330: 323 Pauline Hero Entry 330: 323 Pauline Hero Entry Anning was chatting with Christina when Vanni ca in: “All the preparations are done, you two stop chatting, it’s about to start.”
Anning nodded, and as he was about to respond, Vanni added: “Happy wedding, General.”
Anning looked at the maid in surprise, montarily at a loss for words.
Christina smiled at Vanni and said, “I hope you too find your true love soon…”
“I’d rather not; having a man is like having a weakness, and a maid shouldn’t have weaknesses.”
Anning was shocked, wondering how Vanni could utter such anachronistic words in the 18th century, making one suspect she was actually a versatile maid who had ti-traveled and just recently leaped into an ani realm, defeating other maids while wota dancing, with ketchup flying everywhere.
Christina, of course, couldn’t think this far.
She smiled awkwardly, “Well, there’s no need to be so devoted to work.
We truly appreciate your years of earnest service, treating yourself well occasionally is okay…”
Anning interrupted, “That’s her professionalism as a maid, are you suggesting she compromises her dignity?”
“I didn’t an that…
Andy, how does this relate to dignity…”
Vanni: “It is about dignity, General is right!”
“See, I told you it’s about dignity!”
Christina looked from Anning to Vanni, sighed, and said, “Alright, you and your servant have been together for years, I understand there must be so private understanding between you that outsiders wouldn’t know…”
No, no, no, you’ve definitely got it wrong!
Just as Anning was about to explain that he was rely joking about a ti-travel trope, Vanni spoke, “Thank you for understanding, Miss.”
Hey!
Suddenly, Anning had a thought: Could it be that Vanni wanted Christina to misunderstand from the beginning?
Anning reevaluated his maid, but Vanni’s appearance gave nothing away.
Vanni urged, “Alright, everything is ready, let’s go outside, everyone is waiting.”
With that, she stepped back, clearing the doorway.
The other two servants pushed open the doors, revealing the decorated interior of Notre Da, with children holding flowers and lifting dress hems already waiting outside.
The boy holding flowers even bowed politely to Anning and Christina.
At that mont, Napoleon also ca over, holding Miss Salaphine’s hand.
Napoleon exclaid excitedly, “Andy, getting married on the sa day, no one will question our relationship now.”
Anning: “Why would there be doubts?
In everyone else’s eyes, you’ve always been my lackey, initially with a derogatory prefix, Frost’s Corsican lackey, now just Frost’s lackey.”
Napoleon: “If it’s being a lackey, then I’m your lifeti lackey.”
Anning smiled.
Honestly, hearing Napoleon say this gave Anning a sense of his image shattering, but considering everything that had happened in this tiline, it made so sense.
After all, many of Napoleon’s ideas in this tiline were directly taught by Anning.
In a way, Napoleon was half Anning’s student, and Anning was his teacher and ntor.
Vanni coughed slightly, reminding Anning to be mindful of the ti.
Christina took Anning’s arm, “Let’s go, towards our new life.”
“Okay, let’s go, towards a new life,” Anning replied.
**
In his previous life, Anning once thought he would never get married.
After all, he was either busy with internal company competition or engrossed in video gas, with no ti for romance.
Moreover, many things from his last life were scary about marriage, like exorbitant dowries and whatnot.
Now standing in the grand hall of Notre Da in Paris, with a red carpet leading to the altar, Anning felt surreal.
Especially with his fiancée’s solid protective arm around him, it enhanced this unreal feeling.
I can’t believe I actually got married, and my wife is pretty old.
Then she’s the forr King’s sister—a real princess!
A princess!
The most important thing is, people in this era don’t know what Rayleigh scattering is, so Christina won’t suddenly run off with a blonde guy who pops up out of nowhere, like in the ani “Aldnoah Zero.”
Such a princess is impeccable!
Anning found his thoughts all mixed up, wondering why he was thinking about cartoons at such a ti.
It seems that getting married for the first ti has overloaded his brain a bit?
Christina whispered softly, “It’s ti to step forward.”
Anning hurriedly moved forward, walking towards the altar.
Talleyrand, wearing a bishop’s hat and luxurious vestnt robe, stood on the altar waiting for Anning.
When their eyes t, Talleyrand’s mouth moved slightly, probably murmuring so blessings.
Besides Talleyrand, all the elites of Paris had arrived in the hall.
Anning suddenly realized that despite having forcefully brought Dan Dong and Robespierre together just now, they were still seated on opposite sides of the central aisle.
It seems that regardless of his significant influence on both, there’s a limit to forcibly maintaining their relationship.
It’s ti to consider how to send Dan Dong away from Paris.
Or to let Robespierre concentrate on compiling the code without ddling in political affairs.
While pondering these matters, Anning walked the long red carpet and arrived in front of the altar.
Talleyrand looked serious, his chin slightly raised.
He began a long sermon.
Anning thought that during a wedding, the bishop only had the job of asking “Do you take her as your wife, for richer for poorer blah blah” kind of questions, but it turned out the guy had to preach first.
Anning is Chinese after all; he’s really not familiar with this whole Christian setup.
After the long sermon, Talleyrand glanced at Anning and began reciting the classic question: “Andy Frost from Caen, do you take…”
Suddenly!
The great doors of the hall were jamd open!
The massive noise followed by a “creak” interrupted Talleyrand.
Anning turned around in surprise, following the sound.
He saw a petite figure standing at the door of Notre Da, one hand on the door, gasping heavily.
“Ha, made it!” said Pauline Bonaparte.
Anning was shocked, thinking, lady, what are you doing making such a scene, what, are you trying to stop the wedding?
Is this the part where the the song should dramatically start, and it’s “The Sound of Silence,” right?
At that mont, Pauline finally realized sothing was amiss.
She awkwardly grabbed her braid, fiddling with a small tuft of hair at the end of the braid: “Erm, don’t look at , please continue the ceremony, I just took a shortcut because I was running late!”
Anning’s mouth hung open.
He couldn’t help but glance at Vanni.
Goodness, besides Vanni, I also have a Pauline whose attributes are maxed out in ani style.
What kind of clumsy ani beauty is this?
At that mont, Napoleon suddenly left his wife, striding over to Pauline.
Then he fiercely flicked Pauline’s forehead.
Pauline’s scream echoed throughout Notre Da in Paris.
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