The doctor took off the earpiece from his neck and told the noble pregnant woman with a relaxed expression, "Countess, you and your child are very healthy. However, I still recommend that you walk outdoors or in the garden appropriately, and it is more appropriate to control the time within 30 minutes."

After the examination, Dr. Kava packed up his carry-on equipment and hurriedly said goodbye to everyone. That was an hour later, a medical seminar attended by scholars from many countries would be held in the hall of the Royal Academy of Sciences, and the Irishman was going to release his special speech on "rabies prevention".

Desai got up to see the doctor away. The two walked to the floor where the carriage was parked in front of the mansion. Dr. Kava whispered to the Duke of Desai's test results: "It's a boy, no doubt!"

Although the truth has long been known, time travelers are still in a state of depression. With the birth of this Polish boy with the title of emperor's illegitimate son, the political landscape of the Grand Duchy of Warsaw is about to become turbulent.

According to the original history, the Polish lady should be staying in the Castle of Valves outside Warsaw, waiting for the arrival of her labor period. However, she dragged her bloated body and worked hard to travel thousands of miles to Paris. Could it be that Napoleon, who had just married, had given them a common child, the noble title of the Polish king?

Those legions who were loyal to Emperor Napoleon and the nobles who hated themselves would definitely master this wonderful counterattack weapon and overturn any motion in the Polish parliament to recognize Andrew Desay as the crown prince of the Grand Duchy of Warsaw (Poland).

After learning that the Polish lady was pregnant, there were already many people around Desai, including Captain Adam Koror who had gone to Poland before he went to Poland, who had clearly stated or implied that the future Polish crown prince allowed them to get rid of the Polish lady and the children in her belly, but the superiors rejected these proposals. It was not that Desai was ruthless, but that he was too concerned.

Intrigue and conspiracy and betrayal in political struggles are common, but murder is by no means the norm, especially the harm to unarmed women and children. Once this Pandora's box is opened, no one can predict the final development of things.

After seeing off Dr. Kava who participated in the medical association, Desai turned around and walked into the back garden of the mansion. At this time, the happy laughter of the two women could be heard outside the corridor.

The gardens in spring are always happy festivals. The blue sky and the golden sun emit warmth and joy. The birds on the branches and insects in the flowers sing in unison, as if praising the joyful life and the freedom of happiness. The fragrance of pansy blooming everywhere is full of prosperity, making people feel refreshed and intoxicated.

The beautiful scenery in the garden somewhat diluted the depression in the young duke's heart, and the beautiful pansy blooming everywhere made Desai seem to recall his childhood in Poland.

I remember when I was 9 years old, when Desai left Warsaw with his father, it happened to be the day when Pansy was in full bloom in the Polish territory. If I remember correctly, there should be a vague impression of a little girl in ragged clothes and freckles on her face. She ran for more than ten miles pantyhose just to give Desai a bunch of red pansy that was meant to be longing.

"What are you thinking?" Mrs. Valefska's sweet voice came with her light footsteps.

The Duke of Desai, who had just woken up from memories of the past, did not notice that the Countess deliberately omitted the respects among the nobles. If you think about it carefully, it felt like a girl next door asking for a trusted brother.

Desai turned around and smiled apologetically, "It's nothing, I just remembered his childhood in Poland 20 years ago." He looked behind Mrs. Valefska, but did not find Miss Litisia.

"My maid took her to the mansion to visit. Miss Litisia seemed to like handicrafts from the Polish folk." Mrs. Valefska explained, and then she turned her eyes to the garden, and her white and slender jade hands touched the colorful pansy stamens, like a happy fairy who was not as good as the world's fireworks.

For a moment, Desai was stunned, not ** instinct, but another kind of appreciation. But soon, Desai woke up from his obsession, and he was embarrassed to find a common topic for the two. "You seem to love planting pansy. There are no other flowers and trees in the garden throughout the spring. But many people, especially the nobles, think it is just a poor and humble wild flower."

Mrs. Valefska nodded, flashing bright and gentle eyes and said to the young duke: "I like it, it can express longing and longing, and the vitality of pansy is tenacious, can resist the ruthless whipping of the angel Venus. Although it is seriously injured, it does not die. It still lives strongly, blooms with a more beautiful and charming stamen than before.

This is like our motherland in suffering. Although we have repeatedly encountered the tragic fate of sharing the powerful country, there are still countless people of lofty ideals who stand up and fight against the stubborn enemy with their weak bodies and convey an indelible belief to the world. Poland will not perish!"

The Polish lady's soft voice showed a strong self-confidence from beginning to end, which was her infinite respect and sincere love for her motherland Poland.

For this belief in her heart, the beautiful and stubborn Polish woman would rather marry an old Polish man in her seventies than commit to a young and rich Russian general. Later, under the strong instigation of the Polish cabinet government and even the bitter begging of her husband, the Polish lady had to devote herself to becoming one of Napoleon's many mistresses. Because all the Poles were telling her that the combination of her flesh-body and soul with the French emperor would be beneficial to the revival of Poland, a mother-hard motherland.

The Polish lady might have nothing to ask Napoleon to treat her motherland Poland, but the Polish lady gave Napoleon all her body and mind, quiet, understanding, and not flamboyant. She likes to be alone. She is the most reliable spiritual harbor for Napoleon after experiencing storms. During Napoleon's exile to Elba, the Polish lady was the only woman to come to visit him with their children, which made the lonely emperor feel the warmth of home for the first time.

As everyone knows, as the Polish Lady gradually developed feelings for Napoleon, she fell in love with the loneliness under the glorious face of this great man who swept across Europe, as well as many advantages worthy of admiration. Napoleon also regarded the Polish Lady as his most important companion, the person who silently supported him, and the person who understood and understood him the most.

But no one noticed that deep in Mary Valefska's heart, she still retained a heart-wrenching first love. 20 years ago, a sunny boy with a sense of justice helped her and her sister to beat away the two bad boys who bullied the two sisters.

From when, Mary Valefska, who was less than 6 years old, would always pick up the half-old small flower basket and run to the grass slope near the old Duke's mansion to pick pansies, in fact, just to secretly take a look at the noble boy. A thought always emerged in Mary's mind, wanting to present a bunch of red pansies to the big boy in person to express his gratitude or something else.

Maybe it was instinct shy, maybe it was because of the disparity of status. From beginning to end, Marie Valevska's inner wishes were not put into action. Until one day, when the eldest boy's father took him away from the old duke's mansion, Little Marie went to chase after him. On the hillside far away from the carriage, Marie desperately waved a bouquet of red pansy and shouted, "Please miss me!"

Now, when Marie Valevska meets the old big boy again, things change and things change. Andrew Desai, standing in front of her, doesn't remember a little Polish girl and the red pansy waving in her hand.

Mary Valevska secretly turned around and gently wiped away the tears in her eyes with her handkerchief. When she faced the Duke of Desay again, she was the Polish lady and Emperor Napoleon's favorite concubine.

"Mr. Duke, can you accompany me for a walk in the garden!"

"As you wish, honorable lady!"

The Polish lady raised her left arm gracefully, while the Duke of Desay expressed her gratitude politely, then took the noble lady's white arm, and the two walked together in the sea of ​​flowers blooming everywhere in the pansy.

Along the way, everyone's topics were intentionally or unintentionally avoiding Poland, emperors, politics, and like other nobles, they just talk about the weather, Paris, and life.

Until 20 minutes later, on the cloister of the back garden leading to the mansion building, the Polish lady stopped and she whispered in the ear of the Duke of Desay in an inauspicious and charming voice, "I have convinced the emperor that he will support you to become the crown prince of the Grand Duchy of Warsaw. Andrew, for Poland, for your grandfather, and for me, please shoulder this great historical mission!"

After hearing this, Desai's heart trembled. When he turned to pursue the matter, the Polish lady had already let go of the young duke's arm and walked straight into the hall.

The Polish lady prepared a sumptuous lunch for the two guests, but Desai, who was worried, obviously felt a bad appetite. After rushing to solve a few slices of bread and a small bowl of meat soup, he decided to get up and say goodbye.

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"What? Do you want to stay in the Polish Mansion today?" Desai was very surprised by Miss Litisia's decision.

Because at night, at the Elysee Palace, there will be her favorite masquerade party. For this reason, Miss Litisia prepared for a long time, trying to dress Desay and herself up as the most dazzling star in the venue.

"Of course, it was the countess who warmly invited me, and I also want to learn more about Poland, your former motherland!" Miss Litisia made a face without a lady.

"Okay!" Desai nodded helplessly. After saying goodbye to the hostess, he turned around and left.

Of course, Desai didn't know that the reason why Miss Litisia was willing to stay and accompany the lonely Polish lady was not just the hostess' invitation, but the scene where Litisia happened to see Marie Valefska secretly wiped her tears with her handkerchief on the balcony on the second floor.

On weekdays, Miss Litisia seems to have a rough personality and innocent nature, but a few of the noble ladies who have received the influence of complicated court etiquette are not smart. Women know women best, and Miss Litisia believes that there must be some secret connection between the Polish lady and Desay.
Chapter completed!