I Am the Crown Prince in France

Chapter 537 The Crown Prince’s “Mistresses”

Joseph, who was originally waiting to enjoy it, found that he had misjudged the explosive power of the delicate hands behind him and the massage skills of the owner of the hands.

Camelia couldn't hit the spot every time, and her fingers repeatedly landed on the joints of tendons, accompanied by "technical movements" such as rotating and pulling, plus the strength she had gained from cleaning and carrying soup pots every day. , after a few moves, the pain was so painful that Joseph burst into tears.

"Ah - stop, stop!" Joseph cried loudly, "I want to die! I want to die!"

All he wants to say now is "I'll do it, I'll do it all."

Sorel, who had just entered the house, was startled when she heard the screams. She quickly looked through the dim light and saw a woman pressing the crown prince on the "long table" with one hand against his neck and the other. He was holding a dark object in one hand and seemed to be about to smash it down.

When the crown prince shouted "I'm going to die", she was immediately shocked - this was an assassination attempt!

Fortunately, I bumped into him, and the opportunity to make up for His Highness came!

She didn't have time to draw her sword, so she jumped to the massage bed, raised her foot, and kicked the "female assassin" away.

When Kesoud outside the house heard the Crown Prince's shout, his heart sank. He rushed into the house with his sword in hand. He saw Sorel, whose face was covered by a hood, kicking Miss Camelia away, and was holding a knife in her hand. Draw your sword!

Damn it! Is she planning an assassination attempt? !

The guard captain didn't have time to think too much. He jumped forward and struck Sorel with his sword carrying the sound of wind.

The latter's sword had just been drawn out, and before he could stab the female assassin, he caught a glimpse of cold light from the corner of his eye and hurriedly raised his sword to block it.

There was a crisp sound of "dang". Kesoud's powerful and heavy sword knocked the lady's swift sword away, then he lowered his arm and the tip of the sword was already touching the chest of the "assassin".

Joseph heard Camelia's groan, rubbed his almost crushed shoulders, turned over and sat up, and immediately saw the guard captain and a man in black fighting swords beside him.

Seeing the crown prince stand up, Sorel and Kesoud turned around and said loudly to him:

"Your Highness, be careful of assassins!"

Camelia also struggled to hold herself up, looked at the crown prince, and said anxiously:

"Your Highness, leave quickly! There are assassins..."

The three of them shouted and looked at each other in surprise, wondering why the assassin would blow himself up.

Immediately afterwards, more than a dozen of the crown prince's personal guards poured in and raised their guns to surround the few people in the room, and then someone turned on the gas lamp.

Only then did Joseph see clearly the pretty face under the hood, and said unexpectedly:

"Sorel? Is that you? How did you get in?"

"I..." Sorel glanced at the maid on the side and said anxiously, "Your Highness, she just wanted to assassinate you! I came to save you!"

Joseph looked at Camelia again, who was clutching her shoulder and pale in pain:

"Ah? Are you okay? She was a bit harsh just now, but it wasn't to the point of assassination."

After more than ten minutes, the crown prince's personal guards all retreated, and Kesoud stared at Sorel with a straight face.

Miss "Stalker" lowered her head with shame on her face and pushed the 5,000 francs in front of Joseph:

"Your Highness, I'm really just here to pay back the money... I was worried that you wouldn't accept it, so..."

After she explained, she looked at Camelia, who was applying medicine to her shoulder with the help of the maid, with tears in her eyes, and bowed apologetically:

"I'm really sorry, this distinguished lady! It's all my fault... I will compensate you for your medical expenses, and please forgive me..."

After Joseph confirmed to the imperial doctor that Camelia was only injured and not serious, he breathed a sigh of relief, then picked up the large pile of banknotes and handed it back to Sorel:

"You made a mistake. In fact, I only bet you 10 livres that time. Well, don't get me wrong. It's not that I didn't have confidence in you at the time. I just didn't like gambling..."

10 livres? ! Sorel was stunned for a moment, and his face turned red and white. He looked at the 5,000 francs in his hand and recalled that he was sure that the crown prince would bet heavily on him to win. He was so embarrassed that he wanted to dig out the Palace of Versailles with his toes.

Joseph breathed a sigh of relief, feeling even more exhausted from being tormented by the two beauties, so he said to Kesoud:

"It's too late. Please send Miss Frazee back."

Frazee is Sorel's last name.

"Yes, Your Highness."

Sorel thought for a while, put the money on the table again, and whispered:

"Your Highness, thank you for your tolerance. Let this money be regarded as compensation for disturbing your rest..."

Joseph was naturally unwilling to accept it.

The two declined, and Joseph said helplessly:

"Let's do this, I will invest the money in the King's Fund in your name. You can receive dividends every year."

It has almost become his instinct to improve the poor French finances, even if it is "mosquito legs".

Sorel nodded, then gave a flustered salute, and then ran towards the door as if running away...

Two days later.

At Lavoisier’s home, Lavoisier’s wife Marianne was wiping away tears and whispering to her best friend Perna:

"It's all because Antoine was blinded by the devil and did those disgraceful things... Alas, he blames himself very much now and keeps repenting every day."

After being sentenced to 15 years in prison by the High Court, Lavoisier was also frightened. He wanted to go to the Crown Prince to plead for mercy, but he was afraid that he would be reprimanded by His Highness. After all, His Highness presided over this tax reform, and he was doing it for him. He broke things off.

Fortunately, he listened to His Highness's advice and stopped the tax farming business two years ago, otherwise he would have been sentenced even more severely this time.

So he asked his wife to find Dr. Perna, who was beside the Crown Prince, and asked her to help him speak for him. He naturally didn't know that Joseph had actually decided to ask the King for a pardon for him.

Perna comforted Marianne softly:

"You must pay the fine as soon as possible, and I will definitely ask His Highness to help you. Oh, maybe you will need a bail."

"Thank you so much! My dear Perna, only you can save Antoine now!" Madame Lavoisier pulled Perna and cried again.

The two besties chatted until the afternoon. After getting Perna's repeated assurances, Marianne finally breathed a sigh of relief, and then she began to care about her bestie again:

"By the way, have you heard about the Crown Prince's mistress?"

"Mistress?!" The female doctor's heart tightened immediately.

"I heard it was a wild girl named Sorel and His Highness's maid." Marianne obviously knew her bestie's feelings for the Crown Prince, and said earnestly, "It's rumored in Versailles that the two of them got into a fight the night before yesterday over His Highness's jealousy. The maid was injured, and the Royal Guards were dispatched to stop them.

"My dear, maybe you should be more cautious! Don't forget, you were the first one to accompany the Crown Prince... Well, you should show the momentum of the chief mistress and let them know the rules! "

"Cough cough cough..." Perna was so shocked that she coughed repeatedly, and her cheeks instantly turned red.

It was the first time she heard someone call her His Highness's mistress, and the "chief"!

However, a strong sense of sweetness surged in her heart.

She knew very well that it was impossible for her to marry His Highness the Crown Prince with her background, so she had been trying hard to suppress this feeling in her heart, just wanting to stay with His Highness as much as possible, and be satisfied with watching him silently.

And today, Marianna's words suddenly gave her new hope.

Yes, even if she can't marry His Highness, if she becomes his mistress, can't she be by his side for the rest of her life? Oh God! What am I thinking? It's so embarrassing!