Chapter 417 Flowers of Vienna
Joseph walked through the very neat courtyard and saw the door of the villa being pushed open from the inside, and a girl in a white dress ran out. Because she was in a hurry, Her long golden slightly curly hair swayed slightly behind her like waves.
The girl kept her head lowered nervously, so much so that she almost bumped into Kesode's body.
"Please forgive me, I really didn't mean it."
She hurriedly knelt down and apologized to the captain of the guard. After receiving the latter's forgiveness, she carefully glanced at the crowd. Suddenly remembering something, she hurriedly straightened her back and used very even steps to reach the man wearing jewels. In front of the handsome young man in a blue coat, he curtsied with extremely standard court etiquette:
"It's a great honor for you to be here, Your Highness the Crown Prince." Her French was not very proficient, and she spoke with a With some German accent, after a pause, he seemed to react, "Ah, I am Camelia Ermini Delvaux. It is an honor for you to come..."
Only then did Joseph see the girl's face. She was about sixteen or seventeen years old, with soft curves on her face, and skin as delicate and white as a baby's. Her big violet eyes were full of nervousness and anxiety, and her face was slightly closed, as if she wanted to say something more. Lips, making people feel like they want to protect her.
Joseph also saw many beauties of various types in the Palace of Versailles on weekdays, but at this time he was still surprised by Camelia's appearance and couldn't help but be slightly startled.
"Ahem," he hurriedly coughed to cover up his embarrassment, nodded to the girl in return, and then asked, "I'm here to visit Mrs. Delvaux. Is she feeling better?"
Camelia's expression suddenly darkened when she heard this, and she whispered: "Grandma... her situation is not very good. Oh, please come in quickly."
In the sunny bedroom on the second floor of the villa, an old woman with silver hair was lying on the bed, her eyes closed tightly, and her breathing so light that it was almost imperceptible.
When Joseph entered the room, a maid from the Delvaux family hurriedly came to the bed and whispered a few words in the old lady's ear.
The wrinkled eyelids slowly opened. The old man turned his head hard and made a vague sound in his throat:
"Is it...the Crown Prince...His Highness?"
"Yes, ma'am."
The old lady immediately opened her eyes with force, held the maid with her skinny arms, struggled to sit up, and tears were about to pour out of her eyes:
"Your Majesty the Queen...she...still thinks about...me. ah……"
Joseph hurriedly stepped forward to support her: "Lie down quickly. My mother really wanted to visit you, but she couldn't leave Paris, so she asked me to convey her most sincere blessings to you on her behalf."
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu" Mrs. Delvaux burst into tears suddenly, "I, I also... miss... Her Majesty the Queen... very much..."
After crying for a while, she looked at Joseph and struggled to salute: "You see... I... am... really... old... confused. Your noble... Crown Prince... Your Highness..."
"You don't have to be polite, just be careful with yourself." Joseph helped her lean on the pillow, but found that the old lady was so tired that she couldn't even open her eyes because of the torment just now.
He turned to look at Camelia:
"What did the doctor say?"
The girl whispered: "Dr. Richter just bled grandma this morning and said that if there is still no improvement, she may need to induce vomiting treatment in the afternoon."
Joseph's face suddenly became full of black lines. Even the elderly were like this, and the quack doctor even wanted to bleed her...
Forget it, in this era not even the commander-in-chief of Washington can escape the "blood loss debuff", let alone an ordinary aristocratic old lady in Vienna.
Mrs. Delvaux rested for a while, and then smiled and talked about some things about Queen Mary's childhood. Joseph couldn't bear to interrupt the old man's beautiful memories, so he sat by the bed and listened quietly. At noon, Dr. Richter came. After examining the old lady, he glanced nervously at the young man next to him who obviously had an extraordinary identity, and then whispered to Camelia:
"Sigh... Mrs. Delvaux's situation... there should be no need for vomiting treatment. What she needs is a priest. May God have mercy on her."
After the doctor left, Camelia could no longer hold back her tears, but Mrs. Delvaux comforted her with a smile: "Grandma... is fine. Oh, there is no need to... damn... induce vomiting. ...How wonderful. Go and ask...Father Koch..."
She seemed to suddenly remember something, and looked at the French Crown Prince to get up again.
Joseph had no choice but to help her lie back on the bed again:
"Do you have something to tell me?"
The old lady nodded weakly:
"Your Highness... there is a devil named... Walter.... He..."
Joseph finally figured out what happened through Mrs. Delvaux's intermittent narration. When Baron Walter was in Spain, he detained and raped many women, leading to the death of two of them. This angered his minister Gompers, and he had no choice but to flee to Tuscany 7 years ago to join his cousin Ludovica. Later he came to Austria with her.
Walter was still flirting with women everywhere in Vienna until he saw Camelia at a ball. He immediately fell in love with her beauty and threatened to marry her.
After hearing about this guy's bad conduct, Mrs. Delvaux flatly refused the marriage and was constantly harassed by him.
Camelia was so frightened that she almost didn't dare to go out. Fortunately, Mrs. Delvaux still had some reputation, so Walter didn’t dare to come and rob someone.
"When I... go to... God," Mrs. Delvaux continued with difficulty, "that... bastard... will no longer... have no scruples."
Joseph couldn't help but frowned. He had already inquired about the Delvaux family, who had few relatives in Vienna. After the death of the old lady, Camelia, a little girl's family, would probably not be able to escape Walter's clutches.
Mrs. Delvaux signaled her granddaughter to come over, held her hand, and then carefully pulled Joseph's cuff, put her granddaughter's little hand into his, and begged:
"The Crown Prince...Your Highness...please...for the sake of Her Majesty the Queen, you must take...Camelia out of Vienna and keep her away from...that devil!"
Joseph looked at the old lady's pale face, immediately held Camelia's slender and cold hand, nodded and said: "Please don't worry, I guarantee that no one will dare to hurt your granddaughter. She will be in Paris Live well."
"I am really... thank you so much, Your Highness. May God... bless you." Mrs. Delvaux said, crying again, but her expression seemed relieved.
Soon, the old man fell asleep tiredly.
After comforting Camelia, Joseph agreed to visit the old lady again tomorrow, and then left the manor.
(End of chapter)