"Your Highness--" When several guards guards guarding the courtyard, they immediately responded with excitement when they saw the two princes returning.

Especially Prince Charlie, when he heard that he had also gone to Scotland to lead the rebels to attack near Yorkshire, he became more and more excited.

After being stunned by the shouts of the servant just now, Charlie walked into the slightly shabby villa and observed slowly.

"Yeah!" Charlie smiled and responded. These people were frigid and looked frigid, in their forties and fifties, and had been with James III since childhood. They had been a firm James party member for their entire lives.

A few guards in red robes looked quite energetic, just the seam of the bears, which exposed the scene of the middle and strong dryness on the outside. When they stepped into the gate, a few sycamore trees and some flowers and plants mixed together. A pebbles trail led directly to this small courtyard, a few stone chairs, stone tables, and a small small pond fell on the left.

Compared with ordinary families, it looks pretty good, but if such an identity is combined with the identity of the British king, it is simply too big.

In England, a baron's house was larger than this; in the Pope, a knight's house was even more luxurious than this.

This courtyard, which is only about a thousand square meters, is James III, who was born in London, England and exiled to Italy. He was brought to Rome shortly after he was born, and he lived here for more than fifty years.

I remember my father, James III, who spent his whole life in this courtyard. If nothing unexpected happens, after his death, he will inherit the so-called throne and stay for the rest of his life and be supported by the church as if raising pigs.

Even because he was not born in England and the Hanover family rule became more and more stable, he could not even be regarded as the so-called British king and could only entertain himself.

This is really a process of retreating if you don’t advance. Starting from yourself, your descendants no longer enjoy aristocratic status and become civilians. What will be the way out in this era?

Thinking of this, Charlie couldn't help but feel sad for his father. The country is coming, and the powerless mantis arm is blocking the chariot, which will only gain more loss and despair.

"This deep sorrow must not appear on me!" Charlie's anger gradually dissipated, a little sympathy emerged in his heart, and his thoughts slowly calmed down.

The memories left by his predecessors were affected more and more. He was actually angry for a stranger he had just met, and it was very inexplicable.

"Charlie, my dear Charlie, you are finally back!" As soon as you entered the courtyard, you came to a hall. A strong woman in silk rushed over and hugged him directly, crying with tears in her mouth, and talking nonsense about her longing.

After several seconds, Charlie realized that this was his mother, Maria Clementina Sobeska, from Poland, the granddaughter of King John III of Poland, and had a political marriage to his father.

However, the two of them are really compatible. They are both royal families who have lost their country, so they are considered to be a match!

This is also the law that Charles was able to inherit the throne of Poland and Lithuania. Of course, Poland, which has a master of famous flowers, is not suitable for him, only America has a glimmer of hope.

"Mother, dear Maria, I'm fine, I'm back!" After a long time, Charlie pretended to be excited to leave the mother's arms, exhaled heavily, and then said.

"It's good that you're fine. Promise me, don't go to England, don't blame me for telling the truth. The Stuart family wants to rule Britain, which is less likely than to go to Poland!"

Seeing his eldest son's face was serious and healthy, the mother, who had a huge tonnage, breathed a sigh of relief. She wiped the sweat from her forehead, with a disdain on her face, and she curled her lips, as if she was talking loudly on purpose.

"Hmph, the Stuart family will definitely come to Britain. Our Stuart family is the heir to the orthodox British. Those Hanoverians are just thieves! Thieves!"

Then, an old man with gray hair and a haggard face walked out. He held a crutch and a top hat. His clothes were neat and meticulous. His expression seemed to be rigid. Only the enlarged pupils could show his anger.

This person should be the nominal King of England who was forbidden in Rome for his whole life.

"Put your orthodoxy aside! You should act on this unrealistic dream, don't let my son go. Poor man, I left me since I was a child, went to France, and participated in any battles, fought against Spain, and almost died..."

Maria widened her eyes, not giving James III any face. Her fat body seemed to have expanded a little, which was even more shocking.

"What do you know about the rogue Slavs? This is the belief and persistence of our Stuart family. As the heir to the Stuart family, Charlie has the obligation to fulfill this obligation."

The old-fashioned James III was so angry that his beard jumped and his face turned red. He was particularly angry about this fallacy.

"Mother, Father--" Charlie and Henry bent over and saluted respectfully.

"Charlie, come here!" The crutch hit the floor hard. James III said to Charlie without caring about Maria's face, and then left on his own.

Regarding the stiff relationship between the couple, physical memory told him that this was already the norm and that the drawbacks of political marriage would undoubtedly be revealed.

"I'm going!" He patted Maria's shoulder and looked at the tears on his face. Charlie felt a little moved. He hugged the mother and quickly left with his reluctant expression.

"Maria, when Charlie came back just now, he was very angry when he saw me!" The young Henry watched the father and son leave, and he looked at his mother with a puzzled look and asked.

"Hmph, it's not because of the clothes you are wearing!" Maria looked at her son's back reluctantly, glanced at her young son in black robe, and said unhappy while tidying up his loose clothes.

"Oh!" Henry nodded in confusion and glanced at the black robes. It seemed that he understood something.

Following the old-fashioned father, Charlie felt a little panicked, and felt guilty. He plagiarized the body of his son and swallowed his soul. It was simply too much.

"I am Charlie Edward Stuart, calm, don't panic-" Charlie forced himself to stabilize himself. His predecessor was not at home for several years. As he grew older, he had already changed a lot. Calm, calm...

The house was not big, and after walking for only a hundred meters, I came to a small study room, which was simple and simple.
Chapter completed!