Chapter 378: Chapter 297: General Willemze's Tough Battle (Seeking Monthly Votes)

"Indeed, he should be in the Hall of Mirrors by now, it seems you also have a fondness for this genius musician," Ludovica responded curtly, thinking the Crown Prince of France might be adverse to the topic of "finding fewer mistresses," and quickly tried to smooth things over, "Oh, by the way, His Majesty and I have already discussed it, and will prepare at least one million florins as a dowry for Clementine."

"She is our most cherished daughter, we hope she can live happily in Paris..."

One florin was roughly equivalent to 2.5 livres, which definitely amounted to a very generous dowry.

Hearing her even start discussing the dowry, Joseph was filled with frustration and sighed deeply in his heart: Good Lord, Clementine is my very own cousin! Your own family is also of the Bourbon surname, this is close kinship within close relations. If I were really to marry your daughter, wouldn't every one of our descendants be at risk for congenital idiocy and deformity...