Flowers, Swords and France

On February 7, 1862, there was another heavy snowfall.

The temperature this winter was much lower than in previous years. After the New Year, the temperature did not rise, but the cold became stronger and stronger. Snow fell one after another, dyeing the whole earth into a monotonous white.

In the endless snow, the snow in the forests and fields around the Palace of Fontainebleau became thicker and thicker. Because there were not many people, the white was preserved very intact, so that the whole palace seemed to have become an ice palace.

However, although the palace looked as calm as the white snow, it was already in a state of chaos inside, with fire burning in the snow.

Everyone, whether it was the courtiers accompanying the emperor or the servants and maids in the palace, had an anxious look on their faces. They hurried around, but they could not see much of the usual order. The air in the palace seemed a little suffocating because of the tension of these people, as if a disaster was about to fall.

Yes, for this empire, I am afraid that a disaster is indeed about to fall. Although no one has said the relevant news, the people in the palace, with their unique sensitivity, have already known a fact - His Majesty Napoleon III, the Emperor of the Empire, is seriously ill and dying, and he may not survive this winter.

They may not really care about the life and death of the emperor in their hearts, but they all care about their future very much. If the emperor dies, then their future will be overshadowed, especially in the current ambiguous political situation of the empire.

An unclear political environment will of course bring uncertainty. Now everyone does not know where the situation will go, so they naturally do not know what to do in order to gain benefits for themselves, or at least to protect themselves.

At this time, even the question of who will inherit the throne of the empire, no one can fully explain.

The emperor has legitimate children, but only this one daughter, and the daughter is only six years old now, at an age where she still does not know anything - just this point. It can tell how great the uncertainty of the court is.

Originally, according to French tradition, women had no right to inherit the throne. Charles IV, the last king of the Capetian dynasty, ascended the throne as the king's younger brother because his brother Philip V died with only a daughter.

When Charles IV died, he also left a posthumous daughter, but she still did not get the right to inherit the throne. The throne was transferred to her cousin, the Count of Anjou, who was also crowned king and called Philip VI. The Valois dynasty was formally established.

With so many historical precedents, there should not have been any controversy - according to historical tradition, the throne should have been passed to other male members of the Bonaparte family, that is, the emperor's cousins.

However, the Bonaparte family has always had a tradition of ignoring precedents, starting with His Majesty Napoleon I. Moreover, the current emperor has always disliked his cousins, and has intentionally or unintentionally expressed his intention to let his daughter take over the throne, so the originally clear situation has become a little confusing.

His Majesty the Emperor could not bear it any longer, so how he planned to entrust the country after his death became the focus of national attention. In the Palace of Fontainebleau, everyone was secretly guessing the answer to the mystery, speculating on the deep meaning of His Majesty, who had always been unfathomable - if they were lucky, this would have the potential to become their capital for rapid success.

For this question, no one is more qualified than the owner of this palace to answer.

However, the owner of this palace could only lie in the luxuriously decorated bedroom at this time, suffering from seemingly endless pain in a half-conscious state. His hair was now very messy, and a large area of ​​carefully trimmed beard also grew messily, and the passion and ambition in his eyes. Now there was only numbness.

In the evening, just when the heavy snow had just stopped, His Majesty the Emperor woke up from his sleep again.

In order to breathe fresher air, he had been staying in the Fontainebleau Palace since he fell ill at the end of last year. However, the throne and empire he claimed, the endless honor and wealth, all could not relieve him from the pain, even to the point of making him feel a little relieved.

Before he became emperor, his health was greatly affected by his private life of pleasure-seeking. After he became emperor. The consequence of excessive enjoyment was that his kidney failure became more and more severe. At first, he could barely cope with it, but in recent times, due to various complications, the pain has almost become the main theme of his life.

This endless pain is like a regular tide, one wave after another, sometimes slightly relieved, and sometimes suddenly attacked with doubled pain. In recent days, this unbearable torture has made him feel more and more painful, so that sometimes he even began to think that leaving early is not a relief.

But even if he is terminally ill, there is still some reason in his calculating head, enough to help him think about problems. After recuperating here, because the court usually does not allow others to disturb His Majesty, he has a lot of time to think - think about the problems after he is gone.

The most important of these issues is naturally the one that everyone is concerned about.

Yes, he has also been thinking about who will inherit his throne.

Because the King of England claimed the right to inherit the French throne due to his maternal descent, and then fought a painful Hundred Years' War with France for the throne, France has learned its lesson since then and strictly implemented the Salic Law on the succession to the throne, depriving the royal women of the right to inherit, and he only has one daughter.

Originally, His Majesty the Emperor would not take these rules seriously, thinking that he still had time and a chance to get a legitimate child.

If there was no legitimate child, he also wanted to pass the empire to his biological daughter. Some people would object, but he could shut up everyone who opposed it and patiently let his daughter grow up slowly and take over his throne.

However, after a recent long illness, he slowly changed his mind.

He no longer had confidence that he could live for many years, and his daughter was very young. If he forcibly broke the tradition and passed the throne to his daughter, then she would face a situation she could not handle - there were threats from the princes of the Bonaparte family inside, attacks from the republican opposition outside, and a group of ambitious people eyeing the throne... That's right. Led by the man who even he feared.

At that time, what should his poor daughter do? I am afraid that what he handed over to her was not only not a respected throne, but a dose of poison that could kill people. Whoever gains power from the two factions will regard her as a puppet. Torture, restrict, and even get rid of her.

So, after a painful choice, a few days ago, in unbearable pain. He decided to follow the historical tradition of France and not pass the throne to his daughter, but to his cousin.

Let them fight for power, it is better to fight together until the end of the fire - when making this decision, the emperor thought.

He understood that his decision would definitely cause great disputes, and the two factions that were as hostile as water and fire would definitely fight because of it, but he didn't care, as long as his daughter could get out safely and stay out of it. In comparison, he would rather let his dynasty be destroyed by the Republican Revolutionary Party. He was unwilling to fall into the hands of an ambitious person - no matter whether the ambitious person's name was Treville or Bonaparte.

He was jealous of his former chief deputy.

This Treville was extremely capable, and he had carefully cultivated his own power. He was also good at showing himself. He could almost be said to be the most eye-catching person in his court. He knew that this person was ambitious and never liked to be inferior to others.

This jealousy was mixed with a lot of fear. This person was too young. God knew when he would be unable to control him?

It was because of this hidden fear that a few years ago, he sent Duke Kerson to Austria as an ambassador in a debate on whether to go to war with Austria.

However... maybe that person did it deliberately, or maybe it was fate. After that person left, the empire quickly fell into an economic crisis. After changing the person in charge many times, the economy still did not improve, and the public resentment was getting more and more boiling. He had to call back the former number one assistant and reluctantly gave him an important task to save the empire's shaky economy.

He did not disappoint his expectations. Under that person's drastic treatment, the empire's economy finally got back on track. However, he was not grateful to the minister for this. Instead, he felt more apprehensive.

After the economic crisis eased, he quickly dismissed Charles de Treville, Duke of Cresson, who was then the Minister of the Interior and the Minister of Finance and was known as the "Deputy Emperor", in a decent manner, and then sent him to Algeria as the Governor. At this moment, I'm afraid that man is still enjoying the tropical wind in Algeria.

When he thought of this, despite his illness, the corners of his Majesty's mouth still slightly revealed a slightly sarcastic smile.

I'm sorry for you, but I'm the emperor, I have the right to be sorry for you.

He knew that after he left, the Duke's situation would probably be worse, because he had made a decision that after his death, his eldest cousin Joseph Bonaparte would ascend the throne, and his cousin hated Treville even more than him.

I'm going to die, but you... you can't be happy. This inexplicable pleasure miraculously relieved some of his pain and made him more energetic.

By the way, why hasn't Joseph come yet? A question suddenly flashed through the emperor's mind.

Then, he reluctantly raised his hand, and with all his remaining strength, he rang the bell at the head of the bed.

An attendant quickly ran to his side.

"Your Majesty?"

"Is Joseph... Is Joseph here?" His Majesty asked with difficulty.

"The previous messenger has passed, Your Majesty, they are probably still on the road now. It snowed heavily just now, and it might be troublesome for the carriage to travel..." The attendant explained in a low voice.

"Go and call him again!" His Majesty looked at the attendant, as if he didn't hear his explanation, "You go and call him yourself! If you meet him on the road, you lead the way!"

"Your Majesty?" The attendant didn't quite understand.

"Go!"

Although the voice was not loud, it was already full of unquestionable power, so that the attendant was stunned for a moment.

Even if he was dying, the emperor was still the emperor.

"Yes, Your Majesty." After a moment, the attendant reacted, then bowed to the emperor, and then took the order and walked out of the bedroom.

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A carriage drove out from the palace, and of course the people on the carriage would not notice that it was in some corners of the palace. Someone is staring closely at him.

In one room, there were two people standing behind the window, quietly watching the carriage speed away.

The walls of this room are hung with soft blue velvet tapestries. The doors and windows are also equipped with soft cashmere curtains of the same color as the tapestries. A silver chandelier inlaid with turquoise was suspended from three delicate chains, hanging from the center of a circular rosette in the center of the ceiling. The ceiling was also lined with silk, and had long pleated strips of white cashmere that radiated in all directions like starlight and hung at equal distances from the hangings. And fasten it with a pearl knot. Underfoot is a warm and soft Persian carpet, as thick as lawn, with blue flower clusters woven on it.

Even in a magnificent palace, the furnishings of this room can be said to be extremely luxurious, befitting the status of the owner of the room.

However, none of the two women in the middle indulged in this luxurious enjoyment. Instead, they all frowned in thought.

"Is this the fourth batch, Your Majesty the Queen?" After a moment of silence. One of the women wearing a fluffy white gauze palace skirt asked in a low voice.

This blond woman is none other than Ms. Treville, who is well-known both inside and outside the court. She is the sister of Charles de Treville, Duke of Curzon. She is very beautiful, even in her thirties. Still so. However, she seems to have a weird temper. Although she is very rich, she has always been unmarried and lived alone, and she only enjoyed sponsoring art.

And the person she called your majesty was the current queen of the French Empire.

After hearing her question, the queen still looked outside, as if deep in thought. But his brows were furrowed, revealing a slight uneasiness in his heart.

"The Emperor is really anxious... It seems that he has made up his mind." As if she felt that she did not speak clearly enough, Ms. Treville continued her attack, "It won't be long. Maybe you will no longer be The queen of the empire, but a widowed cousin of the new emperor... Do you like this result? "

The queen still didn't answer, she just looked out the window quietly, but out of sight, her fists were clenched tightly.

She knew that since the emperor chose this approach. This means that he has decided to pass the throne to his cousin. He did not want his daughter to be regent for him, and he did not trust himself.

Maybe he had his own considerations, but from the queen's point of view, this was an unacceptable result.

"Your Majesty, what are you waiting for? Joseph Bonaparte is coming soon. If you do nothing today, then probably no one will care about you by tomorrow. I cannot accept this result!"

"Do you think I don't know what you are thinking?" Her Majesty the Queen finally couldn't bear it anymore and turned to look at the lady coldly, "Don't act like you are thinking about me, who are you? I don’t know the details, but I know it. If you want to ask for help, just say so, don’t pretend to be a savior!”

The queen's violent outburst made the lady startled at first.

Then she suddenly sneered.

"Aren't we considered saviors to you? Only we can save you from the mire."

"If you plan to let me be your protector, then you have to show respect." Her Majesty the Queen frowned slightly, "Yes, my situation is difficult, but your situation is no better than mine. How much - Joseph takes over, it is a disaster for me, I can no longer enjoy my current rights, but for you, it is a disaster! So, you should understand that it is you who begged me!"

Haven't you figured out everyone's position yet?

The smile on Fran's face became even stronger.

"Do you think that without your cooperation, we will silently accept all the results and then bow our heads and wait for death? You think too simply. Let me tell you, without your help, we will do the same thing, nothing more It’s just to make the noise louder..."

"What do you want to do?" The queen was startled, and even her face turned slightly pale.

She knew in her heart that since the Treville family had already talked about this, they would naturally not give up.

"It's very simple. If you don't agree, we will take action directly. We will take action in the south. Needless to say, the people in the colony listen to my brother. Even in other places, how many people like Joseph?" Fran's face was still there. With a sneer. "Your Majesty is fine. Let's all stay and be our subjects. If Your Majesty goes, who will work for Joseph? If you don't believe me, take a look."

"You want to be considered a rebel?!" the queen shouted angrily. "You...can you run away?"

"If we lose, we will be treason and will be hanged. If we win, we won't be called rebels, but heroes who save the country." Fran didn't look unnatural at all, "As for myself. Now that I'm here. , then I don’t care. I will find a way to leave here, but if fate really abandons me, I will never ask for mercy. Let God judge me. Well, now that I have made up my mind, what about you? ? Your Majesty, what are you going to do?"

Her gaze was so aggressive and so piercing that Her Majesty the Queen subconsciously turned her gaze away.

"Do you think you have anything to hesitate about now?" Ms. Treville smiled slightly. But there was no warmth on his face, "There are only two ways before you now. Either you become the Queen Mother respected by everyone, or you can only become the former Queen who huddles in a corner and no one cares about her... ...At this moment, since your husband has chosen Joseph, it means that he does not trust you, so from now on you can only fight for your own destiny, right? "

"Is there any difference between falling into the hands of Joseph Bonaparte and falling into your hands? I am not your hostage." The Queen's tone has softened.

"If you cooperate with us, you can become the empress dowager. If you obey your husband, you can only go to any castle to live in seclusion. How do you want to choose. Your Majesty?" Fran still looked at the other party with bright eyes, "Don't forget, In order not to cause violent turmoil, we are happy to continue to honor your daughter as emperor... If you are unwilling to accept it, then I can only express my deep regret."

"How do I know you will follow your promise? If you really do this, no one will be able to stop you from doing anything." The Queen asked calmly.

The meaning of the Treville family is already clear. If her daughter takes over, they can tolerate it and rule the country as an acting regent; if Joseph really takes over, then they will risk civil war and bloodshed. spell. And if they win at that time, they will no longer have mercy on themselves and the Bonaparte family.

No matter how you look at it, she doesn't have many options. Even among the supporters of the Bonaparte family, Joseph is unpopular, and the same is true in the army. Even if she accepts that the throne will fall into the hands of this man, if there is a fight, I am afraid that he will not be the opponent of Treville.

Become the empress dowager, or become a prisoner of fate?

"Can you guarantee Nunnally's safety?" After a long silence, she asked in a low voice, "I can't believe you are willing to do this."

"If Nunnally was a boy, it would be very troublesome, but if she is a girl, this problem can be easily solved." Ms. Treville waved her hand with a smile, "My brother's eldest son is almost ten years old, and he is very Smart, I think he is qualified to be the husband of the Queen of France."

Marriage? The queen understood.

The Treville family intended to take over power peacefully.

"How is this possible? They..." The queen subconsciously wanted to refuse, but stopped in the end.

Maybe this is the best solution for her and herself.

Her breathing quickened slightly and she walked to the window again. But it was pitch dark outside and nothing could be seen clearly. Under such night, Joseph Bonaparte's carriage will be getting closer and closer to here... getting closer and closer...

No time.

I can't be tied to a group of people who are going to die.

At this moment, the queen made a decision, and then she rang the bell and called in a plain-looking palace lady. "Please go and take care of His Majesty. Remember to pay attention to the door and do not allow anyone except me to see His Majesty."

The female officer bowed and accepted the order without any questioning.

The Queen took a deep breath, and then turned her head to look at Ms. Treville.

"The two of us are going to meet the officers of the Imperial Guard. There must be some of you among them, right?"

"Of course." The lady smiled and replied.

"Okay." The queen nodded, and then took out a seal from the drawer of her dressing table. "Now that His Majesty is seriously ill, I have an obligation to maintain the stability of the country. Let's go there quickly and arrest all the unstable people before anyone is ready."

"You are absolutely right..." The lady smiled sweetly and saluted her.

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In the dark night, Prince Joseph Bonaparte finally arrived at the Palace of Fontainebleau in a gorgeous carriage.

The snow that had stopped just now began to fall again, and the cold wind was blowing in all directions, chilling people to the bone.

Yet he was in an excellent mood.

His Majesty's health condition is already an open secret in the country, but at this time. However, he was summoned several times by His Majesty and anxiously called to Fontainebleau.

what does that mean?

From his perspective, this meant that His Majesty had finally figured out the issue of the successor.

After getting off the carriage, he was led by his courtiers. He hurriedly walked to His Majesty's bedroom. He was thinking about how he should cry bitterly in front of His Majesty and beg God to continue to bless this poor brother.

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However, just as he was still thinking endlessly, the group of them was suddenly blocked by a group of soldiers in the corridor.

"Your Majesty wants to summon His Royal Highness to have an audience." The courtier looked at the leading officer with a very unhappy look.

However, the officer showed no intention of getting out of the way. Then he uttered something that shocked them to the core.

"By His Majesty's decree, you are under arrest!"

"Nonsense! Your Majesty asked me to take His Highness the Prince!" the courtier shouted quickly.

But the soldiers behind the officer didn't care at all and surrounded these people.

Your Majesty called me here to arrest me? ! Joseph was stunned for a moment.

Did he want to lock me up so that his daughter could successfully succeed to the throne?

At this moment, a group of soldiers rushed over. They all looked very serious, revealing a murderous aura that chilled his heart.

"I am the prince, I want to see His Majesty!" he shouted.

But no one paid attention to him. They surrounded Joseph, and then several officers came up and grabbed his waist.

"Let me go! I am the prince!" Joseph's voice trembled. "I have made contributions to the country, I have shed blood for His Majesty, I want to see His Majesty! Let me go! You can't do this!"

As if he was too annoying, an officer simply took out his handkerchief and stuffed it into the prince's mouth.

In this way, in the midst of hesitating, the prince was forcibly pulled away from the road to see His Majesty and was pushed and squeezed all the way into a room.

After arriving in this room, he found that many people had been imprisoned here.

There were servants around His Majesty. There were doctors who treated His Majesty, and even several officers of the Guards who were tied up.

It's not that His Majesty wants to arrest me, this is a coup! He finally understood.

He didn't know where the strength came from, he turned around and wanted to run out. However. An umbrella suddenly swung over and hit his leg hard.

"Ugh" he groaned in pain, and then fell to the ground involuntarily.

He raised his head and saw the middle-aged woman who looked down at him with a smile.

In an instant, his tears continued to flow. It's over, Treville's pawns have taken control of the palace.

He wanted to speak. But with his mouth blocked, he could only make a whimpering sound.

Perhaps because he was too noisy, a ruthless blow hit his waist again. This time he fell down in pain and could no longer speak.

"Everyone of you must stay here tonight and not go anywhere!" Agnes walked to the prince leisurely, and gently touched his head with the tip of the umbrella. "If anyone wants to run, he will be an example!"

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At the same moment when the prince was arrested, a large-scale search was also launched at the Fontainebleau Palace. The shouts of soldiers and the sound of military boots were everywhere. This noise overwhelmed the silence of the wilderness and made the wind and snow seem insignificant.

There were people patrolling and searching everywhere. Under the leadership of the officers who actively obeyed, the soldiers implemented the martial law order of Her Majesty the Queen, separated every area of ​​the palace, and did not allow anyone to leave. Those inactive officers have been arrested and detained. The soldiers who are used to obeying will of course choose to obey the orders of Her Majesty the Queen.

"Have they all been caught?" In the midst of the clamor, Mary asked an officer next to her loudly.

"Most of them have been caught, including Joseph Bonaparte, but... there are still a few people who have not been found yet." The officer replied a little nervously, "The most important one is Her Royal Highness the Princess."

This Her Royal Highness the Princess is the daughter of King Jerome and the sister of Joseph Bonaparte, Princess Mathilde Bonaparte, who is the cousin of His Majesty the Emperor. She has always been trusted.

If this member of the Bonaparte family escapes and meets with supporters in Paris, it will inevitably cause major trouble.

"Damn it!" Marie cursed, "Go find her quickly, search every room! Don't let her run away! Whoever finds her first will get a reward of 100,000 francs!"

"Yes!" After hearing Marie's shout, the soldiers responded excitedly.

Then, as if she had thought of something, she turned to look at the officer again, "Where is the stable? Ask someone to take me there. It's icy and snowy. How can she run out without a horse? We just need to guard the stable, and she will never get away."

"Okay, please follow me!" The officer waved his hand, signaling a group of soldiers to follow her.

Just like that, they hurriedly ran to the stable.

"Madam, will we...will we disturb the people around us with such a loud noise? If the news leaks out tonight..."

"Why are you panicking? You are suppressing the rebellion under the order of His Majesty. Are you afraid that others will know?" Mary answered sternly, "As long as the situation is under control today, the Queen Mother will be the regent tomorrow. Isn't it a merit for you to remove obstacles for her? Don't worry, when the gentleman comes back, he will definitely not treat you unfairly!"

"Yes... yes... that's great..." With Mary's explanation, the officer gradually became more confident.

He knew what he was doing today, but he knew even more that he was serving the Queen and Treville. Anyway, the Emperor was already on his deathbed, and they would have the final say in France. What was there to be afraid of?

"You know what bounty is waiting for you, so you should be in good spirits... No one can be allowed to leave tonight. Absolutely not!" Because she ran very fast, Mary was slightly out of breath, "Listen... If... Hey! There! There!"

She suddenly raised her hand and pointed not far away.

There. A figure just rode on the horse.

"It's her! Stop her!" Mary shouted and rushed over.

After seeing this group of people, the person on horseback became more anxious. She urged the horse with all her strength, and then the horse ran out while neighing.

"Shoot! Shoot!" Mary shouted.

The officers and soldiers all raised their guns, and no one shot. They were all hesitating. After all, the opposite side was the princess of the royal family...

Seeing that the other party had already ridden away, Mary was heartbroken. She grabbed the gun from a soldier next to her, then picked it up and shot in that direction, "Who cares, princess, just shoot!"

She was not proficient in weapons, so of course the shot did not cause any damage, but driven by the sound of the gunshot and her demonstration, the others woke up from a dream and quickly fired too, and the bang-bang-bang-bang sounds continued.

The horse gave a mournful cry and then lay down on the snow, while the man on the horse was also tragically thrown to the ground.

"I'm going to see how she is doing!" The officer was a little flustered, but still ran over.

Mary didn't move, she was just leaning on the ground with her gun, breathing loudly. Because her mood was too exciting and the physical exertion of running and shooting was too great, she only felt weak all over.

"French men are so useless, they don't even dare to kill a woman!" She spat as she looked at the officer running past.

"She was not shot, she was just thrown off the horse and fell unconscious!" At this time, the officer over there shouted.

"Take her back with you and lock her up!" Mary ordered in a low voice.

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Amidst the seemingly endless noise, His Majesty the Emperor finally woke up again. In these days, the time he spent awake was getting shorter and shorter, and he himself knew that he might not be able to delay it for long.

It was terribly dark all around, and it seemed like no one was around.

Where is the doctor? Where is the attendant? He opened his mouth slightly to shout, but there was no reply.

He only felt that his mouth was dry and he wanted to drink water, so he rang the bell with great effort, but still no one came in.

What's going on? What happened to the palace?

While he was still thinking confusedly, the door was suddenly pushed open.

The light from outside the door came in, but due to his serious illness, his vision was blurred and he couldn't see clearly who was coming, but judging from the leisurely movements, he shouldn't be a courtier or a doctor.

"Joseph...?" He summoned up the strength to shout softly, each letter seeming to take away some of his life force.

But soon, the man came just within sight of him.

God...

His hands and feet suddenly became cold.

The person in front of him who looked at him coldly was actually a member of the Treville family.

"I'm afraid His Royal Highness can't come, Your Majesty." At this moment, the lady suddenly spoke, "He has been detained for conspiring against Your Majesty."

"Queen...Queen..." He understood in an instant, but he couldn't form a complete sentence. "You...you..."

He did not expect that when Charles de Treville had been expelled from Paris and even France, his followers would actually take the risk and launch a coup.

The queen betrayed herself.

This ** is just for the false reputation of the empress dowager!

His throat felt sweet and he wanted to vomit blood, but he couldn't.

"She...she doesn't dare to come to see me?" He asked hissingly, trying to activate the remaining vitality.

"There is no need for her to come to see you. Haven't you already abandoned her?" A sneer appeared on the lady's face, as if she was enjoying the emperor's current appearance. "She has to be busy dealing with the rebels and consecrating her. "My daughter has ascended the throne. She is very busy and only I have time to see you."

Unspeakable anger and fear made the emperor's whole body tremble.

"You...you..." He stared at the lady, as if he wanted to curse her in this way.

"We are just doing what you have done." The lady still sneered, "The causes you sow have finally reaped the fruits. You treat us as tools and think you can manipulate us at will. You are arrogant. You treated us well... so we gave you the same thing in return! You got what you deserved, Your Majesty."

"You... you won't end well either." Although he knew that these words could only expose his inherent weakness, the emperor still said it. "I will...I will watch you die..."

"Thank you for watching, Your Majesty." Ms. Treville walked forward slowly, and then walked to His Majesty's bedside. "Our fate is no longer something you can decide, but your fate... has been decided. We decided. You might have lived for ten years, but we made your body fail so quickly."

His Majesty opened his eyes wide.

"That's right, your health has deteriorated rapidly, and it was us who treated you. Are you happy?" The lady smiled, but this smile made people shudder. "You were using my brother to work for you at that time, to smooth things over for you. We caused the economic crisis due to poor governance, and then we wanted to burn bridges! And we...how could we endure this humiliation silently? We fought back, and you became like this, but you thought you had won and you could do whatever you wanted. Depose us..."

Amidst her laughter, the emperor's face twisted in pain. The pain and heartache combined at the same time, making him so painful that he could not speak.

"Okay, I don't want to talk to you anymore." Following her words, she picked up a pillow next to her. "Don't think you can die peacefully and be taken away by God. I said, I want to Take revenge with your own hands and put an end to the treatment our family has suffered, and you will die in my hands."

From the perspective of the emperor lying on the bed, the white pillow was getting closer and closer to him.

It's like... heaven.

"Ho..." When heaven covered his face, he only sighed like his last words.

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"Finished?" When she came out, Mary came up to her immediately.

"Yes, it's finished." Fran nodded, not showing any abnormality.

"Great!" Mary breathed a sigh of relief.

"Let's go send a telegram."

"What should I write?" Mary asked.

"Everything is fine, come back soon, love you." Fran replied with a smile. (~^~)