[HP] If youth has an ageless face

Edwin La woke up in the sunny bedroom the next day, and Chatillon was missing.She supported her head and thought for a long time before she dazedly put together the memories of the night before.

Three weird guests... She raised her hand to cover her eyes and fell back on the pillow, and bounced back in a few seconds—the dress she changed was gone at the foot of the bed, and the iron mask that was casually placed on the shelf was also gone trace.Edwina didn't want to sleep anymore, she hurriedly put on her clothes and got up and went to the cloakroom, and was not surprised to find that the glass display case where the dresses were placed before was no longer in place.She rang the bell, and it didn't take long before a maid came: "Where's the clothes I changed last night?"

She waved her hands and murmured a string of French, which Edwina half understood, but the maid became more and more excited as she spoke, and even danced and danced as if trying to explain something clearly through body language.

"Okay, let's find someone who can speak English." Edwina got a headache from the quarrel, she interrupted rudely, sat down on the sofa, and the more she thought about it, the more she felt that this castle and what happened here Everything is amazingly weird.

If it wasn't for her being sober, Edwinla almost thought that everything he experienced last night was a strange dream.Especially the words of the last female guest——is the rumor about the blue beard true?Chatillon killed his first five wives?

After a while, a person who looked like a housekeeper came over: "Ma'am."

"Where did my dress go?"

She replied with a straight face, expressionless, and mechanically: "The maid who cleaned up the clothes last night accidentally let the fire in the fireplace burn the dress, and it has already been disposed of."

"It's dealt with...where did the mask go?"

"The matching masks were also destroyed, of course."

"Really?" Edwina sneered, knowing that he couldn't ask anything out of her mouth, "Where did Chatillon go?"

"I don't know, ma'am," replied the housekeeper without any leaks. "I'm only in charge of the maids."

Edwina had nothing to say, so he could only drop a sentence: "In the future, you can't touch my things without permission."

The butler didn't respond.

She left her and left the cloakroom, Blaise's door was closed, and when she pushed the door in, he saw her at a glance, smiled and ran over to hug her leg.But Edwina raised his eyebrows:

"Who allowed you to dress him up like this?"

Blaise was actually wearing the kind of classical aristocratic children's clothing that she had only seen in books and oil paintings. He was undoubtedly a beautiful boy, but those complicated and exquisite attire made him look more like a little girl with red lips and white teeth.

Femininity...strange... Edwina felt out of breath:

"Who allowed you to dress up my son like this!"

The two French nannies were not ashamed at all: "This is the traditional dress of France, madam."

"I never knew there was such a tradition in France." Edwin interrupted them sharply, "I think this is the characteristic of this castle, right?"

They looked at each other without answering for a while.

"What else did you do to my son when I didn't know?" Edwin pulled down and asked Blaise directly, "What have they done with you these two days?"

Blaise looked at her ignorantly, so Edwin made the question more specific: "Did they teach you French?"

"Teached."

"Do they usually speak English or French to you?"

"French."

"Do you speak English or French?"

"French, English... both."

"Both?" Edwina boldly guessed, "Does it mean that they will only respond to you if you speak French?"

Blaise glanced at the two nannies and nodded.

"Very well. And what storybook did they read to you?"

"Ma'am," one of the nannies finally couldn't help interrupting the conversation between the mother and the son, "Sir, we have full authority to take care of Master Brace and provide him with a reasonable education."

"Oh?" Edwina grasped the point of her words keenly, "Chatillon is your master, I am not, right? That's what you want to say——I understand." She pulled Picking up Blaise's hand, "I took my son away. I need to have a good talk with Chatillon when he comes back, especially the behavior you committed below."

"Mom," Blaise asked her, "why are you mad?"

"I'm not angry." Edwina replied briefly, and she closed the bedroom door, "Brace, tell me the details of how they took care of you these two days."

This requirement is quite difficult for children under the age of four, but fortunately, Blaise's language skills are ahead of his peers.Although he still stumbled, he managed to restore most of it——

The two nannies who only spoke French to him and read him a storybook called "Mother Goose Nursery Rhymes" were reluctant when they asked him to wear those strange clothes, but they told him to dress like this Will please adults, so he did not continue to resist.

"I see." Edwin nodded and confirmed again, "Then do you like them?"

Blaise considered it for a few brief seconds, then shook his head.

"How would you like me to find you an English nanny?" she consulted him.

Blaise demurs: "I want to stay with you, Mom?"

"Because this castle is full of Chatillon's people, I also need my own people." Edwin pulls out a piece of parchment and writes to Sylvia, although her nanny is theoretically Luo Pez's people, but she should at least be loyal to Sylvia, "If this kind of thing happens again in the future, don't be afraid, reject them, and then come and tell me."

Blaise hesitated. "Is that going to get you in trouble?"

"what?"

"Will he be unhappy?" The "he" obviously meant Chatillon.

Edwin La was surprised by Blaise's precociousness. Although he knew that Chatillon was his stepfather and had memories of Haydn and even Matthew, it was the first time she knew that he was able to think of "stepfather" and "stepson". "Awkward relationship.

"If he is not happy," Edwin dipped the quill in ink, "I can give you another father."

Edwin pulls the question bluntly over dinner: "I'm replacing Brace's nannies. I don't trust them."

Chatillon laughed in astonishment: "Advanla, I carefully selected them—"

"Brace and I don't like them," she replied, "if you don't agree I will take Blaise and move back to England immediately - we stay in France on the condition that I have 100% control over the custody of my son power, rather than being dictated by two French women."

"They disrespected you?"

"Don't digress. Respect and disrespect are secondary. I can see my status in this castle from their attitudes. In fact, I have already written to an acquaintance to find a suitable nanny for me. Now it’s just to let you know.” Edwin didn’t even touch the food on the table, she was ready to leave here at any time, she said this just to warn Chatillon that someone in England knew about her embarrassing situation, she Not alone, "Do you have a problem?"

"Of course I didn't." Chatillon's smile didn't fluctuate at all, "Edwinra, you are the mistress of this castle—"

She cut him off with a sneer.

Chatillon put down his knife and fork and took a sip of wine: "Did someone make you angry today?"

"It's not a lot, just a few." Edwinla asked back, "Where did you go during the day?"

"Just out hunting with some friends," said Chatillon. "And you? What do you do during the day?"

"Please take me with you when you go hunting next time." She ignored his question, "As the sixth mistress of the Chateau de Boulogne, I would like to see the activities of your French high society."