[Comprehensive Book] A Rose for Catherine

If you ask how it feels to be called out by your pseudonym in public, Catherine has the honor to answer.

When a beautiful and graceful young woman's voice called out "Miss Ryan Upton" beside her with a smile, Catherine was so frightened that several letters scattered in her hand. She didn't have time to react and was stunned. He pinched the letter blankly and looked at the person coming.

The young woman's female companion has already picked up her letter and handed it to Catherine. Catherine took it in a daze, and looked at the two of them implying inquiry. She didn't know where she was, and she just exposed her identity .

Catherine managed to calm down and wanted to say something to ease the stagnant atmosphere. The young lady with curly blonde hair tilted her head and smiled softly: "Why don't we go up and talk in detail? In order to wait for Your Excellency to show up, I will wait for you to show up." Spent a week at this hotel."

She played with the fan inlaid with white feathers in her hand, her tone was gentle and approachable, but it didn't mean to ask.Perhaps it was because of her status that she naturally didn't have to wrong herself to seek other people's opinions, and there was still a faint sense of order in her words.

Catherine nodded, followed the pace of the young woman, secretly guessing her identity.

The young woman's female companion was a step behind them, with a respectful expression, as if she was used to it.Normally, squires don't have so many rules, but the nobles in the upper circles of London are very particular about these etiquettes.

Catherine saw that the female companion was well-dressed, that the accessories on her body were not like the cheap items that could be bought casually on the street, and there was even a pattern similar to the family mark on the inconspicuous part of the collar, so she guessed that the female companion's status was not low.Then the young woman beside her easily found out her carefully guarded identity, maybe she was the daughter of some king and duke——

Her eyelids twitched, and she secretly let out a long breath.It never occurred to her that a little country gentleman's daughter could have anything to do with the big men in London.If she had to say it herself, she would not want to deal with these nobles. No matter what era, dealing with the ruling class would not be an easy task.

Even a person like Brett who has no titles to inherit and never intentionally reveals his aristocratic status made Catherine subconsciously wary—at first she was a little worried that if Lydia rejected him, he would do something to him. Something to force people with power.

But Catherine knew that she couldn't say no easily, so she could only raise her spirits to deal with the next situation.

Fortunately, this young noble lady has a very kind attitude, and her attitude towards Catherine is like meeting an ordinary new friend, with curiosity and inquiry in her eyes, without malice.

She invited Catherine to sit down, and asked her companion to leave room for the two of them for now.The female companion hesitated for a moment after receiving this order, and looked at Catherine worriedly, as if she was afraid that she would plot something wrong, and finally she bowed her knees and walked outside with her skirt in her hands.

The young noble lady said her name first: "Charlotte, you can call me Charlotte. To be fair, dear Ms. Upton, can you tell me my real name?"

"Catherine Bennet. Miss, my name," said Catherine without hesitation, "you just said you had been waiting for me at this hotel for a week--with all due respect I don't know why you are looking for--a An unknown little man?"

"Miss Catherine, you don't have to underestimate yourself. Your talent is obvious to all in England." Charlotte said slowly, "As for the reason why I must look for you, please wait a moment—"

She stood up and took out a folded newspaper from the wooden cabinet in the hotel room under Catherine's puzzled and curious eyes.

It was a weekly newspaper published only in London, "LiteratureCriticis.m", which mainly focused on literary issues and was very popular among ladies and gentlemen. Mr. Bennet also subscribed to its newspaper for a whole year.An advertisement for Catherine's "custom novel" was once published in a certain issue of this newspaper.

Charlotte came across this advertisement by chance, and she just recently read the works of "Lyan Upton" on the recommendation of others, and became interested in the author, and because of some other reasons, she urged her to come to the advertisement in person. Missing at 142 Rosvino Street.She had thought that "Ryann Upton" lived on this street, but after sneaking up with her girlfriend, she discovered that the address was just a hotel, and the writer she wanted to meet didn't live here at all.

Charlotte's curiosity was more and more aroused, she simply booked a room in the hotel for half a month, and asked people to pay attention to it all the time, and she would come over to see it in person whenever she was free, unexpectedly, she was really called on this day The morning came—Charlotte, who had stayed at the hotel the night before, had been hurrying back to her own lodgings this morning, so that her father and mother would not notice her sneaking out, saw Catherine as soon as she came out of the room. walk in.

Charlotte decided to stay a little longer and take a look at the situation.

This is the fate given by God.Charlotte thought happily.

Charlotte's snow-white and slender fingers pointed to the page where Catherine advertised: "This is why I want to see you, Miss Catherine. I think this kind of thing must be difficult to explain in a letter for a while, and it is better to discuss it in person. Do you agree?"

Catherine nodded.

Naturally, face-to-face communication is better, but she asked interested parties to send letters to her in order not to reveal her identity. As a woman, she will inevitably receive some criticism and disapproval in the current British literary world, but the other party sat down to her It's meaningless to continue to conceal your identity.

"I intend to invite you to write a novel." Charlotte sat upright with an elegant demeanor, "Before you make a decision, please let me tell you a story, if you are willing to accept my For the invitation, I will pay you five hundred pounds in advance, and I will pay you another thousand pounds after writing."

five hundred pounds!

a thousand pounds!

Catherine's heart beat fast, and she suppressed the little joy in her heart: "Please tell me."

Such a high salary means that the other party's request is not simple, but for such a large sum of pounds, Catherine is willing to give it a try.

"Miss Catherine, do you know the Lord Regent and his wife?"

Charlotte asked softly.

"I've heard it a little bit." Catherine nodded. "Ten years ago, His Excellency the Prince Regent married Princess Caroline of Brunswick, but their relationship... I heard it was not very good."

"Not too good" is already quite a euphemism. In fact, His Excellency the Regent and Princess Caroline are almost at odds with each other. They married for political interests and had never met before their engagement. Emotional discord has spread among the people.

Charlotte didn't care about Catherine's words, because what she said was indeed true, and she even added a royal secret to Catherine.

"Before marrying Princess Caroline, His Excellency the Prince Regent, who was the crown prince, once secretly married a widow. He fell in love with her at first sight and lived with her for ten years, but His Majesty the King did not approve of the marriage. His Excellency the Regent did not have enough For his annuity, he promised to marry Princess Caroline. Before the engagement, he had only seen a portrait of Princess Caroline - you know court painters always paint royals better than themselves When he actually saw Princess Caroline, His Excellency the Regent was very disappointed, and Princess Caroline was the same, the portrait she saw was far from that of Her Majesty the Regent."

"And so the marriage is over."

Charlotte said coldly about the inevitable desperation of this marriage, and her tone was tinged with ridicule for whom she did not know.

Catherine was thoughtful. The couple suffered from "photo cheating" and "online dating". Maybe there is no "online dating" yet, and they are both noble people who do not bow their heads to others, so they easily entered a deadlock.She secretly sighed, and heard Charlotte ask her: "What do you think of the marriage between His Excellency the Regent and Princess Caroline?"

Catherine said: "As a prince and princess, not being able to get a divorce is very painful for everyone. Maybe the court painter would like to be honest, and Princess Caroline would not choose to marry."

She was very restrained in speaking, and she was careful not to reveal her truest views easily.

"The initiative of this marriage is not in the hands of Princess Caroline." Charlotte looked bewildered, not knowing why she was sighing and regretting.

"Perhaps in this marriage, the deception of the court painter's portrait is God's only mercy to Caroline." Charlotte said sarcastically.

It was precisely because the portrait was a huge scam that Caroline didn't like him after meeting the former Crown Prince and now the Regent.That was the only good thing about this whole unhappy political marriage.

"So what do you want me to do by telling me this story?"

Catherine asked calmly.

"I hope you write a novel from the perspective of Princess Caroline, and look at this marriage from her perspective." Charlotte did not continue to procrastinate, and directly stated her intentions, "Of course, you have to hide your real name. , after all, this is a shameful scandal."

"Why do you think I can write such a story? I have never met Princess Caroline and know only what you have just told me about her."

Charlotte smiled gently, and did not directly answer her question: "I have read your book, Miss Catherine, and I can see that you are a very kind person, especially to women. This kind of kindness is other It is difficult for male writers to achieve. The kindness and kindness of men is always different from that of women. This is why I can be sure that you are the writer I am looking for as soon as you come in. I think if I am looking for someone to write If this story comes out, it must be you."

In passing, she explained how she had recognized Catherine.It did not occur to Catherine at all, it did not occur to her at all that anyone could determine from the words of her two books that she was a woman.

Catherine was surprised and a little at a loss for what to say.

Charlotte could see the anxiety in her heart, and comforted Catherine: "Don't worry, I'm afraid no one but me can see that 'Ryan Appleton' is an extraordinary lady, and they all think you are A gentleman. But I guessed wrong, I really didn't think you were such a young lady at first, I thought you would be more mature at your age."

Catherine twitched the corners of her lips in embarrassment, and reluctantly accepted Charlotte's words.

"Then, Miss Catherine, are you willing to accept my commission?"

Charlotte asked with a smile.

For fifteen hundred pounds, Catherine agreed without much hesitation: "I will do my best."

"Thank you very much." Charlotte smiled brighter and sincerely than before, "Although I really want to talk to you for a while, but I have to go back. My girlfriend will leave you the address , you can write to me at that time, and you can tell me any doubts about the writing process, and I will do my best to answer for you. As for the reward... Alice, please come in."

Charlotte shouted, and her female companion hurried over.

"Alice, please pay Miss Catherine a deposit of [-] pounds, and leave a contactable address for Miss Catherine."

"Yes." Alice lifted her skirt and knelt again respectfully, then turned to Catherine and said, "Miss Catherine, please follow me here."

Catherine looked at the two of them, hesitated for a moment, but decided to put aside her face, "...Miss Charlotte, can I borrow your place to read these letters for a while, I have no way to take them all back."

Charlotte was stunned for a moment, but couldn't help laughing: "Of course."

"Thank you for your generosity." Catherine breathed a sigh of relief. After Alice took out ten banknotes with a face value of fifty pounds and handed them to her, the two noble ladies left, and Catherine stayed to browse these quickly. letter. ①

Among the [-] or [-] letters, few really had the intention of "custom writing". One of them made a bunch of weird requests, one wanted a philosophy book that could answer all doubts, and one was written by Charlotte. Just in case, there was only one letter left in the end, asking her to write a detective story that was bizarre and absurd and could not exist in reality but was true.

Catherine didn't read these letters carefully. She took out the "Detective Fiction" letter and several other letters that were barely related to custom-made writing, and prepared to take them back to write replies to these letters. The rest were still temporarily stored in the hotel. , and then take it away when you find the right time.

When she returned to Brett's mansion, just in time for breakfast to start, Lydia complained and asked her where she was, and she didn't see anyone so early in the morning?Catherine answered calmly that she had gone for a walk in the neighborhood for a while, and went to the other side of the street, but she almost lost her way by accident.

Lydia didn't doubt her, she just put on airs like a big sister and told her not to go out alone, lest she lose herself one day and don't know.

Bright conversed warmly with Mr. Gardner, with a natural demeanor as if he hadn't proposed at all last night, while Lydia, instead, stared guiltily at her plate all breakfast, trying to avoid Bright. Sight.

After breakfast, Brett took the initiative to look for Catherine, and Catherine realized that he was not as calm as he appeared, and even felt a little indescribably angry and gritted his teeth in the face of Catherine, but for some reason she had to hold back.

Catherine looked a little amused.

She knowingly asked: "Mr. Brett, you seem to be in a bad mood early in the morning?"

Bright admitted: "Yes."

Catherine was stunned this time.

"May I ask, Miss Kitty, what exactly did you talk to Lydia last night?" Brett recalled the conversation with Lydia in the morning, feeling extremely helpless, "She found me on purpose this morning."

"Huh?" Catherine tilted her head.

Brett gritted his teeth: "And then she rejected my marriage proposal."

"why?"

Catherine put away the expression of listening to the joke, showing surprise, and was shocked by Lydia's decision.

Lydia was beyond her imagination of what she could do, and Catherine thought that her obvious interest in Brett would not refuse the marriage.

Brett also couldn't figure out why, he planned this marriage proposal because he had the certainty that Lydia liked him. He was originally full of ambitions, but after only one night, the direction of things was completely out of his control.

"She said she would wait for you to find someone you like before you consider getting married." Brett frowned. He thought it was something the two sisters had agreed in private or that Catherine was dissatisfied with his sister's choice of wife, but judging from the current situation, it was not the case. so.

The two looked at each other.

Catherine finally said with difficulty: "Didn't you tell her that you can only be engaged for the time being?"

Brett was silent, and after a long while Fang said quietly: "Before I had time to say anything, she refused me and ran away." Then Brett didn't find a chance to talk to Lydia alone before the whole breakfast. "No wonder..." Catherine murmured.

No wonder Lydia felt so guilty at breakfast.

She rubbed between her brows helplessly: "I'll ask her." It was clear that Lydia had a crush on Brett, and Catherine was ready for Lydia to agree.

"Thank you."

Brett thanked politely.

"correct."

When Catherine turned around and was about to leave, she suddenly remembered the young noble lady she met at the hotel. Perhaps a noble young man like Brett would know her, so she tentatively asked Brett, "Mr. Brett, do you know her?" Is there a lady named Charlotte among the dignified persons?"

Catherine had a vague guess about Charlotte's identity, but she knew too little to be sure.

Brett thought carefully for her: "There are quite a few ladies named Charlotte in London, but the most prominent among them, the most famous in London is the daughter of His Excellency the Regent, Princess Charlotte."②

—Her Royal Highness Princess Charlotte.

Catherine felt a little unreal about stepping on a cloud, and it took her half a minute to let herself accept this reality.

The guess in her heart has been implicitly confirmed-Princess Charlotte of Wales, the only daughter of the Regent and Princess Caroline, when the current regent succeeds to the throne as George IV, Her Royal Highness will become the throne of England The first in line of succession, the future Crown Prince His Royal Highness.

And judging by the Prince Regent and Princess Caroline she's talking about, it won't be anyone else.

Seeing this, Brett couldn't help being surprised: "What's the matter? Why did you suddenly ask such a thing?"

Brett was skeptical, but cautiously didn't ask any further questions.

Catherine waved her hand: "It's nothing, I met a lady named Charlotte nearby when I was walking today, she... has a very different temperament. Forget it, let me ask Lydia first..."

Brett naturally cared more about "Lydia" than "Charlotte", immediately put "Charlotte" aside, and smiled politely at Catherine: "Please, Miss Kitty."

Catherine found Lydia in the small garden outside the mansion. She was humming a song and sitting on an iron rocking chair in the garden, holding a book of London fashion indicators in her hand.

Catherine sat down opposite her: "Lydia, are you rejecting Mr. Bright's marriage proposal because of me? He just came to me to talk about it—"

"Why can't he hide anything?" Lydia immediately complained after hearing this, looking very dissatisfied with him.

Catherine sighed, "I don't think he should keep this from us, Lydia, I hope you reject him because you don't like him, not for me. What if I never like anyone in my life? You Do you want to stay with me forever?"

Lydia's eyes widened: "Kitty, don't you plan to get married for the rest of your life? Mom will be very anxious!"

Catherine: Honey, you really know the point.

She blinked, and simply confessed her plan: "If we can support ourselves, then getting married is not necessary for us."

"But you can support yourself?" Lydia looked at her suspiciously. "Kitty, you don't even think about how much you should spend on anything!"

Catherine exasperated: "I just can't figure out why the price of the white ribbon is different from the blue ribbon!"

Lydia pouted: "You can't tell the price of linen from cotton."

"These are not important, hey, look!" Catherine handed the bank notes that Princess Charlotte gave her today to Lydia, neatly ten.

Lydia herself didn't have such a large denomination of British pounds, but she saw it at Mr. Bennet's place, her eyes widened, and she muttered: "Kitty, fake. The money will be dragged and shot! You Can't do that! If you need money, I can temporarily lend you my pocket money."

"No, they are real." Catherine struggled to explain to Lydia what she had been doing for the past two years before finally convincing Lydia that she did not counterfeit banknotes.

Lydia fell into thought: "So you really don't plan to get married for the rest of your life?"

"Maybe, maybe not." Catherine thought for a while and replied to Lydia, "If one day I meet someone I like very much, maybe I will want to get married. Lydia, I tell you this in the hope that you Don't change your mind because of me. I want you to be as good as you want me to be."

Although Catherine and Elizabeth agree on many things, the closest to her is Lydia, the youngest. They are inseparable, intimate, and share all joys and sorrows with each other. .

After accepting the fact that her sister had transformed into a well-known writer in London, Lydia excitedly counted Catherine's new five hundred pounds.

"It's a lot of money, and I can live comfortably on a hundred pounds a year. Kitty, it's very kind of you. You'll be fine, too, even if papa doesn't leave us alone."

She was genuinely happy for Catherine.

"Don't worry! I will keep it a secret for you, and no one will know that you have such a large sum of money. But mother may feel sad because you don't get married." Lydia thought of Mrs. Bennet's tone slightly lost.

"I'll persuade mom when the time comes, don't worry." Catherine comforted her gently, "but what about you, we were talking about your problem. Without my worries, what do you think of Mr. Bright's marriage proposal? Li Dia?"

Lydia thought for a long time slowly, and to Catherine's surprise she shook her head and said: "I still can't say yes to his proposal. I looked into his library yesterday, Kitty, and he said he had read the books in it." More than two-thirds, but I haven't read any of those books."

Lydia looked a little sleepy, "I don't want to become like my parents in the future."

The marriage between Mrs. Bennet and Mr. Bennet, which seemed to be in harmony with each other, left a deep impression on Lydia. When she was young, Mr. Bennet admired Mrs. Bennet’s beauty, while Mrs. Bennet wanted to find a rich man. Contributing to this marriage that has tortured each other for more than [-] years.Even Mr. Bennet doesn't like her who resembles her mother, and Mrs. Bennet doesn't like Elizabeth, whose personality is exactly the same as Mr. Bennet's, which has almost become a tacit fact at home.

Lydia has always been afraid that they will come to the same point as their parents.

Brett and her are like the epitome of the Bennets when they were young.

When Catherine heard Lydia's words, she couldn't say a word. She didn't think that Lydia was worried about this before, but she had to admit that Lydia's worries were justified.After the initial passion of love has faded, what is left of the Bennets in their marriage?

She lowered her eyelashes and put her arms around Lydia, patting her on the back lightly.

She didn't know how to solve this future reality that might or might not happen, so she could only comfort Lydia silently.

After about a quarter of an hour, Lydia suddenly raised her head from Catherine's shoulders, her eyes sparkling: "Kitty, I figured it out! I want to make money like you, and I want to be better! In this way, I We can talk more with Brett—”

She raised her head again: "Then how can I make money? I can't write a book like you... Yes, I can sell skirts. We can sell my designs like you said last time." To the people of London. Kitty, we'll wait... no, we're going to visit the mansion today, we'll ask the tailor tomorrow!"

Catherine wasn't sure if it was a sudden idea or she had made up her mind, but her sister had the idea, and of course she readily agreed: "Okay, okay, we'll go tomorrow. But Lydia, mother will be sad to lose a rich man."

She draws out her voice, joking like Lydia.Lydia threw herself on her and covered Catherine's mouth, saying, "The sons-in-law won't give mother any money anyway, and she won't be sad when I earn a lot of money, she will be happy for us!"

"...so that's how things are." Catherine clasped her fingers on her knees, "Our parents' marriage was not very happy, maybe most of the marriages nowadays are like this. Endless boredom is left. Lydia doesn't want to live like our parents."

"She is trying to get better. No matter what the future holds, I'm glad that your presence made her willing to start thinking about making herself better."

Catherine hesitated for half a minute, and added the last words selfishly: "If you want, you can wait for her."

Brett's brows were heavy, and he couldn't see what he was thinking. Catherine sat quietly, waiting for his final answer.

Brett smiled very lightly in the silence: "Actually, I know what kind of person your mother is. To be honest, I don't think highly of people like Mrs. Bennet. She didn't come this time, but I invited Mr. Gardner, I just hope that there will be elders to be witnesses to witness my marriage proposal. I was very sure about this marriage proposal. My family background and my personality have proved that marrying me will be a very good marriage. , I will not get rejected. But Lydia's actions tell me that I am very disrespectful in making this decision, and that I don't know her as well as I thought."

"Lydia is a very, very nice girl. As for Miss Kitty, you said you wished me to wait for her, when in fact I should have begged her to wait for me."

Brett stood up, put his hands on his heart, and bowed slightly to Catherine.

"Thank you, Miss Kitty."

Catherine propped her chin and thought for a while, revealing a shallow and fleeting smile.

It seemed that this time she really wanted a brother-in-law.

Lydia's idea of ​​pulling Catherine to a London tailor's shop fell through, because the next day it rained heavily and the family was trapped in Uncle Gardner's house and could not go out.

Jane and her uncle and aunt's family agreed that they would go back to Longborn together after they had dined with their new business partner and finalized some contractual matters.

Aunt Gardner was planning to choose an exquisite Christmas gift for several nieces, and she was somewhat regretful that Mary did not come to London with her.

Uncle Gardner was full of praise for Mr. Bright, and by the way asked him about the preferences of many London nobles, and praised his nieces about his character.It's a pity that Mr. Gardner didn't know that Mr. Bright, whom he praised so much, had proposed marriage to her youngest niece, otherwise he probably wouldn't have said this.

Yes, no one except Catherine and Lydia themselves knew that Brett had proposed.But it was also so that Mrs. Bennet would not blame them.

Catherine finally found time to take out the letter asking her to write a detective novel and read it several times, making sure that the person who wrote the letter was not serious enough to make the letter look more like a prank .Catherine thought about the letter writer's request, and thought that she could not write a satisfactory work with her professional knowledge, so she planned to decline it tactfully like the other letters.

Fortunately, Princess Charlotte took the initiative to come to the door, otherwise Catherine would think that her advertisement was a waste of pounds.

It did not take Catherine much time to write the reply, which she had done lightly before dinner, and then went into the drawing-room.At this time, the rain had stopped, but the ground was wet and the sky was still cloudy, making it inconvenient to travel.A few sisters sat around Aunt Gardner, listening to her talk about some London fashions and new trends from the European continent.

At this time, everyone pursues the trend of Paris. Even though England and France look down on each other, England still pursues the trend passed down from France.

Seeing Lydia listening seriously, Catherine guessed that she was preparing for her "career".She took a seat near the fire and intervened in the domestic conversation.

Before 03:30, Mr. Gardner came in with a letter. He looked a little strange and said to his wife and nieces in the house: "We are going to have dinner with a guest tonight."

Mrs. Gardner asked what was the matter.

It turned out that Mr. Gardner's partner, Mr. Owen Leonard, wrote in a letter saying that because he was going back to the north of England to spend Christmas with his family recently, he advanced the time of the visit and agreed to have dinner with them tonight.

"We're not prepared at all." Mrs. Gardner worried.

Mr. Gardner folded the letter paper: "In this case, we will start preparing dinner now, and the guests will arrive at about five o'clock."

Mrs. Gardner replied to him: "The kitchen has already started preparations, but maybe there are no dishes that suit Mr. Leonard's appetite."

"It doesn't matter, anyway, our purpose is not to eat." Mr. Gardner said.

Aunt Gardner then went to the kitchen to supervise and direct and help, leaving only the Bennet ladies in the living room.

Jane looked at her younger sisters worriedly: "Will we have any problems together?"

Elizabeth shook her hand: "No, my uncle must have mentioned this in the correspondence."

Lydia rolled her eyes, wondering what she was thinking.

Catherine didn't feel anything. After all, she wasn't going to do business with that gentleman, and it wasn't something she should worry about.She sank lazily on the soft sofa, resting her elbows on the armrests, taking a nap with her eyes closed by the warm stove, thinking about and sorting out the big surprise that Her Royal Highness Princess Charlotte brought her.

She has to think carefully about which angle to write this story from.She had to be worthy of the fifteen hundred pounds Charlotte had paid her.

At four o'clock, the rain began to fall again, and Mr. Gardner was pacing up and down the living room. In this weather, I only hope that Mr. Leonard will not ride a horse when he goes out.

Jane was sitting by the window reading a book, when she suddenly heard a rustle outside, followed by the neighing of a horse, which was drowned in the rain.

She stood up involuntarily, and looked out the window. Through layers of rain curtains, she only saw a figure falling into the heavy rain on the street not far away, including a man and a horse.

Mr. Gardiner also heard the movement, and said: "Let the footman invite him to come to our house for a while to shelter from the rain."

After a while, the servant led the people out of the door. Catherine happened to glance out of the window at this time, her eyes widened in surprise: "It seems to be Mr. Bingley."

Now the two eldest ladies of the Bennet family couldn't sit still, they looked at each other, they didn't expect to meet their old friends in this situation.

When Mr. Gardner heard this name from his niece for the first time, he was surprised: "Do you know this gentleman?"

The author has something to say: [Xiu Zi, I will never understand Ah Jin's strange blocking point. 】

①: British banknotes appeared in 1702. Hundreds of counterfeit banknote makers were executed in the 1725th century. Large-denomination banknotes were not used in normal times. At that time, banknotes were called bank notes. Beginning in 20, England Banks are beginning to experiment with partially printing banknotes with fixed denominations, ranging from a minimum of £90 to a maximum of £[-].All that was given to Catherine here were banknotes of fifty pounds face value.

②: Princess Charlotte of Wales, George IV is the only daughter of the current Prince Regent and Princess Caroline in the article. If you are interested in relevant information, you can search it yourself.Because there is very little information that can be found, most of Princess Charlotte's settings are private.