I'm the Dauphin in France

Chapter 825 Palace Fight
Facing Veronique's suggestive gaze, Camelia's cheeks flushed instantly, and she lowered her head and whispered, "Where are you, uh, starting from?"

Veronique took her arm and said softly, "My dear, I know you love His Highness deeply. I don't want to see you suffer from this love."

"No, actually I..."

"Is not it?"

"me……"

"It seems that I misunderstood." Veronique pretended to leave: "I'm really sorry, I wanted to help you, please forget what I said just now..."

Camelia bit her lip, suddenly pulled her back, and whispered, “Do you really have a solution?”

Veronique winked at her. "This is the method my aunt used when she was young. It should work."

Camelia immediately pulled her closer. "That's great... Oh, I mean, thank you very much. You helped me last time on the 'Poloskafi', and I'm sorry to trouble you again this time."

Veronique pulled her towards the room and said, "You are the kindest and most beautiful lady I have ever met. We are like sisters. You don't have to be polite to me."

"Yes!" Camelia nodded vigorously, "You are also my best friend!" Then she asked hopefully, "What method did you just mention?"

"I heard that His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is accustomed to..."

As Veronique recounted her plan, Camelia's beautiful eyes widened and her face became redder: "You are so smart, this must be..."

She lowered her head shyly, but suddenly remembered the methods that Mrs. Celes had told her. Compared with Veronique's method, it was like the difference between a farmhouse and the Palace of Versailles. She had paid Mrs. Celes several thousand francs at that time...

Then, she asked uncertainly, "But how do you know that the door lock will fail at the right time?"

Veronique smiled and said, "Don't worry, my dear, I can find a locksmith. You just need to let him stay at the door of the room for two minutes, and the lock will be changed to what you want. Of course, it may take me some time to prepare."

"Thank you so much, dear Veronique."

Not long after, Veronique came out of the room and closed the door behind her. The expression on her face instantly became sinister, and she muttered hysterically, "I am the future mistress of the Palace of Versailles. None of you idiots can stand in my way to the throne!"

She hurried back to her room upstairs, took out the movable type that she always carried with her, and pressed a line of words on the paper: To, Dear Miss Perna Lamarque...

Yes, through her connections in the aristocratic circle, she learned that Perna would arrive in Brussels in the near future to preside over the induction ceremony for the first batch of interns at the Military Medical University.

And she will seize this opportunity to give the latter a huge "surprise".

A smug sneer appeared on Veronique's lips, as if she had seen the scene where Perna, the "chief", and Camelia were swearing at each other and fighting fiercely.

She knew very well that men of high status hated it most when the women around them made trouble all day long.

At that time, he would have the opportunity to provide the crown prince with a "peaceful spiritual haven", thereby winning his heart and ascending to the throne in one fell swoop.

She was confident that with her beauty and her skills in dealing with men, she could easily defeat the current "chief" if she caused trouble.

After that, he would use the time when the Crown Prince was not yet engaged to consolidate his position. Even if the future Crown Princess came to the Palace of Versailles, she would have to give in to him!

The next morning, Veronique gave the letter to her trusted servant and asked him to pass it on to her cousin who was serving in the Reiter Corps. She repeatedly reminded him, "It takes 6 to 7 hours to get here from the front line. You must ask your cousin to calculate the time. Remember, it should be after 10: p.m., but not too late..."

Two days later, Joseph finished reading the French first half fiscal and industrial summary report just sent from Paris under the lamp, and when he looked up, he noticed that it was already dark outside.

He stood up, rubbed his sore arms, and said to Emman at the door: "What time is it now?"

"It's only 10 minutes to half past ten, Your Highness." The latter reminded, "You still have to attend the 'First Patrol Ceremony' of the Brussels Police Department tomorrow morning."

Brussels has formed a new police force following the example of France. After a period of training, the first batch of police officers will take over the city's security tomorrow, and such a ceremony will be held.

Joseph nodded: "Okay, then go to bed early."

As soon as he finished speaking, a tall and charming figure came over, knelt down and said, "Your Highness, the bathtub is ready."

Joseph then remembered that today was Friday, his "big cleansing day".

Well, in this Catholic country, he can only take a bath secretly once a week.

He suddenly noticed that the maid in front of him was Veronique, and asked in confusion: "Is it you? Where is Miss Camelia?"

Aiman ​​said from the side: "Your Highness, she is not feeling well and asked for leave in the evening."

"Is she sick?"

Veronique said hurriedly, “She’s fine, Your Highness, she said she was just a little tired during the day.

"Well, do you think you should take a bath now?"

"Okay, bath."

Joseph followed Veronique to the south side of the second floor, and the latter gestured to the front of the corridor: “Your Highness, your bathtub is in room 202.

"You see, it's still the same as usual. You still need someone to serve you..."

Joseph waved his hand: "No, I can do it myself."

He had been the crown prince for several years and had accepted having others help him dress and put on shoes, but he was still not used to the maids bathing him.

The corridor was foggy, probably because of the boiling water for bathing.

Joseph looked up and glanced at the sign on the door. He could vaguely see the words "202", so he turned the doorknob and pushed the door open.

After he entered, Veronique immediately followed him quietly. The prince's guards standing at both ends of the corridor only glanced at her and saw that she was the prince's personal maid, so they didn't pay any attention.

Veronique pretended to wipe the water stains on the ground, confirmed that the guards had their backs to her, and immediately took off the doorplate of Room 202 and quickly exchanged it with Room 203 behind her.

Room 202, oh, actually Room 203. Joseph looked at the flickering light red candlelight around him and smelled a strong fragrance. He couldn't help but shook his head secretly, thinking that Veronique was not familiar with his bathing habits and made arrangements on her own.

He took off his clothes, put on a bathrobe, and walked towards the large bathtub in the inner room.

Just when he was less than six steps away from the bathtub, the water in the bathtub made a "splash" sound, and a pair of snow-white and tender fat rabbits suddenly jumped out of it.

(End of this chapter)