Sitting on the sofa, Jero Bonaparte let his hands hang over his thighs and, with his head lowered, images of one alternative candidate after another flashed through his mind like a slideshow.
After a period of careful contemplation, Jero Bonaparte suddenly thought of soone.
Perhaps he could give him a try! Jero Bonaparte thought to himself.
Determining the candidate for Secretary General, Jero Bonaparte resolved to dismiss Lucien Murat once the Italy issue was settled.
However, before the Italy issue is completely resolved, Jero Bonaparte still has to appropriately appease Lucien Murat, and et with the person he has in mind as the future Secretary General.
After all, the individual currently holds the status of being one of the mbers of the opposition of the Empire.
To recruit him indeed requires so ti, and even making so concessions.
Soon thereafter, Bashirio appeared in Jero Bonaparte’s study.
"Your Majesty, it’s alti!" Bashirio respectfully said to Jero Bonaparte.
"I know!" Jero Bonaparte nodded, stood up, and followed Bashirio to the dining room.
Arriving in the dining room, Jero Bonaparte saw Augusta, who had already been waiting there for so ti, and sat next to her with a smile.
Augusta imdiately asked Jero Bonaparte, "What did Ambassador Kaoz and Ambassador Richard tternich want?"
"They were rely expressing their monarch’s concern over our assassination attempt and then making promises they cannot fulfill!" Jero Bonaparte shrugged and casually responded.
"What promises?" Empress Augusta inquired curiously.
Jero Bonaparte told Augusta about Ambassador Kaoz’s promises, to which Augusta curiously responded, "The promises from Ambassador Kaoz don’t seem difficult to resolve!"
"Britain will certainly not agree to Ambassador Kaoz’s promises!" Jero Bonaparte replied confidently to Augusta, "Even if the Palrston Cabinet agreed, I guarantee the resolution wouldn’t pass the Lower House!"
"Why?" Empress Augusta asked curiously to Jero Bonaparte.
Just then, a small cart entered the dining room, placing lunch before Jero Bonaparte and Augusta.
Jero Bonaparte ate while explaining, "Because there are too many exiled forces in Britain, these forces intertwine to form a powerful interest group, indirectly influencing Britain’s policy.
The thing they fear the most is the passage of the extradition bill; once passed, it would an their safety in Britain can’t be effectively guaranteed.
If other countries demand the extradition of their exiled forces from Britain, Britain would have to agree to their terms due to the bill.
Therefore, they will absolutely not let the bill pass smoothly."
"I see?" Augusta showed a sudden realization, "Why did Ambassador Kaoz make this impossible promise?"
"Perhaps Ambassador Kaoz himself doesn’t realize the trendous resistance he is facing!" Jero Bonaparte said lightly, "Alright, enough of this! Let’s eat!"
Jero Bonaparte and Augusta took nearly an hour to finish their lunch.
As they were about to finish, Jero Bonaparte spoke again to Augusta, "Tomorrow, I will host a grand eting at the Louvre to reassure the officials loyal to serving the Empire!
Augusta, would you like to co with to see them?"
"Certainly!" Augusta replied to Jero Bonaparte without hesitation.
...
That afternoon, Jero Bonaparte ordered Bashirio to send invitations to the Cabinet Ministers, senior officials of the Seine Province, generals of the Seine Province Military District, and representatives of the Legislative Corps, inviting them to the Louvre the next day.
"Your Majesty, should we also send an invitation to the Republican Faction representatives of the Legislative Corps?" Bashirio specifically asked.
"Of course! Those Republican Faction representatives also represent the will of so French, and they ought to be respected by the Tuileries Palace!" Jero Bonaparte nodded and said to Bashirio.
"Understood!" Bashirio replied to Jero Bonaparte, but soon Bashirio raised another question, "Your Majesty, if those representatives are unwilling to co..."
"You just need to send the invitations over! Whether they co or not is their own business!" Jero Bonaparte said indifferently.
"Yes!"
After leaving the study, Bashirio imdiately got busy, and about an hour later, all the invitations were ready.
Then Bashirio handed them over to the Guard Cavalry at the Tuileries Palace, instructing them to deliver the invitations to the invitees in batches.
Tweny-so Guard Cavalry mbers, divided into teams of three, started their actions, quickly heading in different directions after leaving the Tuileries Palace.
One by one, invitations were delivered to the hands of the invitees, many of whom smiled upon receiving the Tuileries Palace’s invitation.
A small portion of the invitees, however, were confused upon seeing Jero Bonaparte’s invitation.
The puzzled invitees were individuals such as Jules Favre and other minority Republican Faction representatives from the Legislative Corps.
When Jules Favre received the invitation delivered by the Guard Cavalry from the Tuileries Palace, he imdiately handed it back to the Guard Cavalry and seriously said: "You delivered to the wrong address!"
The Guard Cavalry took the invitation back, opened it, and read word by word: "You are Mr. Jules Favre, correct?"
Jules Favre was stunned for a mont, then responded to the Guard Cavalry: "That’s right! I am Jules Favre!"
"Then there is no problem!" The Guard Cavalry returned the invitation to Jules Favre with a blank expression and said, "Mr. Favre, I didn’t deliver to the wrong address, this is indeed your invitation!"
Jules Favre took the invitation and opened it.
The bright red invitation indeed had his na, Jules Favre, written on it!
What exactly does Jero Bonaparte want to do? Jules Favre pondered in his heart.
He was sowhat perplexed by Jero Bonaparte’s intentions. Such etings should be inviting those loyal to the Empire, while those like them, who had no loyalty to the Empire, logically should never be the subjects of such invitations.
Why would Jero Bonaparte choose to invite them over? Is there so sort of conspiracy?
Just as Jules Favre was lost in thought, the voice of the Guard Cavalry reached his ears, "Mr. Favre, I’m leaving now!"
Coming back to his senses, Jules Favre hurriedly called out to the Guard Cavalry, "Wait a mont!"
"Mr. Favre, do you need anything else?" The Guard Cavalry looked at Jules Favre with a puzzled expression.
Jules Favre handed back the invitation and said righteously to the Guard Cavalry, "Please return this invitation to your master, Jero Bonaparte, and tell him!
We will definitely not submit to them!"
"Mr. Favre!" The Guard Cavalry displayed a slightly contemptuous smile at the corner of his mouth, arrogantly saying, "This invitation is not ant to recruit you. If you wish to co tomorrow, then co!
If you don’t want to, then just consider you never received the invitation!
The items sent by the Tuileries Palace are never to be taken back."
With that said, the Guard Cavalry proudly left Jules Favre’s residence with his head held high.
After placing the invitation on the table, Jules Favre paced back and forth, unable to decide whether he should go or not.
A while later, a knock ca at the door of Jules Favre’s room.
Jules Favre turned towards the door to inquire who the guest outside was!
"Favre, it’s Enon (Jacques Louis Enon)" ca the voice of Jacques Louis Enon from outside the door.
Hearing Enon’s voice, Jules Favre quickly opened the door.
After shaking hands with each other, Jules Favre asked Enon about the purpose of his visit.
Once inside, Enon noticed the invitation placed on the table by Jules Favre, a surprised expression appearing on his face, and he pointed at the invitation asking, "You received this too!"
"What? You got one too?" Jules Favre showed a similar look of astonishnt.
Enon quickly took out his invitation and said to Jules Favre, "Yes, I received an invitation too!"
"May I take a look?" Jules Favre asked Enon.
"Certainly!" Enon nodded to Jules Favre and then handed him the invitation.
Jules Favre opened the invitation, its content and wording exactly the sa as his own.
"Favre, what do you think Jero Bonaparte wants to do?" Enon asked, then guessed on his own, "The purpose of sending us invitations, could it be to enlist us?"
Jules Favre shook his head at Enon, "I think Jero Bonaparte should know that neither of us would ever compromise with the Empire!"
"Well... what should we do now?" Enon questioned with a gift, "Are we supposed to join the invitation?"
After a mont of thought, Jules Favre responded to Enon, "Let’s wait a little longer!"
"Wait! Wait for what!" Enon asked Jules Favre in confusion.
At the next mont, a knock again sounded at the door, Jules Favre rose, smiling at Enon, "See, here cos another person! I bet it’s Picaud and Olivier!"
With that, Jules Favre quickly trotted to the door and opened it.
"Good afternoon, Mr. Favre!" Sure enough, standing at the door were none other than the last two mbers of the Republican Faction’s quartet, Emile Olivier and Ernest Picaud.
[Historically at this ti, the Republican Faction had five opposition representatives
However, now Jero Bonaparte had recruited Alfred Dariemon, originally part of the Republican representatives.
The five original opponents were reduced to four.]
"Olivier, Picaud, you’re here!" Jules Favre shook hands with Emile Olivier and Ernest Picaud and gave each a hug.
Subsequently, Jules Favre introduced Emile Olivier and Ernest Picaud to Jacques Louis Enon.
"You also received the invitation from the Tuileries Palace?" Enon promptly asked Emile Olivier and Ernest Picaud.
"Indeed!" Emile Olivier and Ernest Picaud simultaneously took out their invitations, "We couldn’t decide whether to attend or not, and thus ca here seeking your advice!"
After taking a glance at the invitations in Emile Olivier and Ernest Picaud’s hands, Jules Favre fell silent for a mont and then addressed them, "It seems that we have all received invitations!"
"I’m afraid it’s not just us who received the invitations; many others have as well!" Emile Olivier showed a hint of lancholy between his brows, answering Jules Favre with, "However, what exactly is Jero Bonaparte’s intent? Is it rely to celebrate escaping an assassination, or is there another reason..."
"Why don’t we ask Dariemon!" Ernest Picaud suggested, "He might have so insights on this invitation!"
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