It seems that Jero Bonaparte’s irresponsible remarks in the restaurant deeply hurt Augusta’s fragile psyche, leading Empress Augusta to maintain a cold war with Jero Bonaparte in the following days.
Even though Jero Bonaparte tried his best to ease the relationship, each ti Empress Augusta brought up the question from the restaurant, Jero Bonaparte responded with silence.
Through Jero Bonaparte’s attitude, Augusta also understood that her husband was determined to perish with the Empire.
So, on the day before their reconciliation, Augusta also made up her mind to tell Jero Bonaparte.
If one day the Empire was truly dood to collapse, then she would face death together with Jero Bonaparte.
Naturally, this stance was t with Jero Bonaparte’s opposition, and he imdiately discouraged Augusta, saying, "Augusta, when such a ti cos, you must bear the heavy responsibility of educating Friedrich!
You cannot die, you must live well!"
Augusta sneered and questioned Jero Bonaparte, "Why! Why must I be the one to bear the responsibility of educating Friedrich alone!
Why must I bear the pain of losing my husband alone! You are not only the Monarch of the Empire but also the father of the child, my husband!
Why can you irresponsibly sacrifice yourself for your Empire!
While I have to responsibly live in this world!"
"Augusta!" Jero Bonaparte furrowed his brow, and his tone in calling Augusta was more scolding, "How can you say such things! You are an Empress of a nation!"
"I am the Emperor of the French Empire, but I am also your wife!" This was the first ti Augusta responded to Jero Bonaparte with such force, "If one day the French Empire truly faces misfortune, then what aning does my identity as Empress hold!
When the ti cos, I will face everything as your wife!
Jero, I understand your love for the French Empire, but I also hope you understand that my feelings for you are in no way less than your feelings for the Empire!
No matter what changes the future brings, I will stay with you!"
With emotions running high, Augusta tightly clasped her hand, adorned with pure white silk gloves, with Jero Bonaparte’s hand, her eyes filled with countless strands of affection.
Jero Bonaparte gazed at Augusta before him, and from Augusta’s eyes, he saw not only love but also determination.
At this mont, Jero Bonaparte was certain that if the day truly ca, Augusta would certainly fulfill what she had just said.
Forgive , Augusta!
Jero Bonaparte silently said "sorry" to Augusta in his heart, and then, showing a helpless expression, he said to Augusta, "Ah! I truly found a good wife!"
After saying this, Jero Bonaparte gradually drew his face closer to Augusta’s, and Augusta, realizing what Jero Bonaparte intended to do, closed her eyes shyly.
Just as Jero Bonaparte was about to kiss Augusta, the tightly closed door suddenly opened.
Soon after, a childlike voice ca to Jero Bonaparte and Augusta’s ears, "Daddy, what are you doing!"
Jero Bonaparte imdiately stopped his nearly completed task, nonchalantly released Augusta’s hand, and then, smiling, ran to Friedrich, picking him up in his arms, and said earnestly to Friedrich, "Just now, Daddy and Mommy were thinking about giving you a little brother!"
Augusta, standing by and hearing Jero Bonaparte’s far-fetched remark, blushed with embarrassnt and playfully poked Jero Bonaparte twice with her hand.
In Jero Bonaparte’s arms, Friedrich nodded obediently and said, "I want! I want a younger brother!"
Then, with a tone of innocence, Friedrich curiously asked Jero Bonaparte, "Daddy, how do you and Mommy give a brother?
Can a kiss like that give a brother?"
Listening to Friedrich Bonaparte’s question, Jero Bonaparte wasn’t sure how to answer his child, who wasn’t even five years old, so he turned his gaze to Augusta.
Augusta showed a helpless expression, clearly not wanting to answer this question either.
"A simple kiss certainly can’t produce a brother; a series of complex operations are necessary!" Jero Bonaparte said evasively to Friedrich Bonaparte.
"Can Daddy explain in detail!" Friedrich continued probing Jero Bonaparte with questions.
Jero Bonaparte showed an embarrassed expression, a situation he never felt even in the face of thousands of troops. Next to him, Augusta had a smile on her lips, as if ready to watch Jero Bonaparte make a fool of himself.
Just when Jero Bonaparte was most embarrassed, a second knock on the door ca to his rescue.
Jero Bonaparte quickly called out to the outside of the room, "Co in!"
The door opened, and the figure of the adjutant Bourbas Base appeared before the family of three.
"Your Majesties, Your Highness!" Bourbas Base bowed in salute to Jero Bonaparte and the others.
Jero Bonaparte smiled and nodded to Bourbas Base. In Jero Bonaparte’s arms, Friedrich leaned close to Jero Bonaparte’s ear and whispered, "Daddy, put down."
"Mm!" Jero Bonaparte placed Friedrich Bonaparte down from his arms.
Friedrich Bonaparte trotted up to Bourbas, politely extending his hand to him, "Uncle Bourbas, good morning!"
Seeing the Crown Prince make such a gesture, Bourbas felt flattered.
He first glanced at Jero Bonaparte and Empress Augusta, and after receiving an approving look from Jero Bonaparte, he stooped slightly and said to Friedrich, "Your Highness, please just call Bourbas!
You are the Crown Prince of the Empire, while I am rely a servant to Your Majesty!"
Friedrich shook his head and replied to Bourbas, "Father has said that you are not servants of the House of Bonaparte, but the most loyal friends of the Bonaparte Clan!
Not just you, the entire army is a friend of the Bonaparte Clan!
Since you are all friends of my father, then you are my uncle!"
Friedrich’s logical reply left Jero Bonaparte surprised; he didn’t recall ever teaching Friedrich such things.
Jero Bonaparte turned his gaze to Augusta, seemingly asking her if Friedrich’s words ca from her teachings.
Empress Augusta naturally understood Jero Bonaparte’s aning and subtly shook her head.
Hmm? Then who could it be?
A cloud of doubt ford in Jero Bonaparte’s mind, and a puzzled expression appeared on his face.
Faced with Friedrich’s praise, Bourbas was naturally very pleased, "Your Highness, you flatter !"
"Uncle Bourbas, can you promise sothing?" Friedrich Bonaparte pleaded in his innocent voice to Bourbas.
"Friedrich!" Jero Bonaparte scolded Friedrich loudly, not wanting to overwhelm his aide.
"Your Majesty, please do not bla His Highness!" Seeing this, Bourbas hurriedly stood up and bowed to Jero Bonaparte, then turned to Friedrich and asked, "Your Highness, what would you like to ask of ?"
"Uncle Bourbas, I hope you can protect my father well!" Friedrich Bonaparte, sounding like a little adult, said to Bourbas, "Auntie has ntioned that sotis, father can be too reckless!"
Hearing Friedrich’s reply, a tinge of emotion could be seen in Jero Bonaparte’s eyes.
At the side, upon hearing the Crown Prince’s request, Bourbas resolutely replied, "Your Highness, I am willing to guarantee it as a soldier!
Before my heart stops beating, I will certainly protect Your Majesty!"
Having said that, Bourbas solemnly saluted Friedrich.
Friedrich, with the sa earnest expression, returned the salute to Bourbas.
Although Friedrich’s salute was a bit clumsy, it also showed his respect for Bourbas.
After Friedrich and Bourbas completed their salute, Jero Bonaparte stepped forward to pat Friedrich’s head, affectionately saying, "Alright! My little general, your study ti is about to start!"
Friedrich’s little face imdiately fell; compared to his nearly reclusive social personality, his academic performance was utterly unspeakable.
At the age of four, Friedrich could be described as having the knowledge of nine out of ten holes—completely unknowledgeable.
Especially in terms of language skills, possessing German, French, and Italian (more accurately, Lombardy) heritage, he only learned French, and even though Augusta personally created a good German environnt for him, his German was still terrible.
As for mathematics, not to ntion that it drove teachers and Augusta to exasperation daily.
To avoid falling into the hell of study, Friedrich looked at Jero Bonaparte with a pitiful gaze and pouted, "Father, can I take a day off? Just one day!"
Friedrich held up one finger, looking at Jero Bonaparte full of hope.
"Of course!"
Jero Bonaparte paused for a mont, and Friedrich’s expression imdiately beca lively.
However, Jero Bonaparte’s next sentence sent Friedrich back into a state of despondency, "Certainly not!
You are at a critical mont now; how can you slack off!"
Subsequently, Jero Bonaparte brought Friedrich to Augusta and instructed her to watch over Friedrich closely!
Friedrich left the room holding Augusta’s hand, like a disgraced quiz candidate.
Before leaving, Friedrich didn’t forget to throw a reproachful look at Jero Bonaparte, as if staring at a heinous criminal.
Watching Friedrich leave Beijing, Jero Bonaparte couldn’t help but burst into laughter.
After the laughter ended, he asked Bourbas, "Bourbas, what do you have to report to ?"
"Your Majesty, the guests you invited have arrived!"
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