Two Hundred and Seventy-Five, Night Talk

"I was sent by the King of Rome, and I am the Count of Monte Cristo whom he personally named. And you... you are my family."

After saying this, Edmund stopped and carefully paid attention to Emily's reaction.

This was his final test for Emily.

He does like Emily very much, but to him, his benefactor is more important, but if Emily shows obvious disgust or even hatred for the Bonaparte family, then he must make a decisive decision .

Now that he had already imprisoned Bianca, he was not afraid of imprisoning another Emily.

Fortunately, fate did not tease him again. After listening to his words, Emily did not show any disgust, but was just a little surprised - even the surprise was not too big.

The Earl's mysterious whereabouts and lavish wallet had already aroused Emily's suspicion. After the two got together, she had secretly made several guesses about the Earl's true identity, and the support of the Bonaparte family The identity of the author was not beyond her imagination.

"As expected..." She just sighed softly, "I think so, so it makes sense."

"What do you think?" Edmund asked.

"I don't think so." Emily replied simply, "To me, you are the one who protected our mother and daughter when disaster struck. We lived well under your care, so why should I care about you?" What kind of work do we do? As long as our lives can continue like this every day, other things are irrelevant to me."

Edmund was very satisfied with this answer, and he could also sense that it was Emily's sincerity.

"Aren't you afraid of danger?" he asked again.

"Danger... To be afraid, of course I am a little scared. But the danger is not more terrible than falling on the street. I would rather take this risk than fall into the situation of losing everything again." At this point, love Millie winked playfully, "Besides, don't you already regard me as a family member? As a family member, I shouldn't be afraid of danger, right?"

What she said was partly true and partly false. On the one hand, she did have some feelings for the count.

Therefore, she is willing to face risks with him; but on the one hand, and more importantly, she is not involved in any conspiracy. Even if the matter is exposed, she can still say that she is a victim of coercion, and she will not be blamed if she is investigated. It's better to hold on to the earl's meal ticket first.

Emily's statement made Edmund even more satisfied.

"Emily, thank you for helping me... I really didn't believe you wrong." He hugged Emily and kissed her, and Emily obeyed him, not because of today. Something happened at night.

Then, the two people came to the bedroom and lay down together naturally.

Because the mental stimulation received today was relatively large, no one fell asleep quickly.

"Sir, why don't you tell me about your experience?" Emily simply suggested to the earl, "You have aroused my curiosity!"

Now that we have reached this point, Edmund also feels that he should let Emily know more about himself. However, he did not want to reveal to Emily the history of his suffering in his youth - after all, if Emily knew that Tanglar was his enemy, she would inevitably suspect that she played a role in the bankruptcy of Tanglar's bank. What role do you play, thereby causing unnecessary trouble?

Therefore, he simplified his past identity and just said that he was the son of an empire supporter. After the King of Rome fled, he ran to serve the King of Rome and gained the trust and reuse of the King of Rome. He was eventually awarded the title of earl. Then he was sent to Paris as a confidant of the King of Rome.

Of course, the following content was basically true. He also talked about some of what he saw and heard in Greece, which really made Emily listen with interest, and she even deeply admired Edmund, who had legendary experience.

"No, there are many people under your majesty who are as loyal as me and whose talents are better than mine. It is a great honor for me to receive such special favor from your majesty." When he mentioned your majesty, Edmund became serious, "I I will go to great lengths to repay his appreciation and kindness to me."

Seeing that Edmund admired his benefactor so highly, Emily knew that she could no longer show contempt for the King of Rome, so she also changed her tone to one of great respect.

"I also respect him very much. He drove out the pagans for us on behalf of God and liberated a nation that was in trouble. What a righteous act it was! The world on our side has become so chaotic now. If he can come back and save us, It would be best to be rescued from dire straits..."

This was Emily's sincerity.

She doesn't care about the surname of the family that rules this country, she only cares about what she can gain.

It was obvious that the King of Rome valued her lover very much. If he really returned to the throne, then the count would be able to become a real count, a count of France... And wouldn't that mean that he was a blessing in disguise, and his status would also increase as a result?

She is the daughter of a minor nobleman. Her parents died young and had little property. In order to maintain a luxurious life, she had to learn those romantic tricks. When she got married for the first time, she married a minor nobleman, which was considered decent; When I got married for the second time, because I had "depreciated", I could only marry an upstart banker without any title. In the chain of contempt of the upper class, it was obvious that there was a "class decline". Some people's living rooms She never got another chance to visit.

Although she was unwilling to give in, she originally accepted this reality and settled down to be a rich wife of a banker.

However, the reality is shady. If the situation is reversed and I become the partner of an important official of the empire... then who would dare to laugh at me? Who dares to shut himself out? You will climb to the top of the social world and be greeted by everyone with a smile.

When she thought of this, she instantly became a loyal supporter of the King of Rome. She only hoped that His Majesty would ascend the throne as soon as possible and accept her worship.

Emily's joyful eyes did not escape the count's eyes, and he could guess what Emily was looking forward to at this time.

But he also knew that it would be difficult for him to respond to her expectations - when he met with His Majesty in Switzerland, His Majesty had already made it clear that he would not recognize Emily as his wife.

After all, even though she didn't care about Emily's past history, once she was qualified to enter the palace, she was destined to be scrutinized by the world, and maybe some of the past things would be turned out and used as a laughing stock.

For an important imperial minister, his marriage is not only his own business, but also represents the dignity of the imperial court. Especially in the early days of its establishment, it would not tolerate anyone using scandal to shake its prestige——

Edmund knew that he could not disobey His Majesty's will, let alone discredit His Majesty, but he felt a little intolerable towards Emily. After thinking about it, he could not find an answer, and finally decided not to go. Think about it until the time comes.

"While I'm away, keep an eye on that woman and make sure nothing happens." He hugged Emily tightly, and then gave his final instructions, "Be careful with her, she is very skilled. In addition, take good care of her and help her." She needs to recover from her injuries. Your Majesty has the final say on how to deal with her."

"I know." Although she didn't know the hidden meaning, Emily nodded quickly and agreed, "Don't worry, I won't cause you any trouble."

Then, the two people fell asleep.

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While the lovers were whispering in the middle of the night, the elderly Duke Nordlyon was still suffering in the study.

He has been suffering from insomnia and staying up late recently. He now looks ten years older than a few months ago, weak and depressed. However, for the sake of his family, he still managed to muster up the remaining energy to cope with the current situation.

What greeted him was bad news one after another.

Before, he managed to steal the information about the backstage funder from his daughter Alice, and personally went to Bowang's house and coaxed Bowang to his side.

However, not long after, Bowang, who was still respectful at the time, suddenly seemed to have changed his face again, and added another condition to himself - in order to confirm the young man's intentions, before further lending money, he hoped that A written consent was obtained, written by the King of Rome himself, asking him to provide funds to solve the difficulties of the Duke's family.

This unexpected request put the Duke into trouble again - the autographed letter from Aiglon he produced before was just something he had grafted onto others. Now he was asked to produce another written guarantee. How could he possibly get it? Have to come out?

He argued with Bowang, but Bowang seemed to have made up his mind. Although his smile never changed, he refused to give in.

The Duke guessed that Bowang might be suspicious, but even so, he had no good solution, because now he was asking Bowang for help, and he could not fall out with him no matter what.

Therefore, he needs to find a way to get a written consent.

But how to get it?

He was not related to the King of Rome, and it was obvious that even if he asked for mercy, he would not get any response; so after much deliberation, it finally fell on his little daughter.

Only Agnes could overcome Alice's status in His Majesty's heart, and finally made His Majesty decide to save himself - that's what he thought.

However, when he returned home from the negotiations with Bowen, Agnes was nowhere to be seen.

He didn't care at first. After all, his daughter often went out to play, and with her skills, he didn't worry about her safety. However, there was still no news from her until late at night, which made him a little panicked.

He asked people to search everywhere, but everywhere they turned up, there was no trace of Agnes.

On the one hand, Agnes is his favorite little daughter, and the relationship between father and daughter is indeed deep; on the other hand, he really needs Agnes's "trump card" now and cannot afford the price of something happening to his daughter.

So the Duke panicked.

He secretly complained about what his daughter had been up to, staying up all night without leaving a message, so that he couldn't even find her. Under the anxiety, he naturally suffered from insomnia again.

Just in the early hours of the morning, there was a knock on the study door.

"Who?" asked the Duke.

"Dad..." came a response from outside.

It was Agnes's voice... The Duke was instantly ecstatic.

"Come in!" he shouted quickly.

The door reopened, and then a girl stumbled in.

"Where have you gone? Why can't you find anyone..." The Duke started to complain, then stopped.

Because he clearly found that his daughter looked extremely embarrassed at this time - she was soaked all over, her hair was stuck together one by one, and her skirt was covered with mud. She didn't look like a princess at all. What does it look like?

What shocked him even more was that under the candlelight, his daughter's eyes did not have the usual agility and pride in them, and they seemed to be ashen.

"Agnes, you...what's wrong with you?" The Duke was angry at his daughter's gaffe and felt sorry for her embarrassment at this time, so he couldn't help but ask. "Why are you dressed like this?"

"It's nothing." Agnes smiled miserably, "I...I was in a bad mood, so I walked around outside. I'm sorry for making you worry."

I went for a walk in the rain for nothing, and you told me not to worry? At this time, the Duke even suspected that his daughter's brain was burned out.

"Agnes...what happened?" the Duke asked again, "Did someone bully you?"

"Bullying me? How could it be possible? You are obviously protecting me and don't allow me to make any mistakes..." Agnes laughed sarcastically, "Just because this love is so abundant, I can't stand it anymore."< /p>

"That's enough." The Duke couldn't bear to listen to such crazy talk, so he patted the table to stop his daughter's words.

He wanted to scold his daughter, but at this time he was already exhausted mentally and physically, so he reluctantly held his forehead and calmed down before speaking.

"Okay, it seems like you don't want to tell me, so I won't ask anymore. You look terrible now. Go and have a good rest first-"

Agnes nodded, then silently turned around to leave.

"By the way, I went to see Bowen again today." The Duke suddenly pretended to be casual and said, "That guy is really cunning and cunning. He suddenly changed his face from me again and asked me for some written certificate written by the King of Rome. This is not something that can be forced on anyone. Really? I also had a fight with him, and now I’m in a very bad mood.”

Agnes's body froze, and after a moment she suddenly turned back, and then looked at her father with those dull eyes.

"So you want me to help you...?"

"That's not what I meant." The Duke quickly denied. "I just want to discuss it with you and see what to do next."

"Discuss with me... Do you ever care about my brain and talent? You just want me to plead for mercy." Agnes smiled miserably. "In that case, why go around the bush like my sister and just say no?"

The Duke was a little confused by his daughter's ridicule. He frowned and said, "Agnes, how can you talk to your father like this? I am also doing it for our family..."

"Then what do you want me to say? You all want to think this way and that, and you keep saying it's for me. Why has no one thought about what I want?" Agnes yelled back to her father, "Go to hell, I don't want to care about you anymore!"< /p>

Then tears came to her eyes again and she slammed the door and left.