Flowers, Swords and France

It was a bright spring morning. ∈♦Dingdian Novels,

As usual, Charles stayed in his study to deal with his documents, not noticing the spring breeze blowing in from the window and the birdsong and fragrance of flowers it brought.

Because of his high position and deep contacts with all walks of life, this young upstart of the empire had to fight with a large number of letters and bills every day, and often spent the whole morning to deal with them.

Just when he was fully engaged in this paper war, he suddenly heard the sound of the door opening behind him, followed by a light footsteps.

He was not surprised, as it was always like this.

There was only one person who could step into his study so easily without any etiquette.

"For coffee, put it on the chair next to me," he replied without looking back while signing the bill, "Thank you, Lolotte."

Yes, under normal circumstances, every morning when he was dealing with important matters, his wife would bring him a cup of coffee she brewed herself to help him refresh himself, and sometimes she would help him deal with it together.

This is his and Charlotte's new home. After marrying Charlotte, he spent a lot of money to find another mansion to live with Charlotte. Grandpa and Fran stayed in the old house, ready to leave it to Fran.

According to Charlotte's plan, this new house will definitely be expanded in the future, and eventually become a dazzling pearl in the country's architectural history, but Charles is not interested in it and just lets his wife take care of it.

However, despite Charles' instructions. The footsteps did not stop, and the visitor slowly walked behind Charles. Almost close to Charles.

Feeling the gentle touch from behind, Charles couldn't help laughing.

"I've said it several times. Lolotte, I can handle these things, so I don't need to bother you recently. Aren't you pregnant? Just take good care of yourself..."

However, there was still no answer.

A hand gently placed on his neck, and the cold touch made Charles feel a little strange.

He turned his head and met his wife's eyes.

Charlotte looked a little strange today. She didn't dress up as carefully as usual. However, this did not detract from her beauty.

Her long golden hair was smooth and full of luster. It was tied up behind her head. Her fair face was flushed with health, and the skin on her neck and chest was still crystal clear.

She was newly married not long ago, and the remaining youth had not completely faded, but she had added some charming charm of a young woman. The two were perfectly combined together. Even Charles, who was used to the world of romance, couldn't help but be dazzled at this moment.

"You are so beautiful today, Lolotte!" He said half complimenting and half from the heart.

However, his compliment still had no effect. Charlotte was still looking at him with that calm and strange look.

"What's wrong with you, Lolotte?" He asked strangely. "What's the matter?"

A trembling silence suddenly enveloped the entire study.

Charles felt something was wrong, and his neck was a little sore because he kept tilting his head back. So he wanted to stand up and turn around.

However, at this time. Charlotte suddenly spoke.

"Did you lie to me?"

Although the tone of this sudden question was not loud. But it was like thunder, making Xia feel that he had lost his strength and couldn't stand up for a while.

"... Luo Luo..." He wanted to explain, but he didn't think of how to say it for a while.

"Before we got married, you said that you would change your past, love me forever in the future, and never mess around with other women again, right?" Although it looked like an interrogation, Charlotte's tone was terribly calm, "But you broke your promise, you still went to them privately, and more than once."

Although he didn't know how Charlotte knew so much, but Charles knew that if he didn't say something now, the consequences would be unimaginable.

"Luoluo, listen to my explanation..." Charles felt a little dry in the mouth, "I just went to see how they were doing..."

"Now that things have come to this..." Charlotte's tone suddenly became fierce, almost like a roar.

"Are you going to use sweet words to deceive me?!"

A terrible white light accompanied this roar.

"Ah!"

Blood flashed.

Charles felt a chill on his back, and a sharp pain burned his nerves, making him scream in pain.

A knife pierced through the gap between the backrests of the chair and stabbed into his abdomen.

It turned out that the knife had been placed behind her back...

Seeing Charles's painful expression, Charlotte's face suddenly became distorted because of heartache.

"Charles!" She shouted, almost like crying.

But soon, pain and anger made her regain control of herself.

After making up her mind, she would never stop.

Because she never liked to be disturbed, Charles always kept the servants away from the study when he was handling affairs in the morning, and Charlotte had sent the servants away even further before she came, so now no one could save him.

Because she knew this, Charlotte was more calm. She pulled out the knife and took away a lot of blood. The blood spurted out made the precious red Persian carpet dyed even brighter red.

Charles was also lying on the ground with the knife pulled away, and the severe pain made him unbearable. "Lolot...Lolot..."

He looked at Charlotte and called out.

This call that seemed to come from childhood made Charlotte stunned for a moment. Scenes seemed to suddenly appear in front of her eyes. At that time, they were rowing freely in the manor. When she beat Charles all over, he shouted to her helplessly like this...

Recalling the happy childhood days made her heart ache even more.

If this person had always been the same as then. That would be great.

"I know it's impossible to love you as much as I do. But... I never thought that you would not take me into your heart at all." Charlotte held the knife that was still bleeding in her hand. He looked at Charles with a sad expression, "Because I love you, I tolerated you once, twice, three times, but in the end you thought I was weak and could be bullied, and didn't take your promise to me seriously at all! You... you are really It’s so cruel, it hits my heart hard again and again!”

When I said this, I couldn't hold back the tears anymore. Eye-popping.

Along with the tears, there was another sharp stab from the knife.

"You promised me that you would never lie to me, and that you would always love me...but you didn't do anything." Charlotte looked at Charles sadly, and tears began to roll in her blue eyes. "Not only did you fail to do it, but you didn't even want to do it... From beginning to end. You just treated me like a fool. You never loved me, never! You just married me to make the two old men happy! I feel like I’ve fulfilled my obligation and don’t care about me anymore!”

"No. It's not like that..." Charles endured the severe pain in his abdomen and tried to defend himself in a hissed voice.

"Qiang!" Another new blow.

With the knife drawn out. A large amount of blood spurted out, leaving a thrilling mark on the balcony.

"Are you still lying to me now? I...I love you so much. Why...why do you just ignore me!" As if she was the one who was stabbed, Charlotte's voice became extremely painful, "Xia Hey, why can't we spend our lives loving each other, why?"

As she asked questions, the knife in her hand pierced Ciel's abdomen again and again.

Blood spattered everywhere, covering Charlotte's face, hands, and clothes with red spots.

As the knife penetrated again and again, Ciel could no longer distinguish what pain was. Charles looked at his wife's face, which was distorted by pain. He didn't feel any hatred in his heart, but just a burst of pain.

After I die, what should she and the child do?

Grandpa will definitely kill her, and her own grandfather will not spare her. Even if she could keep the child, she was dead.

No, it can't be like this.

"Lolot..." Before the blood ran out, he mustered up the last bit of strength and hissed to Charlotte, "Run..."

Then, with reluctance and guilt, he closed his eyes.

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The killing was finally over.

Charlotte squatted next to Charles, looking at her husband, and next to the two of them, there was blood everywhere.

His face had become unusually pale due to excessive blood loss.

Charlotte held Ciel's head in her arms, and then her whole thoughts fell into silence, as if her soul had gone with him.

At least at this moment, the person she has loved all her life finally belongs to her alone, and she will try to make this period of time longer.

I don't know how long it took before Charlotte finally regained consciousness, but by this time her husband in her arms had cooled down.

She sighed with great sadness. Then he stood up again unsteadily.

Escape? No, she had no intention of running away from the beginning.

She wants to face the inevitable death with her husband.

But there's more to her than dying.

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When the housekeeper was summoned by his wife, he quickly fell into a state of great panic.

He raised his hand tremblingly and pointed at the owner in the pool of blood.

"Madam... Madam, what's going on? Who...who did it?"

"I did it." Charlotte gave the most terrifying answer in a calm tone. "I killed my husband with my own hands just now."

"Ah!" The housekeeper instantly collapsed to the ground and looked at Charlotte as if he was seeing a monster. "Mrs...ma'am...?"

Maybe, it is indeed a monster... Charlotte laughed out of heartache.

"Don't tell others yet. Call Charles's grandfather over. He will deal with me. You don't have to be afraid."

The butler stayed for a moment to make sure that Charlotte was not joking, then he ran out again crawling on his feet.

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After hearing the bad news from the butler, the Marquis of Treville urged his servants and drove the carriage to Charles' home at a crazy speed.

After getting off the car. With a speed that is absolutely rare to see in an old man, he rushed in regardless. Then he went upstairs along the stairs, and rushed into Ciel's study.

Once the door is opened. He saw this thrilling scene.

His grandson was lying in a large pool of blood, his eyes already lifeless. The grandson's wife stood aside blankly, looking at him with the same deathly hollow eyes.

"Ah!" He let out a scream as if he had been shot, then rushed forward quickly, grabbed Charlotte, threw her to the side and fell to the ground, and then he squatted down. He hugged his grandson with great heartache.

"Char! Charles! Charles!" He called out one after another, as if he wanted to drag his grandson's departed soul back from the hands of death in this way. Perhaps he was slowly accepting the fact that his grandson was dead. The message, perhaps, was that the blow was too severe. His screams became more miserable each time, and finally turned into an incomprehensible wail.

I don’t know how long it took, but the old Marquis finally stopped his miserable calling. Looking at Ciel who had turned cold in his arms, this once resolute and brave general was trembling all over. Tears had covered his face, and he trembled and wanted to speak, but no words came out.

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With the death of his beloved grandson, his greatest hope in life was completely shattered. The love he has given and the expectations entrusted to him over the past twenty years. All is lost now. He even felt that his entire life had been wasted. It makes no sense.

He only felt dizzy in his head, and the ground under his feet was already shaking. There seemed to be some terrible monster underground, roaring and trying to pull him into the abyss.

Why?

Why do I have to encounter so many bad things in my life? The father was killed. His son chose to abandon him and run away, but now, the only person who sent him to his death must die in front of him?

He could no longer see anything clearly. In the thick dark fog, he couldn't help but want to roar and ask God why he had to give him such a fate alone.

However, soon, this engulfing feeling of emptiness was filled with blazing hatred. He slowly raised his head and looked at the person who was once his grandniece and granddaughter-in-law.

For this person who he loved deeply not long ago, he only had endless killing intent at this moment. He had never hated a person so strongly in his life, even the man who chopped off his father's head, Robert Spier did not make him so furious.

He didn't want to ask why the other person did such a thing. No matter what the reason was, the person who killed his grandson could only die.

However, he couldn't kill her yet.

"You will not go to court, you will never go to court!" He looked at Charlotte, his usually kind eyes had been completely replaced by the old man's most vicious gaze, "I will go and make it clear to Phillip. No matter what he says, whether he agrees or pleads, I will strangle you to death with my own hands! As soon as the child is born, I will kill you! You'd better...be better...be honest with me...and keep the child. Come!"

As soon as he said this, tears could not help but burst out of his eyes again, and he stroked Ciel's head in his arms again. "Ciel, my grandson, my grandson!"

After his son ran away irresponsibly, he worked hard to raise his grandson. He spent countless efforts and emotions, but he got such a result.

Can this happen again to the great-grandchildren we may have in the future?

No, he is old enough and tired...his whole life is over. No one can inherit his wishes, his ideals, and his desire to carry forward the family. At most, he can only leave a bloodline.

The huge pain made him only let out this terrible whimper from the bottom of his heart.

This extremely sad cry made almost everyone feel sad, even Charlotte.

But she didn't cry because she had run out of tears.

"I know, Grandpa," she replied softly with a terrifying calmness, "I'm going to die after giving birth to my child."

After saying that, she turned around and planned to leave the room.

The old servant hesitated for a moment, not knowing whether to stop her or let her go, but in the end he decided to follow so as not to let her escape. But Charlotte didn't run away. Instead, she walked back to her and her husband's bedroom step by step at an incredibly smooth pace. The old servant did not follow. But he stood at the door, determined not to give Charlotte any chance of escaping the punishment that was sure to come.

For the man who brutally killed the young master. Even if it is his wife, he will never forgive her.

After Charlotte returned to the bedroom, she closed the door again, then walked to the window sill and reached out to open the curtains.

The dazzling sunlight shined through the window, illuminating the entire bedroom that Charlotte had put so much effort into decorating. Charlotte scanned the entire bedroom, from the gold-inlaid dressing table to the walnut desk, and then arrive. Everything is so familiar, with a warm atmosphere of home.

However, the most important person in her life is no longer there.

As if attracted by an inexplicable force, Charlotte walked back to the bed, and then she lost all her strength and fell in the middle of the red velvet sheets. When the familiar smell rushed into her nose, her heart suddenly seemed to be tugged hard by someone, and she wailed.

She buried her head deeply in the quilt. To prevent her crying from being heard by others.

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The old servant guarding the door was filled with abnormal anxiety at this time. He didn't know how all this happened, and he didn't know how to deal with it.

He only knew. The young master he watched grow up and was full of satisfaction with his achievements has now died tragically, and the murderer who killed him is actually...

God! God!

Just as he was still immersed in this abnormal thought. Suddenly, there was an abnormal noise in the corridor.

He looked up and found out who the visitor was.

"Miss... why are you here?"

The lady didn't answer. She just walked over here step by step, with her hands behind her back.

Judging from the expression on the lady's face. The old servant saw that she had already known the most terrible bad news. Maybe she knew the bad news through the informant and then rushed over.

Oh my God! A girl knew that her brother was killed!

"Miss..." He sighed, and then choked up and couldn't speak.

"Grandpa wants to see you for something." Fran's tone was very calm. "He's waiting for you in the study."

Looking for me? The old servant felt a little strange.

"Charlotte is in there, right?" Fran looked at the bedroom door, and her eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of gray mist. "You go and help grandpa deal with things first, I'll watch here..."

"But...?" The old servant was still a little hesitant.

"Don't worry, I will guard this place. I will never let this murderer run away." Fran answered word by word.

"Okay, then you stay here and take a look, I'll be back soon." Perhaps he felt the determination of the young lady, or perhaps he wanted to help the old master who had suffered a lot, so the old servant decided to go over and take a look first.

At this moment, he had not thought of the true meaning of Fran's words.

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Charlotte still buried her head in the quilt and cried. She didn't know how long it had been, but she knew that a large piece of the quilt had been wet by her tears.

At this moment, the sound of the door opening was heard.

Then, Charlotte raised her head and looked at Fran who slowly walked in.

"It turned out to be you." Her tone was weak and powerless, and she no longer had the arrogance of the past, "Well, sooner or later you will know it, it doesn't matter if you know it earlier."

Fran didn't speak, but just walked towards the bed step by step.

"I killed your brother, hate me?" Charlotte smiled bitterly, and then another tear rolled down from her eyes, "I killed him..."

Fran had already walked to the head of the bed at this time.

Then, her hands, which had been placed behind her back, were also revealed again.

The blade was dyed dark red by the coagulated blood, and it was emitting a chilling light at this moment.

"Then please, accept your fate."

Just a few seconds after arriving at the scene where her brother was killed, she picked up the knife and came to Charlotte.

She would never allow the murderer to live one more day than her brother.

Surprisingly, Charlotte was not afraid, she just looked at Fran quietly.

"I will die, but not now. I have to give birth to the child before I die. Your grandfather will do it, you don't have to do it."

However, after hearing this, Fran rushed over with a knife.

"You... don't have any children! How can you be worthy! You must be a liar, and you want to kill my brother because you can't lie anymore!"

Charlotte wanted to resist, but now she was weak all over and couldn't avoid this fatal blow.

"Clang!"

The murder weapon that killed Charles before continued its terrible work.

"Go to hell! Go to hell!" Fran roared while stabbing her cousin with a knife.

Charlotte was still struggling at first, but this struggle became weaker and weaker, and finally she was completely calm.

Fran drew her knife and looked at the murderer coldly. Then, she stabbed again and slashed hard...

"Sure enough, there is nothing inside." (To be continued...)

ps: Happy April Fools' Day~~~

This is a parallel world chapter, which has no direct relationship with this world line. It is just used by the author to vent his dissatisfaction with Xia Lulu...

If you are scared, the author apologizes in advance. This is just a (malicious) joke~~

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