"Jero Bonaparte, you shaless thief! You use despicable ans to steal France, and deceive Paris with lies..."
The half-drunk, half-awake Changarnier hurled curses at Jero Bonaparte, his pent-up gloom turning into the most venomous words against Jero Bonaparte.
The officers present all changed their expressions, focusing their gazes on Jero Bonaparte. The two officers responsible for escorting Changarnier quickened their pace, wanting to take Changarnier "away."
Even though Commander Changarnier was removed by the President, the President did not intend to get rid of Commander Changarnier.
However, Commander Changarnier’s nonsense could really cost him his life.
The officers supporting Changarnier could only silently pray in their hearts that the President wouldn’t make them stop, otherwise, it might just be the end for Commander Changarnier.
But things did not develop as they hoped; Jero Bonaparte’s voice echoed from behind the officers: "Wait a minute!"
The two officers had no choice but to stop in their tracks. Behind them, the sound of Martin boots clattering on the floor grew closer, and Jero Bonaparte walked around them to appear in front.
"Heh... heh..." Under the influence of alcohol, a dazed Changarnier showed a smile of senility, his face flushed as he pointed at Jero Bonaparte with a hiccup.
The strong sll of alcohol mixed with a sour stench made Jero Bonaparte frown. Looking at the utterly drunk "drunkard" before him, he couldn’t tell whether he was truly drunk or faking it for a mont.
"Jero Bonaparte... do you really think you’re nothing more than a vile imitator... You imitate great n, but you’ll never beco one!" Changarnier’s words to Jero Bonaparte were intermittent, his finger drowsily pointing at him from an officer’s shoulder.
"General Changarnier, can’t we show each other so decency?" Jero Bonaparte spoke calmly to Changarnier without any anger, "In the end, this political ga is one you lost! The loser should voluntarily exit the ga, just like how you all treated the Republican Faction back then!"
"Ga?" Changarnier raised his head, his bleary eyes gazing at Jero Bonaparte, almost shouting, "That’s right, to you this is a ga! You and your followers intend to turn all of Europe into your gaming battlefield, drag the whole of France’s soldiers into your slaughter! Leading France once again to the brink of collapse as so sort of ga! Back then, the Emperor dragged the entire nation into the icy wilderness for his own selfish desires, making countless pay the price for his ambition... and now you want to do it again... what disaster does France have to endure at your hands before you’ll stop!"
Changarnier’s desperate shout nearly made Jero Bonaparte feel like he was facing not a profit-obsessed warlord, but a true patriot.
After closely examining Changarnier, Jero Bonaparte confird that Changarnier hadn’t been possessed by anyone.
Jero Bonaparte clapped, seemingly amazed by Changarnier’s eloquent speech, though a disdainful smile played at the corner of his mouth. Coldly, he addressed Changarnier, "Brilliant! Brilliant! General Changarnier, how do you manage to say such words with such self-righteousness! Who was it that hinted for to launch the action? Who dispersed the Mountain Party! Who was the first to trample on the Republic’s democracy, leading troops to occupy Bourbon Palace? Have you forgotten all this? Can soone comfortably climb onto the moral high ground and criticize after a failure?
Wake up! General Changarnier! Your morals are not much higher than mine! At least I know that workers without jobs will revolt, lack of rest affects fertility, and soldiers should be treated with love and dignity... And what about you? Instead of resolving problems, you create one after another. Beyond killing, what solutions do you offer?"
Jero Bonaparte also shouted at Changarnier, living in this damn era, the best he could do was ensure France accelerated at double or even faster its competitors, during which unavoidable labor-capital conflicts might arise, and his position allowed him only to diate these as reasonably as possible.
A hundred years from now, perhaps he would be fiercely criticized in so textbook, but all he could do was remain true to his conscience.
"My heart and my deeds are as clear as a mirror, and all my actions are for justice!" Jero Bonaparte uttered the most classic line.
Blasted with Jero Bonaparte’s spittle, General Changarnier looked at him, a beam of sunlight passing through the glass of Tuileries Palace fell upon Jero Bonaparte, making his figure sowhat glaring.
Instinctively, Changarnier wanted to cover his eyes with his hand.
"Take him away!" Jero Bonaparte ordered the officers.
The officers, relieved to receive the order, responded to Jero Bonaparte, "Yes!"
"Jero Bonaparte, I’ll be watching you!" were Changarnier’s final words.
From this mont forward, Changarnier would forever part with the army, and only one sun would shine in the sky of Seine Province.
Jero Bonaparte lingered for a mont and then smiled again, speaking slowly, "Who here can show around Tuileries Palace!"
Noticing this, the regint commander hastily offered to guide Jero Bonaparte, while the other officers wore expressions of regret, until Jero Bonaparte’s next words brought smiles back to their faces.
"You all join as well!"
Under the regint commander’s guidance, Saint Arno and the officers of the First Regint visited several study rooms in Tuileries Palace. According to the commander, every Emperor/King would work in different rooms.
Next, the commander led Jero Bonaparte and others to a gilded throne inlaid with gems.
It is said that Jero Bonaparte’s uncle, Emperor Napoleon, also officiated here once.
"Your Majesty, you must be weary from the journey! Perhaps a rest is in order!" General Saint Arno gently suggested to Jero Bonaparte.
"Indeed!" The captain followed suit imdiately.
Jero Bonaparte glanced over the remaining mbers of the officers’ corps, who also indicated it was ti for a rest.
At the "urging" of the officers’ corps, Jero Bonaparte ascended to the throne step by step with steady strides and sat down slowly.
To Jero Bonaparte himself, apart from a bit of chilliness, the throne offered no other sensation.
The officers’ corps, led by General Saint Arno and the captain, lined up neatly on both sides, solemnly chanting, "Long live! Long live! Long live!"
Such a scene inevitably reminded Jero Bonaparte of a certain world-famous painting with a backdrop of the Palace of Versailles.
The protagonist of the painting is William I.
When Jero Bonaparte rose from the throne, the officers’ corps changed their form of address for him; they no longer called him "Mr. President" but instead used "Your Majesty."
In their hearts, there was no difference between Jero Bonaparte and ascending the throne.
Accompanied by the officers’ corps, Jero Bonaparte and Saint Arno left the Elysee Palace.
On the evening of October 2, 1850, General Shang Jia’nie left the Tuileries Palace, refusing to take up a position under Jero Bonaparte.
It can be said that Shang Jia’nie had now beco a "man of leisure."
On the evening of October 2, Montalambert went to the Elysee Palace to seek an audience with Jero Bonaparte.
After a lengthy conversation, Montalambert finally departed.
On October 3, acting on Montalambert’s "suggestion," the Permanent Committee stationed at the Bourbon Palace decided to "return" the Tuileries Palace to the President for use as an office location.
The Elysee Palace and the Tuileries Palace beca the residences of Jero Bonaparte.
To evoke more mories of the Empire’s legacy, Jero Bonaparte invited social elites, forr generals of the First Empire, current generals of the Bonaparte Faction, and envoys from various countries to the Elysee Palace.
anwhile, Mokar was appointed as the temporary Chief Steward of the Tuileries Palace, responsible for preparations prior to the comncent of the ball.
The ball was scheduled for October 7.
Mokar took three days to clean the interior and exterior of the Tuileries Palace thoroughly.
On the evening of October 7, the splendid Tuileries Palace glowed with candlelight.
"Mr. President, I am truly delighted to witness the presence of Bonaparte’s descendant in the Tuileries Palace during my lifeti!" exclaid Artuna Amorlan, a celebrated figure of the Republic and a "widow" of the First Empire, embracing Jero Bonaparte warmly.
Gazing at the elderly lady, Jero Bonaparte kindly replied, "Lady Altuna! Before long, you will see an empire reestablished in this country!"
Jero Bonaparte then added, "By the unanimous vote of the entire French people!"
"I have always believed! God will not forsake the Bonaparte Clan! Thank God for showing rcy on , allowing to witness this mont in my dotage!" exclaid Artuna Amorlan, her voice trembling with excitent.
Jero Bonaparte smiled at the elderly lady, personally escorting Artuna Amorlan to the side of Prince Monfort and the forr generals of the First Empire.
Carriages continued to flow into the Tuileries Palace Garden from all directions, passing the inspection of the guards at the garden entrance to enter the Tuileries Courtyard.
The Tuileries Palace, once a social venue for the Royal Family, had risen anew from its ashes, only this ti it welcod a new master.
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