In early summer, the temperature is already very warm, and the plants everywhere are standing proudly for their most energetic time of the year. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The garden in the Chancellor's palace in Tréville is also the season of flowers, because Charles and Charlotte have taken care of it, this small garden has become quite large, and precious plants from all over the world are competing here, taking advantage of the good weather today, and it is a scene of flowers.

However, no one came to enjoy this sea of flowers at this time, only lonely and warm in the wind, quietly squandering their charm, and the people passing by just hurriedly ran by, no one stopped here to rest, enjoy the rare beauty, nervous as if facing a great enemy.

They were so nervous, of course, not because there was a great enemy here, but because another member of the Trevier family was about to come to this world - in the morning, Mrs. Charlotte, who had been recuperating for several months, suddenly felt unbearable pain in her abdomen, and she and the maid beside her, who had already gained experience, immediately called the doctor, and then the mansion fell into a tense air.

However, although it was nervous, people did not have the same anxiety as when their first child was born, and it was known that a woman who had given birth once would have a child much more smoothly, and even Charlotte herself felt that the unbearable pain at the beginning had been reduced a little.

Everyone was just busy with a sense of anticipation, and at the same time secretly guessing what the owner would give the child a name.

The person who was qualified to take the name was waiting nervously outside the door of Charlotte's bedroom at this time.

When Charlotte gave birth to his eldest son, he was not present in person because he was accompanying His Majesty the Emperor to be crowned, although Charlotte was not angry with him because of this, but he couldn't help but feel a little sorry in his heart, so this time, when Charlotte was about to bring him a second child, of course he had to wait by his wife's side.

He waited at the door, dressed in civilian clothes, pacing anxiously around the room and looking out of the window at the garden in the distance, but the beauty of the landscape could not calm his mind.

Although his wife had given birth, he was still a little worried about Charlotte's safety, so he kept warning the medical staff who came in and out to be careful.

At the same time, as a young father, to be honest, a child has already given him a bit of a headache, he has not been able to get along with his son because of his busy affairs, and if there is another one, he may not be able to share his energy even more, and he will not be able to be a good father.

However, since things have come to this point, he can only accept it as a reality.

The Marquis of Treville next to him did not have such complicated thoughts as Charles, he had been called by Charles in the morning, and since he came, he had been sitting calmly in his seat, as if he was not worried at all, and his heart was full of only anticipation and joy.

He has always been sad about the thinness of the family and is afraid that his children and grandchildren will be cut off because of some accident, so after Charles gets married, his greatest expectation is that his grandson and granddaughter-in-law can try their best to add to this poor family, so that he no longer has to face the fear of being thin. As an old man on the verge of death, what could be happier than seeing his children and grandchildren flourish?

At this time, the bedroom was already busy, Charlotte trembled slightly, endured intense pain, and let out a low moan out of tune.

She had a little experience, so she could judge the situation in general, and she was mentally prepared for the severe pain, but the pain still penetrated into her bone marrow, and reminded her of the terrible afternoon when she gave birth to her eldest son.

"Hmm...... Hmmm......" she groaned and cursed her husband in a low voice, and swore as she had done the first time that she would never suffer like this again—though she knew in her heart that she and her husband would continue to keep their blood alive in the future.

Just as she was swearing from her husband's fourteen-year-old to her twentie-year-old, she felt the pain in her abdomen come to a peak, she closed her eyes, bit her lip tightly, and endured the last wave of pain.

It was as if a century had passed, and the pain had simply numbed her nerves, made her feel like she had collapsed, and she had come to a world of nothingness.

It wasn't until a high-pitched cry dragged her back into the real world.

The numb nerves regained their senses, and time seemed to flow normally again.

"Little bastard, you can break your mother......" she squirmed her lips and cursed in an inaudible voice, but her heart was full of joy and relief.

"Congratulations, ma'am! It went very well! At this time, others also congratulated the mother.

Charlotte only felt like she was prostrating, her clothes were soaked with sweat, and she was extremely sleepy.

It's time to get some rest, get some sleep, she thought.

This time, she doesn't care if she's a man or a woman, as long as she's healthy and strong.

"Oh God!" In a daze, she heard a strange exclamation, and by this time she couldn't care so much, closed her eyes and fell asleep.

…………………………

When he heard the baby's cry, Charles stopped in his footsteps, and then looked expectantly at the door, even the weather-beaten old marquis, who had stopped at this time.

The door opened, and Charles noticed that the medals looked strange.

Then, he found a midwife holding a baby.

"What's wrong? Didn't it go well? Charles shuddered, fearing that something would happen to the child or Charlotte.

"The production went well, sir." The doctor's expression was very strange, as if he wanted to say something, "Madame has given birth to a healthy child, and Madame herself is in good condition, and she is resting now." ”

"Very well, thank you!" Charles breathed a sigh of relief, "I'll repay you!" ”

But at this time, he was stunned to find that these people did not seem happy, as if there was something unspeakable.

"What's wrong?" He asked again.

"Sir...... You...... Let's take a look. The midwife holding the baby carefully handed it over.

Charles, confused, took the child.

The newborn baby was still a crumpled mass and looked like some strange creature, which could be picked up with one hand, but Charles took it solemnly with both hands.

It was a son, and Charles saw the first clear evidence of it, but he didn't dwell on it.

What really surprised him was...... The baby has thinning hair on his head and is black.

At this time, the baby seemed to wake up, and then, Charles's expression froze, and he stared blankly at the baby in his hand, because his attention was all drawn, and his hand suddenly let go, almost causing the baby in his hand to fall.

The baby's pupils are purple.

Father and son looked at each other, as if time had stood still.

Unlike normal newborn children, this child did not cry, as if he had learned to be quiet and calm at birth.

Purple eyes, black hair? This...... What's going on?

A blazing flame rose in Charles's heart, and then he noticed that the baby in his hand had become hot.

"Be careful, don't fall on the child!" Seeing that his grandson's movements were a little strange, the old marquis was a little frightened, and hurriedly walked over while scolding.

However, when he saw the baby's face, his footsteps stopped, and the grandparents looked at the baby, as if they had lost the ability to speak for a while.

Charles finally understood why the mederadics looked so strange.

His hands trembled slightly.

What does this mean? What happened to Charlotte? Why did the child become like this?

The old marquis looked at the baby, and he was more touched than Charles. His breathing became rapid, and his eyes widened.

There has always been a legend in Western European culture that a child with purple eyes is destined to be cursed and will bring misfortune, but it is not a matter of culture or legend that makes the old man so angry.

His anger came from an even more terrible idea.

The anticipation suddenly turned to depression and anger, and the old man's anger almost overwhelmed his reason.

"Fuck! What's going on!? He cursed, then turned to look at the paramedics.

They had been trembling for a long time, and at this time, seeing the old marshal so angry, they were even more frightened, and no one dared to speak at once.

The old man's scolding made Charles wake up.

He froze, and then looked at the baby again, and found that though there was something strange about the hair and pupils of the eyes, there seemed to be some of his appearance in the outline - but who could tell the baby's outline?

No, no matter what, Charlotte can be trusted.

He frowned, then forced himself to compose.

"Take a rest," he said to the group in as gentle a tone as possible, "it is getting dark to-day, so rest with me for a while, and I will pay you all the money to-morrow." ”

The group nodded busily, and did not dare to come out, and quickly left under the guidance of the servants.

After the group was gone, the old man's anger was slightly contained, and his breathing slowly smoothed out, and he looked at the baby, and then at Charles, as if waiting for his grandson to speak.

But Charles didn't say anything, he just looked at the baby quietly, thinking about something.

However, although he was quiet on the surface, he had already thought about countless thoughts in his heart, some anger, some anxiety, some doubts, but, in the end, trust and reason poured out these thoughts.

Either way, he had absolute trust in Charlotte, maybe she would be angry at her own absurdity, maybe she would blame herself, or even break with herself, but he didn't believe that Charlotte would do that kind of thing.

Yes, Charlotte would never do that.

This is my son.

He looked at the strange-looking child, and then said firmly to himself.

"Charles, isn't this too right......" After a long silence, the Marquis of Trevil finally couldn't help it, "Why don't we go and ask Charlotte what's going on?" ”

"Ask what?" Charles asked rhetorically.

"Anything else? Isn't that obvious! The old man laughed angrily, and then walked to his seat in a rage, "Ask this kid what is the matter!" ”

"What's going on? This is Charlotte's child and your great-grandson, and we are lucky that he landed safely. Charles replied calmly.

"Hell!" The old man cursed again, and paced to his feet.

After taking a few steps, he looked at Charles again, "Charles, it's all now!" ”

Charles did not answer.

"Ordinary people don't dare to say such things, and if I weren't your grandfather, I wouldn't say it at all, after all, everyone would be afraid of offending someone like you......" The old man frowned, obviously in a very bad mood, "But as a grandfather, I can't pretend that nothing happened, there are some things I have to say!" ”

"Please." Charles replied in a muffled voice.

"If I don't say it, can't you think of it? You're just turning a blind eye! The old man sighed, "Charles, have you seen the portraits of our ancestors?" Although it is certainly embellished, the general thing can be seen - even if you don't remember our ancestors, at least you have seen me and my brother, my father, and yourself! We're all blonde haired, even Charlotte! Don't talk about anyone else, look at Clovis, look at his hair and eyes, where is not the same as our ancestors and yourself! Isn't it strange that you tell me? Gives birth to a child with purple eyes...... Are they like the children of a pair of parents? ”

"It's strange to say, it's a little weird." Charles was silent for a moment, then nodded heavily.

But Charlotte would never do such a thing, he was convinced.

So there is only one conclusion.

"But he's definitely our child, and the eye and hair color are just the little things."

"What a trifle!" The old man couldn't stand it anymore, and shouted to his grandson, "This is a big deal about me and your own bloodline!" ”

"No one can control the problem of genetic variation, do we blame Charlotte and this child for this? No, no. Charles shook his head, then brought the child to his chest, "I could feel his blood flowing. ”

"What the hell is genetic variation? Everyone's blood flows, but not everyone is your son. In this era, of course, the old man would not know this scientific term, and in his anger, he rarely ridiculed his grandson, and then paced anxiously, he wanted to go to the inner bedroom, but because his grandson did not move, he could not help it, and finally sat back in his place with a face full of anger.

"Whatever you think, I'm going to check it out!" Finally, he said coldly. The old man's face was gloomy, his brows were furrowed, and with the fine wrinkles, his expression was simply a little terrifying, "If Charlotte really did that kind of thing and deceived us, then she did a big stupid thing, a big stupid thing that I will never forgive." If it's true, then she's definitely going to pay for it. ”

In the eyes of the Marquis of Treville, a widow who has survived from the old dynasty, as a high-ranking nobleman, Charlotte is nothing if she has a lover outside, anyway, he has been used to this kind of thing in Versailles since he was a child, but it would be really heinous to give birth to a child and treat it as the blood of the Treville family.

In particular, this is a boy who will have the right to inherit his family business, so it is even more neglectful.

"There is no need for investigation, what is there to investigate in this kind of thing? I can't break Charlotte's heart. Charles stopped his grandfather, "Giving birth to such a child, she is also under a lot of pressure, she will definitely be very nervous, we can't do this." She relies on us relatives the most, but if we don't believe her, how desperate will it be? ”

"You're just ...... Do you really want to make a joke of yourself? When the old man heard his grandson's words, he couldn't cry or laugh, and he didn't know what to say all of a sudden, "Won't people be suspicious?" Didn't you see those people just now? It won't be a few days before the news gets out! Listen, it's still too late, shut them all up, and then just pretend that the child was never born, or just find a girl from outside and replace him......"

"What does it matter to me what others think!" Charles asked rhetorically, "Whoever loves jokes, laugh at them!" Anyway, I don't need any investigation! ”

"You...... You are simply ......" The old marquis was overwhelmed by his grandson's resolute attitude, and finally could only sigh, "Charles, don't be willful! ”

"I'm not willful! What do you understand about her? I've been with her for twenty, twenty years! Can't I assert better than you! Charles yelled at his grandfather.

Then, he realized that he had lost his temper, so he stopped.

After a moment, he shook his head, his expression became very determined, "This is my wife's business, please don't interfere, and don't do anything that is not good for Charlotte and this child, otherwise...... Otherwise I will definitely not forgive you! ”

"Crazy...... Hell......" The old man cursed in a low voice, obviously puzzled by his grandson's thoughts.

But the grandson behaved so firmly, he didn't know what to do, and in the end, he could only sigh and choose to leave.

Charlotte, who was still resting at this time, of course would not know the situation outside, because her strength had been too much before, and she slept very deeply this night, and did not wake up until the evening.

"Charles......?"

And when she opened her eyes in a drowsy state, she found that her husband was actually standing by the bedside.

"Awake? Lolot......" Charles laughed, then affectionately called her nickname, then stroked her cheek, "Thank you...... Really appreciate you. ”

"It's okay...... Isn't that how it should be? Charlotte replied with a light smile, her face beaming with happiness. What about children? ”

Charles hesitated, then took a cradle next to him.

"He's a very healthy son." He said in a deep voice.

"Really? We have another son? It's annoying, I actually want my daughter's ...... more" Charlotte shook her head, seeming a little disappointed, "but it's okay, we'll always have a daughter." ”

She said as she struggled to lean over from the bed, then looked at the child in the cradle.

At this time, the child who was not crying also happened to look at her, and the mother and son looked at each other, just like the father and son looked at each other a few hours ago.

Charlotte's expression also froze, and her original happy smile was instantly frozen in ice.

"Oh God!" After a moment, she let out an exclamation of disbelief.

In an instant, she finally understood why she heard the same sigh from others before she fell asleep.

How could I have given birth to such a strange child? She asked herself.

The doubts were followed by a sudden fear, a fear that made her tremble.

God, what if Grandpa and Charles thought about it? How do I explain this to them?

She had just given birth and was already very weak, but now she became even paler, and there was no blood on her face.

Because she found that she was almost powerless to argue, even if she knew in her heart that she was extremely innocent, even if she knew that she had never done anything to be sorry for her husband and family, she didn't know how to argue before this living evidence, and she didn't know how to make them believe in herself.

My God...... Help me! What to do? Her heart was so flustered that she almost burst into tears.

She had just become a mother for the second time, and she sighed about her luck and looked forward to the future and the lives of her children, but just a few hours later, such a huge and terrible blow came one after another, making it difficult for her, who was originally extremely strong, to bear such a blow.

She looked at Charles in a panic, her body trembling continuously, and her hand reached forward indiscriminately, trying to grab Charles, get warmth from her husband, and at the same time confide her innocence to him.

"Don't be afraid, Charlotte." Charles saw his wife's panic, and he held Charlotte's right hand tightly. "You need to rest now, don't move."

Then he lowered his head and pressed it against her chest, giving her confidence. "We've always been together, haven't we? Don't be afraid, there's nothing to be afraid of. ”

"Charles, this ...... This is our child. Charlotte's tears flowed, "Charles, this is our baby!" ”

She couldn't organize any words in a hurry, but such a wail seemed more sincere.

"Yes, this is our son, and I have already chosen a name for him." Charles was still pressed to her chest, and then smiled and stroked his wife's loose blonde hair, "It's called Lerouc, what do you think of the name?" ”

Charlotte's tears had burst out, like raindrops soaking the sheets, and in just a few tens of seconds, she had reached heaven in a desperate situation, this high level of mental tension and the sense of relief that brought about it, made her almost unable to control herself.

She reached out and wrapped her arms around Charles's neck, hugging her husband with all her strength, as if she wanted to hold him to her side all the time, "Good name! ”