The transfer of power is never smooth, nor can it be done peacefully. The calm on the stage cannot cover up the raging war below.
I don't know what happened, but Xiang Ying looked at the old prime minister's leaving back, and suddenly he felt less panic. From the corner of his eye, he looked at Emperor Tongzhi who was covered in blood, and the trace of apology that had just surfaced suddenly disappeared.
"Zaichun, don't blame me. Behind the struggle for power is actually a confrontation of ideas. You think the world should run like this, but we don't think so. We think China's future direction will be different..."
"I know you will never accept our ideas, then we will never accept your ideas. Since there is a conflict in core interests, there is only war!"
"So what if it is a glorious empire on which the sun never sets? On the surface, it is just a struggle for power between Gladstone and Benjamin, but behind them there are two extremely large political parties supporting them, and each political party They all have their own program and their own ideas!"
"Did Benjamin, who was deeply colonialist, really fail? Haha, maybe he himself failed, but don't forget that the colonial thoughts in the heart of the British will never fail. They were only temporarily suppressed..."
"Did Gladstone, who favored internal affairs and isolationism, really win? Haha, he himself is considered a victory, but if he doesn't have the support of millions of voters who agree with this idea, who is he?"
"What is a gentleman? He just has a smile on his face and a knife in his hand. Gladstone put on such a kind face in front of the voters, but who would have thought? In fact, he already knew about Ireland. There was a great uprising!”
"This man is cold-blooded at heart. He stepped on the corpses of his compatriots to become prime minister. He watched the British people in Dublin die tragically and remained indifferent. This is a politician, a fucking politician!"
"Compared to these people, what am I? I just want to kill you, Emperor Tongzhi. Compared to these politicians who stepped on thousands of corpses to come to power, I am an angel with pure morals!"
"Ideology is not afraid of bullets and guns! That's right, Xiang Ying, you have to calm down. You have made no mistakes. The kind of thought represented by Zai Chun must die! Die..."
Just when Xiang Ying was heartily cheering him up, Xiao Letian's voice interrupted him, "Xiang Ying? Xiang Ying! Xiang Ying... what are you doing standing there in a daze?"
Xiao Letian looked at him with a warm and angry look, "The situation has calmed down. If you don't take the soldiers back to the ship, are you still being rude to the Queen?"
"Oh... yes, the head of state!" Xiang Ying, who had recovered his soul, quickly stood up and saluted, turned around and directed the sailors to start trotting all the way to the Zhiyuan.
The troops on both sides withdrew, and the situation became much calmer. The Queen held Emperor Tongzhi's hand and said patiently, "Your Majesty, please give us time, and we will give you a satisfactory answer. Can you go back to Buckingham Palace now? You need to visit." A hot bath, you need a doctor to check your body..."
Emperor Tongzhi turned to look at his master, Xiao Letian nodded and said with a smile, "Leave the rest to me, you really need to rest now..."
Emperor Tongzhi stepped into the carriage accompanied by a group of Buckingham Palace maids. The wheels rolled forward. The Queen nodded to Xiao Letian and then left in the carriage.
Crown Prince Edward wanted to say something, but Xiao Letian preempted him. "Find a psychiatrist for Your Majesty! A thirteen-year-old child will definitely have psychological shadow when encountering such a thing. He needs counseling..."
"Okay, I'll take care of it right away...about this matter?" Edward asked tentatively.
"This matter is too big. If the news reaches Beijing, it will definitely shock the political circles of the Qing Empire. The Qing Empire will definitely protest... To be honest, this matter has really tarnished the image of Britain. Damn it, if the Qing government doesn’t let go, I’m afraid it will be harmful to your country’s rule over other colonies!”
What Xiao Letian said was absolutely correct. Colonization in this era was full of wars, and the natives in the colonies often had various uprisings and rebellions. Not everyone in the world was as willing to be a submissive subject of the British as the Indians were.
Once the assassination of the Qing Emperor begins to unfold, those foreign rebels will have the most advantageous propaganda weapons, and then they will be even more able to persuade the indigenous people to rebel.
If you don’t talk about it far away, let’s talk about Ireland. When the time comes, the Irish Youth Party will start to preach among the people, "You see clearly, the British even dared to assassinate the emperor of the Qing Empire, what else can they not do?"
"Don't trust these British guys, you have to fight if you want to survive!"
It is conceivable that if this kind of propaganda continues endlessly, there will be no peaceful life for the garrisons in British colonies around the world.
Edward's face became increasingly ugly and he whispered, "I hope the head of state can exert some influence on His Majesty. After all, Emperor Tongzhi still listens to your words..."
"Me? Haha... What right do I have to say? I have already marginalized Benjamin, what else can I do?"
Edward knew that Xiao Letian was taking the opportunity to bargain, and he also knew that the anger of these Chinese people could not be quelled unless he took out some real money. He leaned towards Xiao Letian's ear and kept whispering.
Just how many beneficial deals are being concluded in secret is an unknown secret.
King's College has witnessed all the conspiracies and plots, but the solidified history cannot be spoken. He can only watch quietly, from the Glorious Revolution to the Industrial Revolution, from World War I to World War II, the game of power has There's never a time when you're done playing.
That afternoon, all newspapers in the UK reported this shocking news. The headlines were all photos of Emperor Tongzhi holding the assassin's head and shouting.
Everyone was shocked. No one could have imagined that the little emperor had such a wild side, and that murderous aura came out of the photo as if it were real.
All bars, restaurants, and cafes were filled with people talking, and people were using all kinds of bizarre assumptions to guess the truth behind the whole thing.
But the vast majority of people still prefer France and Tsarist Russia, because this is the answer that seems closest to the truth on the surface.
"It must be the French! The newspapers said that it was French veterans, and they were the same veterans who attacked Beijing..."
"The fanatical Frenchman must be a die-hard royalist! I dare you to bet ten pounds!"
"Yes, I think this is not just a spontaneous assassination by the royalists. There may be a plan by Napoleon III behind it. You must know that he suffered great losses at the hands of the Chinese!"
"But why do we have to assassinate the Qing emperor? Can't we directly assassinate Xiao Letian? France and the Qing Empire are not at war now?" chapter;
