I have a friend who can tell fortunes

The "flower girl" opposite him sneered and drew her sword from her waist, "I, Honoré Roger de Villar, will teach you a lesson today. ☜🍪 ♣💝"

Almost all members of the Villar family were military men, and Roger was no exception. He was Major in the Bourges Legion and had some courage.

"No!" Emily cried out in alarm, "Stop it!"

However, once the two young men drew their swords, all they could hope for was each other's blood.

Andre launched the first attack, thrusting his Rapier straight at his opponent's ribs.

Roger slammed his sword down hard, pressing the tip of his sword against the ground, and then thrust it towards the man's calf.

Andre had been on the battlefield and seen blood, so his reaction in life-or-death situations was extremely fast. He immediately took a step back and slashed upwards with the blade of his sword.

Roger hurriedly dodged, seemingly not expecting this low-ranking officer to be so skilled with a sword. He immediately perked up and quickened his movements.

In the flowerbeds of the Courtyard, the "Red-Dressed Noblewoman" and the "flower seller" darted back and forth amidst the flashing swords, locked in a fierce and evenly matched battle.

Joseph peered out from behind the tree. He could sense that Andre had the upper hand, but the light was dim, and he was worried that if he wasn't careful...

A series of thoughts flashed through his mind.

First and foremost, we must not allow the future Marshal Davout's brother to die here.

Secondly, Emily and her daughter were clearly being bullied, and their family fortune was about to be robbed. Emily was Andre's sweetheart, so it would be unreasonable not to help the young couple.

Moreover, if Emily marries Andre, with my help, she will surely be able to regain the power that belongs to Duke of Villars. The Villar Family is extremely influential in Moulins's army, and they may become a great help to me in the future.

"Stop fighting... Andre, be careful--" Emily cried as she looked at the two duelists, then suddenly ran forward, reaching out to stop them.

Both men were startled and hurriedly sheathed their swords.

However, Roger reacted a little too slowly, and the tip of the sword grazed the girl's arm.

"Ouch!" Emily cried out in pain, looking down to see a one-finger-wide wound on her arm.

Roger paused for a moment, then immediately put on a show of concern, patting the girl's chest, and said, "Oh, dear Emily! I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to!"

Andre, startled, grabbed his beloved's hand, stammering, "W-how are you? Are you badly hurt? Why did you suddenly rush over...?"

Seeing this, Joseph stepped out from behind the tree, Eman quickly stepped in front of him, saying to the two men with swords, "Please put away your weapons!"

Perna quickly opened her small Trunk, took out her tools, and went to treat Emily's wounds. Seeing that the injury wasn't serious, she breathed a sigh of relief.

Seeing the arrival of outsiders and Emily's injury, Roger knew the fight was over. He wiped his sweat, sheathed his sword, and went to Emily away. "Hmph, he's lucky. Emily, let's go back to dancing."

Joseph suddenly said coldly, "Sir, why do you want Mr. Rada's fiancée?"

"What did you say? Davout's? Haha!" Roger didn't recognize the cross-dressing Crown Prince and immediately let out a mocking laugh. "I don't know who you are. However, he will never be able to climb into the Duke of Villars's family."

"Really?" Joseph smiled. "Then let's make a bet."

Roger stopped in his tracks. "Oh? What are we betting on?"

"If Davout and Duke of Villars are engaged tomorrow, you will kiss his boots in public," Joseph said. "If they are not engaged tomorrow, then Davout will kiss your boots."

"This won't do..." Andre was startled and quickly tried to stop him, but then he saw the young man winking at him.

Joseph pointed to Eman and said, "Davout, please believe my friend; he is skilled in Divination. He just accurately divined that you will be engaged to this young lady tomorrow."

Eman: "..."

Andre felt the voice was somewhat familiar, and exclaimed in surprise, "It's the King..."

Joseph immediately interrupted him with a forceful cough, "Ahem! What do you two think about this bet?"

Although Andre had no idea what to expect, since the Crown Prince had spoken, he gritted his teeth and nodded, saying, "I agree."

Roger scoffed, "Fine, I'll bet with you."

"Alright, please give each other a high five." Joseph then gestured to the crowd, "Everyone here is a witness, and I hope you will all remain impartial."

Roger didn't take it seriously at all, casually high- Davout, and then strode away.

Andre wanted to ask the Crown Prince about his plans, but the latter said, "I won't disturb the precious time of lovers any longer. See you tomorrow."

He had no choice but to suppress his doubts and watch the three of them leave.

Emily then remembered something and quickly waved to Perna's retreating figure, saying, "Thank you for treating my wound. May I ask your name?"

Receiving no reply, she sighed softly, turned around, and hugged Andre tightly, thinking that this might be their last time together.

After walking for a while, Perna asked Joseph curiously, "Your Highness, how do you plan to get Miss Emily and Davout engaged?"

Joseph smiled slightly, "I will try to persuade Miss Emily's mother."

"Persuade?"

Joseph gestured towards the Hall of Mirrors: "Let's go, let's go find her now."

When the three returned to the Hall of Mirrors, the ball was reaching its climax, and everyone was dancing gracefully to the music.

Fearing an attack, Joseph stood in a corner and told Eman to go find Emily's mother.

No sooner had Eman left than a young man in a sequined dress approached, looked Joseph up and down, then slipped a note into his hand and pointed to the woman dressed as a scholar standing on the second-floor platform of the Hall of Mirrors: "She asked me to give this to you."

Joseph glanced suspiciously at the alluring woman, then opened the note. It contained only one line. "I know your biggest secret. If you want it kept secret, come to the second room at the far east end of the second floor of the South Hall."

The note was written by Madame de Sambelange, who was well-versed in the art of attracting men.

Usually, writing "I admire you" like a young girl, or "I want to spend the night with you" like a dissolute Noblewoman, won't have a high success rate.

She knew that no one could resist a secret.

Especially the secret of how others know my secret.

She smiled smugly.

She was absolutely confident that once that thirteen-year-old boy entered her room, he wouldn't want to leave!

Joseph frowned. His biggest secret?

Of course, it's about me coming from another world.

Could it be that the woman was also from another time?

Thinking of this, he immediately turned around and left the Hall of Mirrors, heading towards the South Hall.

On the other side of the Hall of Mirrors, a young man dressed as a fairy watched Joseph's departing figure and narrowed his eyes: The Crown Prince has already left twice, abandoning hundreds of Nobility ladies here. What is he doing?

After a moment's hesitation, he immediately leaped and followed.

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