Grand Marshal Surt’s response made Jero Bonaparte once again realize that what he was experiencing was not a ga with strict P-rules, and that everyone was not like a programr strictly obeying rules.
Everyone is a flesh-and-blood person, they also have their joys and sorrows, and their goals are not all for so-called politics, just like the current Grand Marshal Surt.
Although Grand Marshal Surt did not believe that he could successfully establish an Empire, it did not prevent him from helping a bit; the reason he helped was rely to see a few more MPs dead.
For such an amusing person, Jero Bonaparte thought the more, the better.
"It seems our Grand Marshal really suffered humiliation from those people back in the day!" Jero Bonaparte showed a schadenfreude expression on his face.
Between 1841 and 1847, Grand Marshal Surt was appointed Pri Minister of the Orleans Kingdom by Louis Philippe. In these six years as Pri Minister, he did not accomplish a single thing; all power was in the hands of the Minister of Foreign Affairs.
Could it be that Grand Marshal Surt was so noble that he didn’t want to take the position due to lack of ability?
Jero Bonaparte didn’t believe that a political figure like Grand Marshal Surt was truly noble. There’s only one possibility: Grand Marshal Surt was just a puppet drawn by Louis Philippe, much like how Jero Bonaparte appointed General Oppel as Pri Minister.
Of course, Grand Marshal Surt was not willing, but he could only follow Guizot’s orders.
Having endured the suppression of Parliant for six years, it was only natural that after the downfall of the Orleans Kingdom, Louis Philippe’s escape, and Guizot’s resignation, Grand Marshal Surt’s gaze inevitably turned towards the Legislative Assembly.
Perhaps in his view, only by overthrowing the Legislative Assembly could his mind be completely at ease.
Vice President Blair nodded feelingly.
Jero Bonaparte continued, "Since the Grand Marshal is willing to help us, our chances of success are greater. Professor Blair, I wonder if you would be interested, after our success, to serve as President of the Legislative Corps?"
"President of the Legislative Corps?" Blair looked at Jero Bonaparte in puzzlent.
"Professor Blair, I’ve decided to dissolve the Legislative Assembly after our success. It will be split into two parts, one being the Legislative Corps and the other the Senate..." Jero Bonaparte explained to Vice President Blair the reforms he would implent after success.
Vice President Blair couldn’t help but show a comforting smile after hearing this. The young man before him had grown up, and he had beco soone capable of taking charge.
"Your Majesty, I hope after your success, you can leave so personal space for this old man soon to be summoned by the Emperor!" Blair politely declined Jero Bonaparte’s suggestion to be the President of the Legislative Corps, "I am old! It’s already a great honor for this old man to see the Empire rebuild with my own eyes!"
"Since you are unwilling, then I won’t force it!" Jero Bonaparte expressed his regret at Blair’s gentle rejection.
At this mont, a knock was heard at the door, and Jero Bonaparte looked towards the entrance, "Who is it?"
"Your Majesty!" Percy’s voice ca from outside the door, "The banquet has already started!"
"I know!" Jero Bonaparte responded, then turned to invite Vice President Blair, "Let’s go, Professor!"
President Jero Bonaparte and Vice President Blair attended the banquet together.
At the banquet, Jero Bonaparte encountered his "good friend" Eugenie again. She was dressed in a light blue gauze gown with a willow-twig hat, looking as enchanting as a fairy.
Surrounding her was a circle of ladies, among whom was Jero Bonaparte’s lover, the Marchioness Aile.
"Professor, I’m going over there!" Jero Bonaparte smiled as he excused himself from Blair.
"Go on!" Blair’s lips curled into a knowing smile.
Jero Bonaparte strode over to where Eugenie and the Marchioness Aile were.
"Ladies, may I be honored to join your conversation?"
...
After the banquet, Eugenie looked at the Marchioness Aile, who was embraced by Jero Bonaparte, with a gaze full of jealousy. For the first ti, she doubted her own beauty. The Marchioness Aile’s face showed happiness; she had thought His Majesty would no longer care for soone as "old and faded" as herself.
"Miss Eugenie, welco to visit the Elysee Palace again!" Jero Bonaparte responded to Eugenie with a standard polite smile.
"Hmph!" Eugenie did not respond to Jero Bonaparte; she lightly brushed her drooping hair and turned away slightly angrily.
After Eugenie left in a huff, Mérimée approached Jero Bonaparte and incessantly apologized, "I’m really sorry, my niece troubled you..."
"It’s nothing!" Jero Bonaparte shook his head and reassured Mérimée, "Miss Eugenie’s personality is very good! Please tell Miss Eugenie that I hope we can continue to be friends!"
"Yes! Yes! I understand!"
Seeing that Jero Bonaparte held no grudge, Mérimée finally breathed a sigh of relief. He once again expressed his apologies to Jero Bonaparte before leaving.
"Why do you do this?" the Marchioness Aile questioned Jero Bonaparte.
"Why?" Jero Bonaparte revealed a mischievous smile, placing his hands on the face of the Marchioness and rubbing it as he said, "Don’t you find it more thrilling to pick a rose with thorns?"
"Then what am I?" The Marchioness Aile couldn’t help but blurt out.
"Ahem... ahem... madam, actually, I prefer other people’s wives!" Jero Bonaparte shalessly said to the Marchioness Aile.
The Marchioness Aile showed a coquettish look, her black long dress wrapping two landmines eager to escape their owner’s restraint and step into freedom.
"Look at the sky..."
Jero Bonaparte hinted, and the Marchioness Aile, taking his arm, went upstairs with him.
Not long after, soft moans could be heard from a certain room.
...
Another ten or so days passed, and soon it was March.
During these ten days, many generals who usually were reluctant to co to the Elysee Palace began to lean towards it, and military leaders stationed in the Strasbourg and Pyrenees Mountain Regions also expressed their allegiance to Jero Bonaparte.
At the sa ti, there were "rumors" from Paris claiming the support of Grand Marshal Surt for Jero Bonaparte.
Jero Bonaparte understood this to be the power of Grand Marshal Surt, who had shown him the aning of enduring strength from his residence in the Pyrenees.
While Jero Bonaparte was busily drawing in the military, Thiers and others were also rallying support.
Through Thiers’ constant negotiation and eloquence, the once nearly fragnted Order Party reunited, and they would push the Parliant to refine the proposal to limit universal suffrage.
Puevert Street, headquarters of the Order Party.
Audion Barrot, Broi, Falu, Berlier, Thiers, Montalambre, and Molay gathered here again to discuss plans.
"A lot has happened recently, causing our proposal to be indefinitely shelved... Now, we can finally bring this proposal to the Legislative Assembly!" Molay remarked with a sigh as he looked at the proposal on the table.
"Indeed!" Thiers nodded in agreent with Molay’s words, then looked at everyone present and said, "However, we’d better not submit it to the Legislative Assembly right now!"
"Why?" Molay asked with so confusion.
Everyone present turned their gaze to Thiers, puzzled as to why he wanted to delay the submission of the proposal.
"Because we don’t just want to crush the Republican Faction’s votes, but to break their confidence first!" Thiers adjusted his glasses slowly and said, "Doesn’t the Republican Faction think they can win at the polls? Fine! Let them run their election, and when they think they are about to win, we’ll crush them completely!"
Thiers’ words sent a chill through everyone’s heart; Thiers’ plan was indeed ruthless.
By that ti, having experienced such ups and downs, the Republican Faction might even develop murderous intentions.
"What if the Republican Faction initiates an uprising..." Berlier hesitated for a mont before saying.
"An uprising? Good! I would love for them to start an uprising!" Thiers smiled cunningly, "Tell , if the Republican Faction truly staged an uprising, would the Paris authorities suppress it? If they do, Jero Bonaparte would beco enemies with the Republican Faction! He could no longer use them to threaten us, and if they don’t suppress it, the Republican Faction would threaten his position! We only need to clean up the aftermath!"
Thiers’ strategy was ruthless indeed.
If the Republican Faction uprised, the conflict between them and the President would cause a rift between him and the Republican Faction.
The President would then have no ans to threaten them.
"Moreover, I want to set up a committee in the Legislative Assembly!" Thiers disclosed his second vicious plan, "This committee will exclude those who side with Bonaparte! And we will be able to control the Legislative Assembly through this committee!"
Everyone present was once again amazed by Thiers’ tactics.
If not for Thiers, the Order Party would have been resolved by Jero Bonaparte long ago.
Since everyone there could secure their interests in the committee established by Thiers, they all agreed to Thiers’ plan.
March 3, 1850.
The Legislative Assembly elections resud, with the Order Party still tightly controlling the developnts, while Conservative Faction mbers from the south and central regions voted for the Order Party.
The Republican Faction closely followed, securing so votes from the Left Wing in Paris and the western and northern regions.
The focus of decision-making rested on over 50 parliantary seats held by the Mountain Party.
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