I was a god in the 18th century

Chapter 435: Palace Ball (Part )

Although I met a lot of people tonight, in Xia Qingdai's eyes, they were all ordinary-looking and I forgot about them as soon as I turned my head.

To be precise, I met so many people tonight, but Xia Qingdai could not remember any of them.

The difference between foreigners and Chinese is that beautiful people have their own merits, but ugly people are grotesque, and some are even so ugly that they can directly play the role of monsters. No matter how ugly the ugly Chinese are, they can't play the role of ghosts.

The people Xia Qingdai could remember were either beautiful or extremely ugly. As for the common people with high noses and deep eyes, she was really face-blind.

Their English names are long, but it doesn't matter, Xia Qingdai can remember them. But it is really difficult to match their faces with their names one by one, it's too difficult.

Seeing Xia Qingdai's confused expression, Owen knew that there were probably not many people Xia Qingdai could remember at tonight's dance.

Owen had long noticed that the goddess seemed to have a little face blindness and often couldn't tell who was who. She could only recognize people after getting to know each other well.

But he didn't care, those present were just insignificant people. If it wasn't related to the trip to the East, the goddess wouldn't even look at them, so what did it matter whether she remembered or not?

Owen took a sip of wine silently and looked at Xia Qingdai, whose face was flushed in the ladies' lounge, with a puzzled look on his face.

Xia Qingdai seemed to sense something and looked over. She caught Owen's deep gaze and her heart skipped a beat.

Owen immediately nodded slightly, and Xia Qingdai gave him a bright smile. Then she looked at the blush slowly appearing on his face, feeling a little weird.

Suddenly, there was a moment of blessing in my heart.

Little Owen, you don't like me, do you? But we don't belong to the same time and space.

Xia Qingdai lowered her eyes in confusion, took a sip of wine silently, and felt a little disheveled.

"Miss Xia? Miss Xia?" Just as I was distracted, a voice suddenly came into my ears.

Xia Qingdai looked up and saw a graceful young woman right in front of her. She looked familiar, but she couldn't tell who she was.

To be honest, this room is full of noble ladies dressed in the same way, from clothing styles to hats and hair accessories, and they all have high noses and deep eyes. How can she tell them apart?

So she decided to smile and wait for the other person to speak first, to see what she was going to say when she came up to talk to her? Maybe she could guess her identity from the other person's words.

It must be said that this trick is quite useful. Xia Qingdai, who is blind to foreign faces, has never made any big mistakes in social situations with this method.

The noble lady really began to fan herself and talk with a smile. Soon Xia Qingdai guessed her identity from her words - the Countess of Charlton.

The Earl and Countess Charlton were the first members of upper society to show kindness to Xia Qingdai when she brought Owen to London for the first time.

Although the two sides had had dinner together twice and attended Princess Charlotte's picnic together, to Xia Qingdai, these plump white ladies all looked the same and were too difficult to tell apart.

Fortunately, Xia Qingdai had a good memory and quick reaction, so she was able to guess the person's identity from just a few words, thus avoiding putting both parties in an awkward situation.

"Miss Xia, have you heard? Prince John Joseph has died." Countess Charlton told Xia Qingdai the news with a regretful expression.

"What? Are you talking about the 20-year-old Prince Joseph from Vienna? How could he die suddenly?" "It is said that he had a fever and died of it."

"It's incredible."

"Yes. It's such a pity. He is such a good prince." Countess Charlton's eyes turned red as she spoke.

"Oh, what a pity."

Xia Qingdai's mind also emerged the scene of meeting Prince Joseph for the first time at the dinner party at the Earl of Charlton's house. The scene at that time seemed to be still vivid in her mind, but the person was gone. The world is unpredictable, which is really sad.

That prince was one of the few Westerners whom Xia Qingdai could recognize even though she had only met him a few times. It was because of his good looks.

Regardless of whether you are a man or a woman, beautiful or ugly, it is always a pity to die at the age of 20.

She could still recall how the prince, who was as comfortable among girls as Jia Baoyu, moved freely in the upper-class social circles of London.

Moreover, the other party was the buyer of one of her artificial diamonds, making her one of the victims she cheated.

Such a young man full of vitality - and a young man from the upper class who enjoyed the most resources, was gone just like that.

Medical care in this era is basically based on luck.

In later generations, the rich at least had more opportunities for treatment than the poor. But in 18th century Europe and America, from the royal family to the poor, everyone received the same poor medical care.

In Europe, where there was no awareness of disinfection, what was the difference between the doctor who delivered the queen and the barefoot doctor who delivered the lower-class women? In terms of mortality rate, the former might even be higher. After all, the former had the ambition to be an anatomical teacher, while the latter did not have this condition.

Everyone is equal in the face of disease.

Xia Qingdai and Countess Charlton remained silent for a long time, as a moment of silence for the prince.

Then the music changed and the atmosphere became cheerful again.

Two gentlemen came over and invited them to dance. Countess Charlton gladly accepted, but Xia Qingdai declined with a playful joke.

"What did you talk about with Countess Charlton just now? I saw your face changed." Owen, who finally waited until Xia Qingdai was alone, approached her calmly and asked in a low voice.

He didn't really want to find out anything, he just wanted to make small talk and chat with Xia Qingdai, and at the same time declare his sovereignty to the gentlemen who were eyeing him covetously around him.

"Countess Charlton said Prince Joseph died." Xia Qingdai told Owen the unfortunate news she had just heard.

Owen was stunned for a moment, and a figure flashed through his mind. He said calmly, "That's a pity. Let us mourn for him."

It was difficult for Owen to empathize with people who were not related to him. He had to think for a while before he could remember who Prince Joseph was that Xia Qingdai mentioned. After all, he didn't have much contact with the other party when he was in London last year.

For Owen, who had sailed across the ocean and experienced the battlefield at a very young age, he had seen too many young lives disappear. Compared to those who died of illness, the young soldiers who were lined up in a row and shot at each other on the battlefield and were unlucky and killed by a single shot were more unjust.