Led by Mokar, Jero Bonaparte arrived at the door of Empress Augusta’s bedroom.
"Mokar, why is Friedrich’s room together with Augusta’s room?" Jero Bonaparte asked Mokar in a low voice.
"Your Majesty!"
Mokar smiled wryly and told Jero Bonaparte that even before the birth of the Crown Prince, they had already arranged for a professional to handle the daily life of the Crown Prince.
However, Her Majesty the Empress and Princess Mathilde did not agree to have those people he found take care of Crown Prince Friedrich, insisting instead on taking turns to care for him themselves.
The bedroom originally established for Crown Prince Friedrich is still unoccupied, and the Crown Prince has moved into Empress Augusta’s room for easier care by Empress Augusta and Princess Mathilde.
"Isn’t this nonsense?" Jero Bonaparte couldn’t help but mutter quietly.
Neither his wife Augusta nor his sister Mathilde had any experience with child-rearing.
Of course, many other mbers of the royal nobility also lacked experience in caring for children, so to Jero Bonaparte, letting these noble ladies care for children seed to ruin their childhood.
"Your Majesty, in fact, Her Majesty Empress Augusta and Her Highness Princess Mathilde have not done poorly... no, in so aspects, they are not far off from professionals!" Mokar couldn’t help but defend Empress Augusta and Princess Mathilde.
"Are you certain you’re not lying to ?" Jero Bonaparte gazed doubtfully at Mokar; it was hard for him to believe that two ladies, unskilled in household duties, could competently handle the arduous task of caring for an infant.
"Your Majesty, I assure you!" Mokar quickly responded to Jero Bonaparte, "If not for their sufficient talent and suitability for this work, I wouldn’t feel secure entrusting Her Highness the Crown Prince to them!"
In Mokar’s heart, the Empire’s most important person was Jero Bonaparte alone, followed by Crown Prince Friedrich, with Empress Augusta and Princess Mathilde ranked after Friedrich, far behind him.
"I trust you!" Jero Bonaparte patted Mokar’s shoulder and solemnly said.
Feeling Jero Bonaparte’s trust, Mokar felt warmth in his heart and then reminded Jero Bonaparte to enter the room quickly.
Jero Bonaparte steeled himself and pushed the door open. Upon entering the bedroom, he imdiately saw Augusta and Mathilde on the sofa, along with the little one cradled in Mathilde’s arms.
In almost an instant, Jero Bonaparte’s gaze was deeply captivated by the little one, unable to look away.
I have a son! I have a son! Jero Bonaparte shouted frantically in his heart.
At this mont, he felt connected to the world, tightly linked to the little one in his eyes.
Just as Jero Bonaparte was lost in the joy of becoming a father, Mathilde’s sharp and biting voice reached his ear once more: "Oh! Isn’t this our Emperor? How co you’re back so soon!"
"Sister!" Mathilde’s taunting did not embarrass Jero Bonaparte at all; instead, it filled him with a touch of emotion. The two people sitting in this room were the closest to him in the world (excluding the irresponsible Prince Monfort, whom Jero Bonaparte had automatically disassociated from), those to whom he could cry out, "Augusta!"
"I’m back!" Jero Bonaparte softly said as he approached Augusta and Mathilde.
After hearing Jero Bonaparte’s words, Augusta imdiately stood up, embraced him, and leaned her head on his chest.
Once dissatisfied and resentful towards Jero Bonaparte... now all transford into longing.
Princess Mathilde’s lips also curled into a smile, and she turned Friedrich’s body towards Jero Bonaparte, addressing Friedrich, "Friedrich, quickly say welco back!"
Friedrich only babbled, but he too showed a smile on his face.
Jero Bonaparte and Empress Augusta hugged each other for a long ti until Princess Mathilde gently coughed twice, prompting Empress Augusta and Jero Bonaparte to release one another.
"Welco back!" Empress Augusta gazed affectionately at Jero Bonaparte and said.
Just as Jero Bonaparte was joyously thinking he could escape criticism, Empress Augusta and Princess Mathilde imdiately shifted their attitude to heavily criticize him.
Princess Mathilde accused Jero Bonaparte of not being a responsible father, saying that if not for Pope Pius IX’s forthcoming visit, he wouldn’t have returned so early.
And although Empress Augusta didn’t scold Jero Bonaparte with biting words like Princess Mathilde, her eyes, filled with resentnt, stirred a sense of guilt within him.
Aware of his shortcomings, Jero Bonaparte could only adopt his cousin’s strategy for dealing with Eugenie. He made no excuses for his actions, admitting his mistake in a roundabout way and promising not to let such things happen again.
Of course, the final guarantee can be said to be nonsense.
Having tasted the sweetness of prestige through the Crian War, how could he possibly stay quietly in Paris?
As long as there is large-scale warfare, he would definitely act together with the General Staff.
Only by being with the army can he ensure his control over it.
If he let the General Staff make decisions at the front line on his behalf, then the power would gradually lean toward the General Staff.
This is exactly what happened in history with William II. When the last Chief of Staff loyal to him, Falkenhayn, was dismissed because of the Verdun at grinder, the helpless William II appointed Hindenburg and Ludendorff, marking the beginning of his loss of control over the military.
The Emperor must protect his absolute control over the military at all tis!
On the other hand, Augusta and Mathilde also don’t believe that Jero Bonaparte will stay in Paris without moving.
After several years of living with Jero Bonaparte, they had long understood his adventurous nature.
"Alas! In the future, when you conduct such affairs, can you explain everything thoroughly to us?" Princess Mathilde sighed, "Do you know what Augusta’s expression was when she learned you were going to the Cria Peninsula?"
"It’s just that I want to end the battle quickly!" Jero Bonaparte touched his nose, his face showing an awkward smile.
"Even so, you shouldn’t have!" Princess Mathilde continued to express Augusta’s complaint about Jero Bonaparte, "If it weren’t for Duke Golitsyn from St. Petersburg this ti, you probably wouldn’t have ended it so quickly!"
"Sotis, when luck cos, it can’t be stopped!" Jero Bonaparte shrugged and lanted to Mathilde: "However, Duke Golitsyn’s rebellion indeed speeded up our final victory!"
"By the way, how do you plan to handle the two governnts of the Russian Empire?" Princess Mathilde inquired Jero Bonaparte again.
"Sister, why are you asking that?" Jero Bonaparte was montarily taken aback and looked at Princess Mathilde with confusion.
"So of my Russian friends have been asking about this matter!" Princess Mathilde candidly said to Jero Bonaparte: "They hope that the French Empire can help the Russian Empire completely eradicate the rebels in St. Petersburg!"
"Leave the matter of eradicating the rebels in St. Petersburg to their Alexander Your Majesty!" Jero Bonaparte showed no interest in eradicating Golitsyn’s new governnt; he wished Russia would be reduced to ruins.
"And are you really planning to dismber the Russian Empire?" Princess Mathilde asked Jero Bonaparte once more.
"Dismber? I haven’t dismbered anything!" Jero Bonaparte responded confidently to Mathilde: "I’ve just returned Finland to Sweden, let Poland beco independent again, and handed the Cria Peninsula back to Ossman!"
"You’ve just made Russia spit out all its efforts over the past hundred years!" Mathilde replied to Jero Bonaparte.
What does it matter to ! Jero Bonaparte couldn’t help but think to himself.
Compared to the territories lost when the Russian Empire and the Soviet Union collapsed, he had been rciful enough.
In the 21st century, where Jero Bonaparte’s forr life was, the Russian Federation was the one truly slashed hard.
The once expansive Soviet Empire across the whole of Eurasia had beco a "military power" mutually consuming with Ukraine.
If Peter the Great saw Russia 300 years later, he might be angered to death by it!
"As it stands, the main part of Russia has not been weakened and still has great potential!" Jero Bonaparte replied to Mathilde, "As long as Russia can develop peacefully after the civil war, it can rise again!"
"Alas!" Princess Mathilde sighed for the fate of the Russian Empire.
"Oh, Augusta! If I rember correctly, my cheap brother-in-law’s wife seems to be the daughter of Tsar Nicolai, am I right?" Jero Bonaparte suddenly rembered sothing and quickly asked Augusta.
Empress Augusta nodded.
"Did she ever say anything like that?" Jero Bonaparte asked further.
"A few days ago, when she accompanied my brother to the Tuileries Palace, she had a conversation with !" Empress Augusta replied to Jero Bonaparte.
Afterward, Empress Augusta told Jero Bonaparte that his brother and sister-in-law were at the Louvre Grand Hotel.
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