Life of Being a Crown Prince in France-Chapter 715 - 623: The Arrangement of Fate (4000 words)_2

Chapter 715: Chapter 623: The Arrangement of Fate (4000 words)_2

“Tsk tsk tsk, put away your ridiculous tears, Austrian harlot! I’m telling you, don’t you dare write the Crown Prince’s name on this coupon, you hear?”

The two of them kept mocking each other cruelly. This was also a habit of the Palace of Versailles nobility, who, seeing themselves as highborn, especially looked down on those without noble titles, and all the more so if they were from Austria.

Moreover, the one they looked down upon happened to be very beautiful and had the chance to get close to His Royal Highness the Crown Prince. Today, she even publicly embarrassed them, so at this moment they only wanted to thoroughly humiliate her to vent their anger.

But Camellia could only bow her head in grievance and wipe away her tears:

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“You… you… are going too far…”

Just at that moment, Perna, who had a seven-franc love coupon in her hand, walked by the other end of the corridor. She thought she heard a somewhat familiar voice, immediately stepped back a few steps, and turned her head towards the place surrounded by more than a dozen onlookers.

“Camellia?”

She saw the slightly curled golden hair and couldn’t help but frown slightly, then quickly walked over.

“There are at least a hundred servants like you around the Crown Prince. Only you delude yourself into thinking you can…”

“Puffed skirt” was saying this when she saw a tall woman in a dark green gown step between herself and Camellia. She immediately became annoyed:

“Damn it, get out of my way…”

However, when she saw that the person was Perna, she nervously took a half step back: “Miss… Miss Perna.”

Although Perna was of minor nobility, she was rumored in the Palace of Versailles to be the Crown Prince’s Chief Mistress—His Royal Highness valued her greatly and even took her to the battlefield.

Perna glanced at Camellia, who was crying a river, and said coldly to “puffed skirt”:

“Miss Herrio, what are you doing?”

“Miss Perna, I, ahem, I was just reminding this low-born wretch not to harbor delusional affections for His Royal Highness.”

Perna, seeing the love coupon in Camellia’s hand, immediately understood most of the situation—she had just witnessed the latter’s extravagant generosity as well. Although Camellia was her rival in love, she couldn’t just stand by in such a situation.

After all, she was someone who had been toughened in a military camp and seen major events, so she turned to Miss Herrio and said coldly: “Perhaps I can commend you to His Highness and tell him that today, someone publicly blocked his maid, shaming her origins and asking her to keep her distance from you.”

“Don’t, please don’t do that,” Herrio blurted out in panic, vigorously shaking her head, “I did not mean…”

She looked up at Perna and, seeing her unmoved, she bit her lip and bowed her head to Camellia: “I apologize for what I said just now, please forgive me.”

The maid’s tears immediately flowed even more violently.

Perna gently patted her back and said to Herrio: “I hope such a situation won’t happen again.”

Once the two noblewomen left in disarray, Perna took Camellia, who was still crying bitterly, through the crowd of onlookers and, seeing her continue to sob, reluctantly turned into the church and pushed open the door to a random Prayer Room.

She was so focused on the maid that she didn’t notice a few plainclothes guards standing by the door of the Prayer Room.

The guards, however, were very familiar with her and Camellia, thinking that the Crown Prince had invited them, and thus let them in.

Perna had her rival sit down on a bench, used a handkerchief to wipe away her tears, and comforted her: “They are just jealous of you. You are more beautiful than all of them and received the first love coupon.

“Don’t talk about them; even I am a bit jealous of you. You know, jealousy can make people stupid…”

Camellia suddenly hugged her waist and sobbed: “Thank you, thank you, Miss Perna. If it weren’t for your appearance, I really wouldn’t know what to do…”

She lowered her head again: “But they’re also right; I’m lowly born and really shouldn’t have unrealistic thoughts about His Highness…”

Just then, on the last row of benches in the small Prayer Room, a person who had been soundly asleep was woken by their voice.

The person removed the “Bible” that covered his face and rubbed his sleepy eyes. It was Joseph.

Truly, the “Bible” was too soporific, and since he had stayed up late last night reading reports from the Caribbean Sea, he had fallen asleep outright.

He was about to ask the priest if the Valentine’s Day event had ended, but suddenly remembered that there had been a girl’s voice just now.

He popped his head out from above the back of the bench and saw Perna and Camellia sitting in the front row, leaning back away from him.

“…”

Joseph raised his hand to greet them, but heard Perna say, “You shouldn’t think that way. Everyone has the right to pursue their own love, especially a beautiful and adorable girl like you.”

Joseph hesitated for a moment, feeling that they would think he was eavesdropping, so he slowly lay back down on the bench.

“Thank you for your comfort,” Camellia took a deep breath, as if with great resolution, and handed Perna the love coupon, “Miss Perna, I know you like His Highness too, and it’s you who truly deserve him.

“This love coupon is for you, and may it bring you the love you hope for.”

Perna, surprised at the sight of the expensive love coupon, hurriedly pushed it back, “I… how could I accept this, it’s too precious. Moreover, you should hold on to your own love. I feel His Highness would not reject you.”

Joseph was astonished, realizing he had overheard something he was not supposed to!

Camellia was visibly surprised, “But, Miss Perna, don’t you resent me for trying to take His Highness away?”

“Take?” Perna sighed, “How could His Highness belong to me anyway?”

She looked at the Maid with a resigned smile, “As you know, His Highness’s wife can only be a princess. Even if I were in his heart, at best, I could only be his mistress.

“His Highness is so outstanding, so full of charm. It’s already a blessing from Jesus to be able to stay by his side, how could I possibly aspire to have him all to myself?”

Camellia hesitated for quite a while, eventually looked up and said, “So, I can also…”

“It’s your right,” Perna nodded, “If His Highness likes you, then you should be by his side, looking after him, bringing him joy and peace.

“Of course, this may seem unfair to you, but we must endure something for love.

“Look, our fates are so similar, both attracted to a perfect soul, willing to give everything for it.”

Perna didn’t know why she was saying all this to Camellia; perhaps it was because the emotions in her heart had been suppressed for too long, and Camellia was the one who could understand these feelings best.

Camellia stood up, curtsied to Perna, “You are really… too kind. I finally understand why His Highness can’t leave you.”

Joseph felt like his brain was crashing.

Were the girls of this era all so magnanimous?

If this was placed in that eastern Empire, it would at least lead to dozens of chapters of court drama, and here they were, talking so peacefully about such matters?

Ah, no, that’s not right, the person they were talking about was himself.

These girls were too…

Joseph suddenly froze, he had always subconsciously thought of them as little girls, but in reality, Perna was already 19, and Camellia was about to be 18.

And himself, he was already 17 this year, soon to be an adult.

He subconsciously glanced at the muscles on his arm, even if something were to develop between them, it would be quite normal…

Time flies, everyone’s no longer kids.

Somehow, Joseph suddenly wondered, if he had to choose between Perna and Camellia, who would he pick?

They were both top-tier beauties, with gentle and pleasant personalities, and both were very good to him.

Ah… really a tough choice.