"The Duchy of Tuscany?" Empress Augusta pondered for a mont and then nodded, saying to Jero Bonaparte, "It is indeed befitting for our cousin to serve as an envoy for this country!"
"That’s right! As the second-largest nation in Central Italy, after the Pope State, having him as an envoy will not disgrace his title of Prince!" Jero Bonaparte replied to Empress Augusta, "Moreover, it would get him away from Paris!"
At this point, Jero Bonaparte paused and, with a hint of apology, said to Augusta, "However, this appointnt requires you, as Empress, to convey it for ! It’s really troubleso for you!"
Augusta shook her head and replied to Jero Bonaparte, "It’s nothing! We shouldn’t even distinguish between each other!
By the way, what do you plan to do about father (referring to Prince Old ngfuer)?"
"This is simple!" Jero Bonaparte confidently spoke to Empress Augusta, "Evil people will be dealt with by evil people! I just need to inform my sister, and she will surely help us get rid of that female spy by father’s side!"
Augusta rolled her eyes at Jero Bonaparte after hearing this, saying irritably, "Can’t you show even a little respect for Sister Mathilde?"
"Impossible!" Jero Bonaparte shook his head, flatly refusing, "There is absolutely no room for compromise between my sister and !"
Upon hearing Jero Bonaparte’s reply, Augusta showed a helpless expression.
"Alright! Ti to sleep!" Jero Bonaparte said as he took off his clothes and extinguished the gas lamp by the bed.
A few monts later, the room was filled with the sound of breathing.
...
At noon the next day, Jero Bonaparte closed the file in his hand, stood up, and walked to the window overlooking the cloudless sky, then turned around and left the study, heading to the first-floor hall of Tuileries Palace.
Upon seeing Jero Bonaparte, Bashirio quickly approached him and asked, "Your Majesty, where are you going?"
"Prepare a carriage, I am going to Madam Tilde’s Mansion!" Jero Bonaparte ordered Bashirio.
"At your command, Your Majesty!" Bashirio hurriedly set to action.
About 10 minutes later, Bashirio appeared again before Jero Bonaparte to report, "Your Majesty, the carriage is ready!"
"Hm!" Jero Bonaparte nodded, then boarded the carriage, escorted by Dragoons, heading towards Madam Tilde’s Mansion.
The carriage sped along the road, taking about 15 minutes to arrive near Madam Tilde’s Mansion.
The carriage and the Dragoons stopped at the gate of the mansion, and Jero Bonaparte stepped out of the carriage, walking slowly inside Madam Tilde’s Mansion.
When Jero Bonaparte knocked on Mathilde’s Mansion’s door, a maid opened it, saying, "Your Majesty!"
"Is my sister Princess Mathilde inside the mansion?" Jero Bonaparte asked the maid.
"Your Majesty, the Princess is currently not in the mansion!" The maid reported truthfully to Jero Bonaparte.
"Then where is she now?" Jero Bonaparte curiously inquired.
"The Princess should be at the Opera House!" The maid replied unsurely to Jero Bonaparte.
"Opera House? Who did she go with?" Jero Bonaparte asked again.
"Mr. Gustave Flaubert!" The maid answered Jero Bonaparte.
"Him!" Jero Bonaparte muttered softly and then instructed the maid, "Can you go to the Opera House and bring a ssage to my sister Mathilde, saying that I have urgent business with her!"
"Of course, Your Majesty!" The maid nodded, responding to Jero Bonaparte, and then added, "But where should I find you?"
"Right here!" Jero Bonaparte stomped on the ground beneath him when answering the maid, "Tell Mathilde I’m at her mansion!
If she dares to break the appointnt, I will definitely tear down her mansion!"
The maid showed a fearful expression after hearing Jero Bonaparte’s words.
"Go quickly!" Jero Bonaparte urged the maid to take action swiftly, while he swaggered into Mathilde’s Mansion and sat on the couch in the living room.
The head maid approached Jero Bonaparte promptly, asking if he needed anything.
"Bring out the most valuable food you have here!" Jero Bonaparte arrogantly replied to the head maid, "I’m going to feast heartily today!"
"Yes!" The head maid complied with Jero Bonaparte’s orders, preparing a fruit plate and coffee.
anwhile, the maid from Mathilde’s Mansion swiftly reached the Opera House’s entrance via carriage.
The Opera House was bustling, with many gentlen dressed in elegant outfits and ladies in lavish gowns leaving hand in hand.
The maid, newly arrived from the carriage, looked anxiously at the crowd, hoping to find Princess Mathilde’s whereabouts.
After a while, the maid found Princess Mathilde, who was at this mont walking out of the Opera House arm in arm with Gustave Flaubert.
Seeing this, the maid hurriedly ran up to Princess Mathilde and said to her, "Your Highness!"
Princess Mathilde studied the maid for a mont, then asked, "What happened?"
The maid glanced at Gustave Flaubert but did not speak.
Seeing the situation, Gustave Flaubert had no choice but to let go of Princess Mathilde’s hand and sensibly walked away.
Only then did the maid approach Princess Mathilde and said, "Your Highness, His Majesty Jero Bonaparte is now waiting for you to return at the mansion!"
"Go tell him! I don’t have ti!" Princess Mathilde commanded the maid.
"His Majesty said if you do not return, he will tear down your mansion!" the maid responded to Princess Mathilde again.
"He dares!" Princess Mathilde shouted at the maid like a hedgehog with bristled quills.
The gentlen around cast puzzled and curious glances at Princess Mathilde, prompting her to lower her voice and ask the maid, "Did he say anything else besides this? Why is he looking for ?"
The maid shook her head and answered Princess Mathilde, "His Majesty did not say! He just asked to call you back!"
"Jero, that guy!" Mathilde Bonaparte muttered softly, then looked up toward Gustave Flaubert in the distance, "Wait for !"
Princess Mathilde walked up to Gustave Flaubert to bid him farewell.
Gustave Flaubert displayed an understanding expression on his face, "Your Highness, you don’t need to mind ! I can go back by myself!"
"I’m truly sorry!" Princess Mathilde apologized to Gustave Flaubert once again.
Ultimately, Gustave Flaubert and Princess Mathilde left each other with reluctance.
Upon returning to the mansion from the Opera House, Princess Mathilde was furious to see His Majesty Jero Bonaparte lounging leisurely on the sofa, eating fruit platter and reading a newspaper.
She hurriedly approached Jero Bonaparte, gritted her teeth, and "threatened" him, "What pressing matter did you summon for? If not, you’re dood!"
Upon speaking, Princess Mathilde theatrically waved her fist.
"It’s like this!" Jero Bonaparte shared with Mathilde the news that their father’s mistress was a British spy, and Mathilde’s face showed the sa shocked expression.
"Sister, the task of splitting up Father is entrusted to you!" Jero Bonaparte patted Princess Mathilde’s shoulder and said.
"Why !" Princess Mathilde retorted to Jero Bonaparte with a face of resistance, "You should be able to as well!"
"Because you have experience in this area!" Jero Bonaparte reasoned confidently with Princess Mathilde, "If it were , people would definitely be surprised! A dignified Emperor of the Empire couldn’t tolerate a mistress; it wouldn’t be good for my reputation!
But it’s different for you. You’ve already helped Father dispel many coquettish figures!
Getting rid of one more wouldn’t be anything bad!"
"You..." Princess Mathilde pointed at Jero Bonaparte, unable to speak for a long ti, before countering, "I did it for our family’s sake back then!"
"Now, also please for my sake! Dispelling that British spy!" Jero Bonaparte clasped his hands pleadingly to Princess Mathilde, "Please!"
Princess Mathilde hesitated for a mont, then replied to Jero Bonaparte, "I can, but I need you to promise one condition!"
"What condition!" Jero Bonaparte asked Princess Mathilde.
"I have a friend, Gustave Flaubert... can you..." Princess Mathilde hinted to Jero Bonaparte.
Jero Bonaparte nodded quickly to Princess Mathilde, "Rest assured! The Empire’s review won’t extend to Mr. Flaubert!
If his reputation could be enhanced further, then he would be invited to the French Academy!
Can that be done?"
"It can!" Princess Mathilde nodded to Jero Bonaparte.
"I’ll leave Father to you then!" Jero Bonaparte responded to Mathilde and then stuffed the last slice of orange into his mouth before swaggering off.
Princess Mathilde looked at the ssy table and shook her head, muttering to herself, "Really!"
...
Returning to Tuileries Palace, Jero Bonaparte t Empress Augusta, who inford him: Pierre Bonaparte’s wife had already convinced her husband to accept the request to beco ambassador to Florence.
"That’s great!"
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