Although Prince Monfort was unable to transfer the title to Jero Patterson as he wished after a century, he believed he had done everything a father/grandfather could for his other son and grandson.
"My dear son, I am glad that Jero Patterson has an uncle like you, and that the Bonaparte Clan has a leader as generous and kind as you!
I believe that after a century, the Empire will move towards a more glorious future under your leadership!"
Prince Monfort flashed a flattering smile, racking his brains to praise Jero Bonaparte, resembling a sycophant on stage.
Looking at his slightly servile father before him, Jero Bonaparte involuntarily sighed, a trace of helplessness in his eyes.
He must have pleaded for forgiveness like this in the past, eventually obtaining the Kingdom of Westphalia from Emperor Napoleon.
"Father, there’s no need for this!" Jero Bonaparte waved his hand and said to Prince Monfort.
Only then did Prince Monfort sit back upright.
Next, Prince Monfort lowered his voice as if he had thought of sothing and asked Jero Bonaparte.
"My dear son, if Mathilde opposes Jero Patterson becoming the Imperial Prince, will it cause you any trouble?"
Thinking of Mathilde Bonaparte, Jero Bonaparte felt a headache.
His sister Mathilde Bonaparte was perhaps the most averse to Jero Patterson in the entire Bonaparte Clan.
Allowing Jero Patterson to join the Bonaparte Clan had already given Jero Bonaparte considerable grief from Mathilde.
If Mathilde knew he was going to appoint Jero Patterson as the Imperial Prince, then Jero Bonaparte’s Tuileries Palace might well be overturned by Mathilde.
Of course, the simple Mathilde isn’t the truly frightening one; it’s those Bonaparte Empire princes and dukes idling at ho. Upon receiving this news, they might inevitably stir trouble at Tuileries Palace as well.
"Leave this matter to , I will handle everything!" Jero Bonaparte, exuding an air of confidence, responded flatly to Prince Monfort.
"Then I’ll leave it to you!" Prince Monfort, delighted, nodded to Jero Bonaparte.
Afterwards, Prince Monfort inquired about Jero Bonaparte’s journey to the Austrian Empire and the arrangent of accompanying personnel.
"Although there’s so ti left until Radetzky’s funeral, I still hope to go as soon as possible!
As for the accompanying personnel..." Jero Bonaparte thought for a mont and then said, "Valerovsky has returned to report, so let him accompany you!"
Having his interests satisfied, Prince Monfort naturally posed as perpetually ready, he straightened his chest and replied to Jero Bonaparte, "I can depart at any ti!"
"When it’s ti for you to depart, I’ll have Bashirio co over to inform you!"
After arranging the journey, Jero Bonaparte disregarded Prince Monfort’s pleas and got up to leave.
Prince Monfort had no choice but to personally escort Jero Bonaparte onto the carriage before standing at the door to watch the carriage depart.
...
Sitting in the carriage, Jero Bonaparte carefully pondered the pros and cons of this journey, feeling vaguely regretful about agreeing to his father’s request to make Jero Patterson the Imperial Prince.
Nevertheless, since Jero Bonaparte had already spoken, he wasn’t going to backtrack.
As long as Jero Patterson could accomplish sothing in West Africa, he would have the justification to make Jero Patterson the Imperial Prince.
If the Bonaparte internal opposition was too strong, he could also "save the country in a roundabout way."
As long as Jero Patterson’s rits were sufficient, Jero Bonaparte could use it as an excuse to find a suitable princess from among those German princes close to the French Empire to offset Jero Patterson’s lineage disadvantage.
Then Jero Patterson could also beco an Imperial Prince.
"I only hope that young Patterson won’t disappoint my expectations and will strive to make a mark!" Jero Bonaparte mumbled softly as he looked at the starry night sky out the window.
...
The carriage traveled unobstructed, headed towards the vicinity of Ossai Pier, just needing to cross the Seine River Bridge to reach the Tuileries Palace Garden.
Just then, Jero Bonaparte in the carriage suddenly shouted to the coachman outside, "Stop for a mont!"
The coachman halted the moving carriage, and the Guard Army mbers traveling in front and behind the carriage also stopped moving.
Next, Jero Bonaparte’s voice erged again from within the carriage, "Let’s not return to Tuileries Palace yet, we’ll go to Count Valerovsky’s residence!"
"Yes, Your Majesty!" The coachman responded deferentially to Jero Bonaparte.
Since Valerovsky resided in the Saint Anthony District’s Bastille Square (forrly Bastille Prison), the team needed not cross the bridge imdiately; they just needed to proceed along the Seine River bank to the bridge near Saint-Louis Island, and then head north to arrive, the whole journey would only take about 20 minutes.
By the ti the carriage arrived near Walewski’s Mansion, it was quietly around 10 PM, a ti coinciding with dinner.
(For the Parisian aristocracy, dinner ti is usually around 10 to 11 o’clock. After dinner, the nightlife begins.)
Under the deep night sky, Jero Bonaparte walked slowly to the entrance of the mansion and gently knocked on the door.
After a while, a voice inquired from inside the mansion, "Who is it?"
"Please inform Count Valerovsky that Jero Bonaparte is here to visit!" Jero Bonaparte called out to the servant on the other side of the room.
The servant in charge of the door, upon hearing the na, quickly opened the door and bowed respectfully.
"Your Majesty!"
"Where is Valerovsky? Take to him!" Jero Bonaparte responded softly to the servant.
Under the guidance of the servant, Jero Bonaparte arrived at a room on the second floor.
"Your Majesty, the master is inside!"
The servant whispered to Jero Bonaparte, then helped him open the door.
At this mont, Valerovsky was sitting on the sofa with his wife and daughter, playing Six Kings of Pick.
The appearance of Jero Bonaparte shocked the three present, and they hurriedly got up from the sofa to greet him.
"No need to co over!" Jero Bonaparte waved his hand and strolled toward Valerovsky.
The three stood in place waiting for Jero Bonaparte.
Soon, Jero Bonaparte stood in front of Valerovsky, gently touching Eugenie Colonna Valerovsky, who had the sa hair color as Valerovsky, apologizing, "My dear little princess, I’m sorry to disrupt you and your family!"
"It’s alright, Your Majesty!" The four-year-old Eugenie Valerovsky displayed maturity beyond her years, gracefully responding, "It is an honor for my parents and that you could visit!"
"What a lovely child!" Jero Bonaparte said kindly, then turned his gaze to Valerovsky’s wife (Louisa Laurie Corey), "If you have ti, you can bring this child to the Tuileries Palace!
I believe Augusta would also adore this child!"
Louisa Laurie Corey was visibly delighted upon hearing Jero Bonaparte’s words.
If Eugenie Valerovsky could beco a regular "guest" at the Tuileries Palace, it would promise a bright future.
Even Valerovsky’s face showed uncontainable joy, then subtly indicated with a glance to his child.
Receiving Valerovsky’s cue, Eugenie Valerovsky slightly bowed to Jero Bonaparte, saying, "Thank you for your invitation, Your Majesty!"
Looking at the sensible Eugenie Valerovsky, Jero Bonaparte once again said, "What a lovely child!"
Then, Jero Bonaparte turned his gaze to Valerovsky’s wife Louisa Laurie Corey.
"Beautiful lady, I’m sorry to disturb you at this ti!"
"Your Majesty, your visit is an honor for Valerovsky and !"
Louisa Laurie Corey politely replied, then tactfully took Eugenie Valerovsky’s hand to bid farewell to Jero Bonaparte, "Your Majesty, please forgive Eugenie and for leaving!
Because it is her (Eugenie Valerovsky) bedti!
Eugenie, say goodbye to His Majesty!"
"Good night, Your Majesty!" Eugenie understood her mother’s intention, and she waved to Jero Bonaparte obediently.
Jero Bonaparte again gently touched Eugenie Valerovsky’s head, showing a warm smile, "Good night, little angel!"
Eugenie Valerovsky and Louisa Laurie Corey left the room, with only Jero Bonaparte and Valerovsky remaining.
Jero Bonaparte imdiately conveyed to Valerovsky his plan to have him represent him and join Prince Monfort to Vienna.
"It is my honor!" Valerovsky humbly said to Jero Bonaparte.
"After this mission ends, proceed to Berlin! I will have the Ministry of Foreign Affairs appoint you as the diplomatic envoy to Prussia!" Jero Bonaparte continued with Valerovsky’s next appointnt.
Valerovsky paused for a mont, then replied, "Your Majesty, compared to Jerusalem and Berlin, I prefer to stay in Paris! (Implied: I want to advance in Paris!)"
"Valerovsky, I need you to serve as the bridge between Berlin and the Empire!" Jero Bonaparte earnestly said to Valerovsky, "Only you can assu this position!"
To persuade Valerovsky to follow his arrangent, Jero Bonaparte hinted he would assist Valerovsky with the issue of succession.
[1] Pick: A type of card ga, consisting of thirty-two cards, each person can play twice, with scoring to determine the winner.
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