"Mr. President, congratulations on reclaiming this palace that belongs to you!"
Shortly after parting with the Russian diplomat Vladimirovich, the British diplomat "coincidentally" encountered Jero Bonaparte and offered his congratulations.
"No! This palace does not belong to ; it belongs to the great people of France!" In response to the British diplomat’s flattering words, Jero Bonaparte modestly replied, "Every room here, every brick, is a testant to the wisdom of the French people. I am rely a temporary guest residing here."
"Your Excellency remains as approachable as ever!" If one were to ignore the British diplomat’s aningful smile, Jero Bonaparte might have taken this as a complint. However, combined with the smile, the British diplomat’s praise seed oddly humorous and sarcastic.
"Your Excellency, Ambassador, is there sothing you wish to discuss with ?" Despite his inner dislike for the British diplomat’s smile, Jero Bonaparte maintained the necessary smile as he responded to the British diplomat.
The British diplomat replied, "Nothing, Mr. President, I am here simply to offer my congratulations!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the British diplomat turned to leave and then stopped less than 5 ters away, turned back, and said, "I hope the French Republic prospers under your leadership!"
The seemingly nonsensical remarks of the British diplomat left Jero Bonaparte a bit puzzled.
Could it be that the Kingdom of Britain isn’t at all concerned about any dealings between the French Republic and the Russian Empire?
Jero Bonaparte put himself in the shoes of the British diplomat to think.
If he were the British diplomat, he probably wouldn’t have the sa patience as this British diplomat.
Since the British diplomat treated the event as an ordinary ball, there was no need for him to trouble himself with any pointless speculations.
Thinking of this, Jero Bonaparte beca "enlightened" and no longer dwelled on it.
The brief conversation between Jero Bonaparte and the British diplomat was observed by others present, prompting diplomats from various countries to speculate whether there was a potential "rekindling" between Britain and France.
One could say that, with the participation of diplomats from various countries, a simple ball unexpectedly turned into a large-scale exchange event.
The ball concluded at eleven o’clock in the evening, with diplomats, generals, and parliantarians from various countries departing one after another.
The vast Tuileries Palace was left with only so mbers of the Bonaparte Clan and the attendants serving them, along with the First Regint soldiers guarding the palace.
What was once bustling and lively turned desolate in an instant.
After the ball dispersed, Jero Bonaparte strolled leisurely down the narrow corridor, surrounded by silence, with only the "shush" of his Martin boots on the floor to be heard.
In the places he passed, attendants and guards held their breath, fearing to disturb the President with any "improper" behavior.
No one knew what he was thinking at that mont, people could only watch Jero Bonaparte walk from one corridor to another and then back again.
After pacing back and forth a few tis, Jero Bonaparte’s indifferent voice reached the guards’ ears: "Where’s Valerovsky now?"
The guards exchanged glances before one of them stepped forward to cautiously speak: "Your Majesty, Secretary Valerovsky is currently..."
"I don’t care where he is; you must summon Valerovsky!" Jero Bonaparte interrupted the guard before he could finish speaking.
"Yes!" The guard imdiately straightened his posture and resolutely responded to Jero Bonaparte.
Even before the guard had left the corridor, Jero Bonaparte’s voice called out from behind him, "Once you’ve found Valerovsky, have him co to the office; I will be waiting for him there!"
Jero Bonaparte glanced up at the starry sky before leaving the corridor and returning alone to the Tuileries Palace.
After much effort, the guard found Valerovsky at the Elysee Palace and inford him of Jero Bonaparte’s summons.
Valerovsky quickly took a carriage to the Tuileries Palace, and under the guidance of the attendants, arrived at the study where Jero Bonaparte was.
This study should have been Emperor Napoleon’s office back in the day. Valerovsky gripped the handle and gently pushed the door open. Only a half-burnt candle illuminated the dim room, placed on the mahogany desk. By the flickering light, Valerovsky vaguely saw a portrait of Napoleon hanging on the wall behind the desk and Jero Bonaparte in the rosewood chair below it.
At this mont, Jero Bonaparte was leaning his head over the desk, supporting it with both hands to prevent it from falling down further.
"Mr. President!" Valerovsky looked at Jero Bonaparte and responded.
Valerovsky’s conversation caused Jero Bonaparte to lift his head and gaze at Valerovsky, with such deep eyes as if he were about to dissect Valerovsky entirely.
After a while, Jero Bonaparte withdrew his aggressive gaze and spoke softly: "Cousin, what do you think of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs?"
"Diplomacy is the most cautious departnt of France, they bear France’s most important tasks..." Valerovsky responded to Jero Bonaparte in a low voice with a standard official tone.
"Then cousin, are you interested in working at the Ministry of Foreign Affairs? I rember you used to serve in such a position during the Orléans Dynasty!" Jero Bonaparte once again asked Valerovsky in an inscrutable tone.
Faced with Jero Bonaparte’s sudden question, Valerovsky was dazed for a few seconds and then replied firmly, "Thank you for giving this opportunity, I am willing to follow your will!"
Jero Bonaparte got up, breaking free from the dark corner, and smiled, saying, "Excellent! You will be sent to London as a secret ambassador!"
"London?" Valerovsky responded in a daze: "Your Majesty, our relations with them seem..."
"I know!" Jero Bonaparte said with a smile, "There are no eternal friends, only eternal interests! Recently, we have had so minor disagreents with Britain over interests, but I believe it won’t be long before the disagreents between the two countries dissipate in the face of common challenges!"
"Common challenges?" Valerovsky was sowhat puzzled, wondering what common problems France and Britain could have.
"Of course, it’s the Russian Empire!" Jero Bonaparte said to Valerovsky: "Nicholas I of the Russian Empire has always been a bit unruly! Britain is just looking for an excuse to teach this greedy guy a lesson."
"Mr. President, should we join in as well?" Valerovsky inquired about Jero Bonaparte’s diplomatic route.
Now in France, Jero Bonaparte’s direction was the entire direction of France.
"That’s right! We must engage in a war with them! Only in this way can we erase the sha they brought us back then!" Jero Bonaparte said forcefully: "The Russian army, after more than fifty years of decay, has long beco nothing but an empty shell. We just need to give a little push, and they will collapse completely. By acting together with Britain, we can ensure our naval supremacy in the diterranean, and we will crush the ambitions of the Russian Empire in the Balkans!"
Regarding the army, the French Army could dominate the entire European army (although the Prince of Prussia and the Duke of Wellington didn’t think so), but in terms of navy, the Kingdom of Britain was the undisputed overlord of the entire world.
Even though Jero Bonaparte had chosen to increase the budget for the French Navy on the existing basis and introduce steam engine technology, the overall strength of the French Navy could never be compared to that of Britain.
Jero Bonaparte’s words slightly shocked Valerovsky, and he suddenly thought of the map of the Near East region from the President’s Secretariat’s General Staff so ti ago.
Could it be that the President is planning...
Valerovsky couldn’t help but shiver, never having imagined that the President would start planning a war against the Russian Empire just a year after taking office.
Compared to him, I don’t seem to be the Emperor’s offspring...
Valerovsky was always proud to be the Emperor’s son, even if he was only an illegitimate son.
"Cousin, before France and Britain officially decide to cooperate, you will go to Britain as my personal envoy to discuss many matters related to the Near East and Africa with Palrston and others!" Jero Bonaparte said to Valerovsky: "Of course, to avoid overly provoking the Russian Empire, your departure for Britain might be next year, and you will go as my secret envoy. You should know that now the capitals of various countries are filled with hostile spies. If you go through official channels, the whole of Europe would know before you even make a move, so our actions must be carried out in secret."
Jero Bonaparte paused and then added: "However, during this period, you will continue to hold the position of Secretary-General. In the anti, try to familiarize yourself with the Ministry of Foreign Affairs."
"Yes!" Valerovsky responded.
"Alright! Cousin, please make a trip and bring Marcel Yale over, I have urgent matters to entrust to him!" Jero Bonaparte said to Valerovsky.
Valerovsky left Jero Bonaparte’s study, leaving Jero Bonaparte alone in the room once again.
Through the candlelight, Jero Bonaparte seed to see the Russian Empire struggling and pleading in the Near East region.
"Russia, I hope you guys won’t disappoint !"
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