The personal attendant stepped forward and reminded the Duke of Aiguillon in a neither humble nor condescending manner:

"Your Excellency, please come with me."

...

After leading the Duke of Aiguillon out of the Palace of Versailles, the personal attendant also returned to his residence and gave instructions to a clerk:

"There is nothing unusual about the conversation between Lord Richelieu and the Duke of Aiguillon. There is no need to record and report it."

The clerk breathed a sigh of relief, smiled and joked:

"It seems that the Duke is also used to such a leisurely life, so we can save a lot of trouble."

The personal attendant recalled the sincere words of Duke Richelieu just now, and nodded in agreement:

"Indeed, Monsieur Richelieu probably wants to enjoy his last days in this beautiful homeland."

...

At the same time, Duke Aiguillon returned to his carriage with a frown on his face.

"Damn it, uncle, what does he mean? Does he really not care about Madame Du Barry?!"

The Duke of Aiguillon held his forehead with his hands and carefully recalled every last word spoken by the Duke of Richelieu.

He did not believe that Duke Richelieu would really be so indifferent to the news of Madame Du Barry's death, nor did he believe that his uncle would really laugh off what happened in Paris yesterday.

Putting aside the personal relationship between Duke Richelieu and Madame Du Barry, the political value of Madame Du Barry alone made the Duke of Aiguillon unable to calm down about the news of her death.

"Wait a moment..."

The puzzling Duke Aiguillon suddenly flashed a sentence in his mind, which was the last sentence of Duke Richelieu:

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "It is not convenient to meet some old friends abroad...? Does this mean?!"

After carefully recalling these short words, Duke Aiguillon's frown gradually relaxed, and he excitedly said to himself:

"It can't be wrong, they started contacting a long time ago, it must be like this!"

An attendant on the carriage couldn't help but glance at Duke Aiguillon and asked hesitantly:

"Your Excellency, are we ready to leave for the Tuileries Palace now?"

"No!"

Duke Aiguillon excitedly ordered:

"You immediately go to the British Embassy in my name and tell them that I hope to have a private dinner with Baron Bertula. The time...can't be too close...is scheduled for a week later."

...

As the Duke of Aiguillon and his personal attendant left the Grand Canal, the Duke of Richelieu could finally continue to enjoy the tranquility and tranquility of this world to himself.

However, the difference from just now is that Duke Richelieu's expression is no longer as relaxed and natural as before.

Even his hands holding the fishing rod were no longer so strong and strong. Instead, they were trembling slightly in the wind and snow, looking frail.

After throwing a few fishing rods distractedly and without any harvest, Duke Richelieu still sighed, slowly put away the entire set of fishing gear, and laughed at himself in frustration:

"If you are so restless, I'm afraid you won't be able to catch any fish."

He stood up with difficulty and stared at the snowy scene in front of him with some dizziness.

The Grand Canal still flows quietly as it did three years ago, but the vegetation decoration in the gardens of the Palace of Versailles has undergone many changes. They are all flowers and plants replanted by Madame Du Barry according to her preferences.

Although there was no one around, Duke Richelieu lowered his voice and sighed:

"Jean, the day I took you to the Palace of Versailles for the first time, it seemed like there was a light snow like this... I am at fault for your death. I could have saved you, but... I'm sorry, for the sake of the overall situation

, I had to make some choices for France."

As he spoke, Duke Richelieu looked up at the sky. His slightly squinted eyes were no longer as honest and honest as a farmer's, but revealed a naked and fierce light without any concealment:
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