spilled on the floor, and she was immediately panicked - her feet were still hanging in the air!
"Your Highness, please let me come."

Ai Meng's voice appeared like a heavenly sound and saved her life.

Joseph sat up straight again, moved aside, and nodded: "Thank you very much."

While Emman stood up, Camelia pulled her foot back as quickly as possible and stuffed it into her shoe with great pain.

Joseph looked up and saw that Camelia's face was red and hot, with tears oozing from the corners of her eyes. He asked with concern: "Are you feeling unwell?"

"No, no," the maid tried her best to force a smile, "I, I'm fine, I'm fine..."

After returning to the Tuileries Palace, Camelia, who had lost the first battle, hurried back to her lounge while the prince was discussing something with Archbishop Brian, took off her shoes and socks, and saw that her pair of pink feet were already red as boiled shrimps. Fortunately, the tea had been left for a while, and the temperature had dropped a bit, so she didn't get burned.

Shame, anger, unwillingness and pain surged up together, and the little girl could no longer stop crying...

……

London.

In a villa in the southwest suburbs, Mr. Pascal Paulie, wearing a brand new blue-gray suit, smiled and kissed his wife goodbye, then got into the carriage holding his cane.

The breeze on his face made him hum a song. Paulie was in a very good mood because he had made great achievements in his career and love recently.

He first met Isabella, a gentle and beautiful British noble lady, at a salon last month. Her father was a baron, and her family was wealthy, and the young nobles who pursued her could line up from St. James's Palace to Buckingham Palace.

Who would have thought that this angelic beauty, who seemed indifferent to everyone, was attracted by his demeanor and conversation, and soon fell in love with him.

Although he has been married for many years, it is normal for a prestigious politician to have a lover.

While he was indulging in the beauty of love, just last week, a wealthy Scottish businessman who greatly admired the spirit of freedom heard about his story. He was immediately moved and expressed his willingness to provide certain support to the Corsican people's pursuit of independence and freedom.

According to what he had learned from someone who knew Mr. Chalmers, Chalmers owned two coal mines, a textile factory, and shares in the East India Company, and his net worth was at least over 20 pounds.

He believed that such a wealthy person would at least give him 1 pounds in funding, or even more.

Paulie's carriage stopped in front of a luxurious villa not far from the Thames. A short middle-aged man came up to him immediately, opened the door for him, and said with a smile:

"You are here at last. Mr. Chalmers arrived half an hour ago."

Paulie hurriedly followed him to the villa. Chalmers would probably finalize the funding at today's salon.

"Are Balster and Elliot here yet?"

The middle-aged man nodded and said, "They just arrived."

"That's good," Paulie sighed. "That's understandable. After all, Mr. Chalmers has never seen me before."

Although he said this, he was actually still somewhat dissatisfied in his heart.

Chalmers was actually worried that he, the leader of Corsica, was a fake, and asked three senior members of the Corsican Restoration Organization to participate in the funding.

He had no choice but to send three capable men to England by ship. Although this might delay their rejection of the tax bill proposed by the pro-French faction in the Corsican Parliament, if they could get a large sum of money, they would be able to buy more parliamentarians to support them in the future.

Before the salon started, Mrs. Henry, who was hosting the salon, enthusiastically instructed the servants to greet Paulie and others.

Then Paulie saw a wealthy Scottish businessman wearing gold-rimmed glasses and looking shrewd and capable.

"Ah! Nice to meet you." Chalmers greeted him and sat down, raised his glass and said, "I have heard a lot about your deeds these days. Dear Mr. Paulie, I must admit that I admire you and your father's feats very much.

"So I decided to donate £2 to support your noble cause."

Poly didn't expect the other party to talk about the funding so straightforwardly, and the amount was far beyond his expectations.

"That's great." He raised his glass, "On behalf of all the Corsican people, I would like to express my sincere gratitude to you!"

The glasses clinked lightly, but Chalmers seemed a little hesitant and said:

"But, Mr. Paulie, I have a small request."

(End of this chapter)