Life of Being a Crown Prince in France-Chapter 916 - 824: Palace Intrigue

Under Veronique’s alluring gaze, Camellia’s cheeks flushed red as she lowered her head and murmured softly, "Where are you starting from, exactly?"

Veronique took her arm gently and said, "Dear, I know you love His Highness deeply. I don’t want to see you suffering because of this love."

"No, actually I..."

"Isn’t it true?"

"I, I..."

"It seems I’ve misunderstood." Veronique made a gesture to leave, "I’m really sorry, I originally wanted to help you, please forget what I just said..."

Camellia bit her lip and suddenly pulled her back, whispering, "Do you really have a way?"

Veronique winked at her, "The method my aunt used when she was young should work."

Camellia immediately pulled her tighter, "That’s, that’s wonderful... oh, I mean, thank you very much. You helped me last time on the ’Boloskafi’, and now you’re going to the trouble again."

Veronique led her into the room, "You are the kindest, most beautiful lady I’ve met, we’re just like sisters, there’s no need to stand on ceremony with me."

"Mm!" Camellia nodded vigorously, "You are also my best friend!" Then full of hope, she asked, "What was the method you mentioned just now?"

"I heard that His Highness is accustomed to..."

As Veronique explained her plan, Camellia’s pretty eyes widened ever more, her face reddening further, "You’re so clever, this surely..."

Saying this, she bashfully lowered her head, suddenly recalling the methods Lady Celes had once told her, which paled in comparison to Veronique’s, like the difference between a farmhouse and the Palace of Versailles. Back then, she paid Lady Celes thousands of francs...

Immediately, she also uncertainly asked, "But how do you know the lock will ’coincidentally’ malfunction?"

Veronique laughed, "Don’t worry, my dear, I can find a locksmith. You only need to let him stay at the door for two minutes, and the lock will be as you wish. Of course, I may need some time to prepare."

"You’re really, thank you so much, dear Veronique."

Soon, Veronique came out of the room, shut the door behind her, her expression instantly turning sinister, muttering a dark soliloquy ferociously, "I am the future mistress of the Palace of Versailles, none of you fools shall stand in the way of my path to the throne!"

She quickly retreated to her room upstairs, took out the movable type block she always carried, pressed a row of words onto the paper: To, esteemed Miss Perna Lamarck...

Yes, through her connections in noble society, she learned that Perna was due to arrive in Brussels shortly, presiding over the Military Medical University’s first batch of interns’ induction ceremony.

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

Veronique’s lips curled into a smug cold smile, as if she already saw Miss Perna, the "Chief," and Camellia hurling harsh words at each other, tearing each other madly.

She knows well that men of high status dislike having tumultuous women around them all day.

Then she would have the chance to offer the Crown Prince a "peaceful haven for the soul," thereby capturing his heart and making her way upwards.

She is confident, with her beauty and her skills in dealing with men, that under the messy situation caused by today’s "Chief," she could easily defeat her.

Then she will use the time before the Crown Prince’s engagement to consolidate her status. Even when the future Crown Princess arrives at the Palace of Versailles, she must still give some leeway!

The next morning, Veronique handed the letter to her trusted servant, instructing him to deliver it to her cousin serving in the Rettel Corps, repeatedly urging, "It takes 6 to 7 hours by car from the frontline to here, make sure cousin calculates the time accurately. Remember, after 10:30 pm, but not too late either..."

Two days passed.

Joseph finished reading the six-month financial and industrial report sent from Paris under the lamp, only then noticing the outside had long turned pitch black.

He stood up, rubbed his somewhat sore arm, and said to Eman at the doorway, "What’s the time now?"

"It’s ten to ten-thirty, Your Highness." The latter also reminded, "You still have to attend the Brussels Police Bureau ’First Patrol Ceremony’ tomorrow morning."

Brussels has established new police forces according to France’s model, after a period of training, tomorrow the first batch of police officers will begin handling city security, thus holding such a ceremony.

Joseph nodded, "Alright, let’s rest early then."

As he spoke, a tall and alluring silhouette walked over, curtsying, "Your Highness, the bathtub is ready."

Joseph then remembered, today is Friday, his "big bath day."

Yes, in this Catholic country, he can only secretly bathe once a week.

He suddenly noticed the maid in front of him was Veronique, somewhat puzzled, "It’s you? Where’s Miss Camellia?"

Eman added from the side, "Your Highness, she was not feeling well, took leave in the evening."

"Is she ill?"

Veronique quickly said, "She’s fine, Your Highness, she said she was just a bit tired during the day.

"Oh, shall we proceed with the bath now?"

"Alright, bath."

Joseph followed Veronique to the south side of the second floor, the latter gesturing forward down the corridor, "Your Highness, your bathtub is in room 202.

"Would you like it as usual, or do you need someone to attend to you..."

Joseph waved his hand, "No need, I’ll do it myself."

He had been Crown Prince for several years, somewhat accustomed to others helping with clothes and shoes, but still couldn’t get used to maids bathing him.

The corridor seemed foggy, probably due to the water being heated for the bath.

Joseph glanced up at the sign on the door, vaguely saw "202," then turned the doorknob and entered.

Once he entered, Veronique immediately followed quietly, the Prince’s Guards stationed at both ends of the corridor merely glanced at her, seeing she was the Crown Prince’s close maid, paid no mind.

Veronique pretended to wipe away the water stains on the floor, confirmed the guards turned their backs, then swiftly swapped the sign on room 202 with the one behind her, 203.

In room 202, oh, actually 203, Joseph observed the flickering soft red candlelight, inhaled a rich fragrance, secretly shaking his head, attributing it to Veronique unfamiliar with his habits, arranging things on her own accord. freeweɓnovel.cѳm

He shed his clothes, donned a robe, and headed towards the large bathtub inside.

When he was less than four steps away from the bathtub, the water splashed suddenly, and a pair of white, soft rabbit-like limbs popped out.