Life of Being a Crown Prince in France-Chapter 1475 - 1381: The 250 Plan

Viscount Frey saw his sister’s flushed face and caught a whiff of alcohol, frowning as he said, "Soleil, you must have drunk the poor wine sold by the street vendors at 1 sou per cup...

"Bernice, quickly help Miss back."

"I’m not drunk." Soleil shook off the maid’s hand and shouted, "I’m not leaving, everyone is celebrating the Crown Prince’s wedding, I want to keep dancing!"

Viscount Frey was suddenly at a loss for what to do.

He had never been able to handle his strong-willed sister, and not long ago, he almost got dismissed over the "Bern Senator being deceived at the Palace of Versailles" incident. Fortunately, his sister brought those three Swiss people to meet the Crown Prince, saving him from punishment.

Since then, he found it even harder to maintain his elder brother’s dignity in front of Soleil.

Soleil twirled twice to the music’s rhythm, then suddenly faltered, her head drooping as she walked to her brother, taking a deep breath and saying, "You are right, perhaps I should get married...

"Let’s go home. I will try my best to leave a good impression on Count Hilvira."

Without a steam railcar in operation at midnight, the siblings sat in a bumpy carriage, each gazing at the partying crowds outside.

Viscount Frey broke the silence, saying, "Oh, by the way, your bonus arrived at home this afternoon, totaling 8,000 francs."

Soleil first sent evidence of corruption against the vice-dean of the Abbey of Saint-Germain-des-Prés to the Official Investigation Bureau, earning a 3,000 franc reward, and later received personal praise from the Crown Prince for "assisting the troubled Bern Senator."

"You should keep it..."

Soleil nodded absentmindedly, recalling the scene where the Crown Prince awarded her the Medal of Distinguished Service.

Those blue eyes seemed to hold an entire sky.

She wished she could live beneath that sky forever.

"Stop the carriage!"

She knocked on the carriage, shouting, then jumped out.

The next morning, Thierry, also known as "Courage," and a few young noblemen from The Brotherhood, returned to the stronghold laughing and chatting after a night of dancing.

As soon as he opened the door, he saw the Grand Master "Tulip" slumped over the table, half-empty wine bottles beside her. 𝓯𝙧𝓮𝓮𝒘𝓮𝙗𝙣𝒐𝒗𝒆𝓵.𝓬𝓸𝒎

The group exchanged surprised glances.

"Courage" stepped forward carefully and gently patted her, "What are you doing here, are you okay?"

Soleil raised her head, her tear-streaked face filled with grievance and reluctance, "I’ve fallen in love with him... What should I do?"

The noble youths glanced at each other again, "Um, can we help you?"

...

North Suburb of Paris.

In an inconspicuous villa, a young man with tousled hair and lively eyes tossed the cards in his hand onto the table, then raked in the money from in front of the two others.

The handsome blond man across from him immediately wailed, "Three Aces again?"

A slightly plump middle-aged man loudly accused, "Fuer Jie, you’ve already won tens of thousands of francs from us today, you must be cheating!"

The young man’s eyes, which had been clear and bright just now, turned instantly sharp as he lunged forward, a dagger gleaming coldly at the middle-aged man’s throat.

"You’d better watch what you say. If I were cheating, your money would all be in my pocket by now."

Cold sweat beaded on the middle-aged man’s forehead as he repeatedly waved his hand, "Don’t be angry, I was just joking..."

Fuer Jie retracted the dagger, smiling brightly again, "That’s better. Let’s continue to bet."

The blond youth was about to deal the cards when a short man burst in waving a few newspapers and shouting, "Look, we’re in luck!"

Fuer Jie turned his head to him, "Have you found a new target?"

"What are you talking about?" The short man’s grin stretched wide, "The King has pardoned us and is even going to grant us nobility!"

Fuer Jie frowned, grabbed a newspaper, and saw the headline — His Majesty the Merciful King has decided to pardon the clever gentleman.

The article explained that due to the "strange case" faced by the Bern Senator, who inadvertently came to the Palace of Versailles, Bern State successfully joined France. The Crown Prince was very satisfied with the new province in eastern France and requested His Majesty to pardon those involved in the fraud case, even considering granting them a title for their contribution.

The pardon document content was attached below, along with Louis XVI’s signature.

"Haha, this is great!" The blond youth unabashedly displayed his joy.

Fuer Jie carefully verified, seeing that the pardon document indeed stated, "Pardon the fraud charge of the person who cheated Count Erlach and others out of tens of thousands of francs, and dismiss all accusations, without retrieving the involved funds."

The newspaper contents were consistent across the board.

The short man rubbed his hands, "Should we go to the Palace of Versailles?"

Fuer Jie glared at him, "Calm down, let’s wait and see for a while."

Indeed, this group of four was the fraud team that cheated Earl Erlach out of 400,000 francs.

The principle of "the most dangerous place is the safest" had kept them staying in Paris without leaving.

The next day, they saw the news that the Crown Prince was publicly bestowing honors on Miss Frey, who had helped the Swiss. The newspaper also stated that the Crown Prince emphasized Bern’s voluntary joining significantly uplifted France’s image.

Two days later, Fuer Jie and others disguised and went to the Palace of Versailles, where they witnessed the Crown Prince awarding that woman the Medal of Distinguished Service.

Afterward, they saw the King’s signed pardon document at the square entrance.

In a small tavern in the New Paris District, the short man whispered excitedly, "All Parisians saw the pardon document; if it were fake, it would cause ridicule for the Royal Family."

The blond youth nodded, "If we really obtain titles, the rest of our lives will be completely different!"

The short man added, "There’s been no police investigation related to fraud recently, I think it must be true."

Fuer Jie bought a copy of the "Paris Commercial News" from a passing newsboy and saw the article "The Government Calls on the Heroes of ’Promoting Union’" on it.

Frowning in thought, considering the Royal Family’s prestige and honor, along with endorsements from multiple sectors including French judiciary and diplomacy, it’s been publicly promoted for so long, it’s likely there won’t be any issues.

He looked at the short man, "Tangji, you head to the Palace of Versailles to check things out first."

In the room next to the Crown Prince’s bedroom, Joseph was eating breakfast, instinctively rubbing his dark circles, whispering to Alexandra across from him, "Tonight we mustn’t stay up until midnight again."

The latter’s cheeks instantly flushed, but she soon showed a sweet smile, "Mm, as you say."

After breakfast, Eman approached immediately, bowing, "Your Highness, Viscount Besancon sends word, ’250’ has been caught."

Indeed, Joseph’s method of instructing the Police Headquarters director to catch the fraudster was based on King Qi’s strategy for uncovering Su Qin’s murderer, with the operation codenamed "Plan 250."