Chapter 537 The "Mistresses" of the Crown Prince
Joseph, who was originally waiting to enjoy it, found that he had misjudged the explosive power of the delicate hands behind him and the massage skills of the owner of the hands.
Camelia couldn't hit the spot every time, and her fingers repeatedly landed on the joints of tendons, accompanied by "technical movements" such as rotating and pulling, plus the strength she had gained from cleaning and carrying soup pots every day. , after a few moves, the pain was so painful that Joseph burst into tears.
"Ah - stop, stop!" Joseph cried loudly, "I want to die! I want to die!"
All he wants to say now is "I'll do it, I'll do it all."
Sorel, who had just entered the house, was startled when she heard the screams. She quickly looked through the dim light and saw a woman pressing the crown prince on the "long table" with one hand against his neck and the other. He was holding a dark object in one hand and seemed to be about to smash it down.
When the crown prince shouted "I'm going to die", she was immediately shocked - this was an assassination attempt!
Fortunately, I bumped into him, and here is my chance to make up for His Highness!
She didn't have time to draw her sword, so she jumped to the massage bed, raised her foot, and kicked the "female assassin" away.
When Kesoud outside the house heard the crown prince's cry, his heart sank. He rushed into the house with his sword in hand. He saw Sorel, whose face was covered by a hood, kicking Miss Camelia away, and was holding a hand on her face. Draw your sword!
Damn it! Is she planning an assassination attempt? !
The guard captain didn't have time to think too much. He jumped forward and struck Sorel with his sword carrying the sound of wind.
The latter's sword had just been drawn out, and before he could stab the female assassin, he caught a glimpse of cold light from the corner of his eye and hurriedly raised his sword to block it.
There was a crisp sound of "dang". Kesoud's powerful and heavy sword knocked the lady's swift sword away, then he lowered his arm and the tip of the sword was already touching the chest of the "assassin".
Joseph heard Camelia's groan, rubbed his almost crushed shoulders, turned over and sat up, and immediately saw the guard captain and a man in black fighting swords beside him.
Seeing the Crown Prince stand up, Sorel and Kesoud turned around and shouted to him: "Your Highness, be careful of assassins!"
Camelia also struggled to hold herself up, looked at the crown prince, and said anxiously:
"Your Highness, leave quickly! There are assassins..."
The three of them shouted and looked at each other in surprise, wondering why the assassin would blow himself up.
Immediately afterwards, more than a dozen of the crown prince's personal guards poured in and raised their guns to surround the few people in the room, and then someone turned on the gas lamp.
Only then did Joseph see clearly the pretty face under the hood, and said unexpectedly:
"Sorel? Is that you? How did you get in?"
"I..." Sorel glanced at the maid on the side and said anxiously, "Your Highness, she just wanted to assassinate you! I came to save you!"
Joseph looked at Camelia again, who was clutching her shoulder and pale in pain:
"Ah? Are you okay? She was a bit harsh just now, but it wasn't to the point of assassination."
After more than ten minutes, the crown prince's personal guards all retreated, and Kesoud stared at Sorel with a straight face.
Miss "Stalker" lowered her head with shame on her face and pushed the 5,000 francs in front of Joseph: "Your Highness, I'm really just here to pay back the money... I'm worried that you won't accept it. This is..."
After she explained, she looked at Camelia, who was with tears in her eyes and was applying medicine on her shoulder with the help of the maid, and bowed apologetically:
"I'm really sorry, this distinguished lady! It's all my fault... I will compensate you for your medical expenses, and please forgive me..."
After Joseph confirmed to the imperial doctor that Camelia was only injured and not serious, he breathed a sigh of relief, then picked up the large pile of banknotes and handed it back to Sorel:
"You made a mistake. In fact, I only bet you 10 livres that time. Well, don't get me wrong. It wasn't that I didn't have confidence in you at the time. I just didn't like gambling..."
10 livres? ! Sorel was stunned for a moment, and his face turned red and white. He looked at the 5,000 francs in his hand and recalled that he was sure that the crown prince would bet heavily on him to win. He was so embarrassed that he wanted to dig out the Palace of Versailles with his toes.
Joseph breathed a sigh of relief, feeling even more exhausted from being tormented by the two beauties, so he said to Quesold: "It's too late. Please send this Miss Frazee back."
Frazee is Sorel's last name.
"Yes, Your Highness."
Sorel thought for a while, put the money on the table again, and whispered: "Your Highness, thank you for your tolerance. Let this money be regarded as compensation for disturbing your rest..."
Joseph was naturally unwilling to accept it.
The two declined, and Joseph said helplessly:
"Let's do this, I will invest the money in the King's Fund in your name. You can receive dividends every year."
It has almost become his instinct to improve the poor French finances, even if it is "mosquito legs".
Sorel nodded, then gave a flustered salute, and then ran towards the door as if running away...
Two days later.
At Lavoisier’s home, Lavoisier’s wife Marianne was wiping away tears and whispering to her best friend Perna:
"It's all because Antoine was blinded by the devil and did those disgraceful things... Alas, he blames himself very much now and keeps repenting every day."
After being sentenced to 15 years in prison by the High Court, Lavoisier was also frightened. He wanted to go to the Crown Prince to plead for mercy, but he was afraid that he would be reprimanded by His Highness. After all, His Highness presided over this tax reform, and he was doing it for him. He broke things off.
Fortunately, I listened to His Highness's advice and stopped the tax-paying business two years ago, otherwise I'm afraid the sentence would be even heavier this time.
So, he asked his wife to find Dr. Perna who was beside the crown prince, and asked her to intercede for him. Naturally, he didn't know that Joseph had actually decided to help him ask for a pardon from the king.
Perna comforted Mariana softly:
"You have to pay the fine as soon as possible. I will definitely ask His Highness to help you. Oh, you may also need a bail."
"Thank you so much! My dear Perna, only you can save Antoine now!" Madame Lavoisier pulled Perna and cried again.
The two best friends chatted until the afternoon. After receiving repeated assurances from Perna, Mariana finally breathed a sigh of relief, and then started to care about her best friend again:
"By the way, have you heard about His Royal Highness the Crown Prince's mistress?"
"Mistress?!" The female doctor's heart suddenly tightened.
"I heard that she is a wild girl named Sorel, and His Highness's maid." Mariana obviously knew her best friend's thoughts about the Crown Prince, and said earnestly, "There are rumors in the Palace of Versailles that the two of them fought over each other the night before. Your Highness, a jealous fight broke out. The maids were injured, and the guards were dispatched to stop them.
"My dear, maybe you should be more careful! Don't forget, you are the first to accompany the crown prince... Well, you should show off the momentum of the chief mistress and let them know the rules!"
"Cough cough cough..." Perna was so startled that she coughed repeatedly, her cheeks turning red instantly.
This was the first time she heard someone refer to herself as His Highness's mistress, or "chief"!
However, a strong sense of sweetness immediately surged in her heart.
She knew very well that it was absolutely impossible for her to marry His Highness the Crown Prince because of her background, so she had been trying her best to suppress the feelings in her heart. She just wanted to stay with His Highness as much as possible and was content to look at him silently.
But what Mariana said today gave her suddenly new hope.
Yes, even if you can't marry His Highness, if you become his mistress, wouldn't you be able to stay by his side for the rest of your life? O God! What are you thinking about? It’s so embarrassing!
(End of chapter)