"Father...Your Majesty..." The two of them saluted quickly, but they didn't expect that Napoleon III, who was smelling of alcohol, actually reached out and put his arms around their necks.
"Want our enemies to be put to death? There will come a day, there will definitely be..."
"Father..." There was a hint of unhappiness in the crown prince's eyes but he did not dare to show it yet, "Father... the Duke and I are discussing his brother's case. The Duke is worried that the jury will sentence his brother to death!"
"Who dares!" Napoleon III's eyes suddenly widened.
"My nephew can go to court and stand trial. This is already an exception. Don't these poor people know how to advance and retreat? Don't they know how to be grateful?"
"When will the royal family pay with their lives for the untouchables? It's so funny..."
"Don't worry, I have already arranged the so-called trial. When the time comes, the crime will be judged as improper fighting, and it will be said that the two of them had a fair fight at that time!"
"You all know about gladiatorial games. This is our European tradition!"
"This is all understandable. Although gladiatorial combat is now prohibited by law, as a tradition, sometimes you have to respect it... If you are convicted in this way, your brother is only guilty of illegal gladiatorial combat, not murder!"
"The short-lived ghost was killed because he was inferior to others. It was because of his own incompetence! Can we be blamed for this? This matter can be easily solved. A public trial followed by a fine and imprisonment is enough... I estimate that half a year of imprisonment is enough! "
"The scenery over Marseille is nice. I like the beach there very much... Montauban... Go back and see if there is a better prison over there in Marseille. Go and make arrangements for it!"
Montauban quickly smiled and bowed his head: "Great Emperor, your wisdom is unparalleled. I will handle this matter well. There must be a prison with good conditions in Marseille, and the prince will not be wronged there... …”
The young crown prince frowned. After all, he was relatively young but still had some justice in his heart. Moreover, his many years of successful experience in learning from the British gave him a deep understanding of the constitutional monarchy.
Why is Britain at the forefront of the world? In the final analysis, one's political system is the most advanced and fair. Of course, this is relative and not absolute.
The British imperial power is restricted by law, and no one dares to step beyond the bounds. Everyone has rules, and a kind of social stability and equality will emerge.
I have never heard of a British prince daring to shoot and massacre civilians, nor have I heard that members of the royal family can trample the law at will... Is it really okay for his father to do this?
"Father... I don't think it can be like this. We still have to consider the people's demands. If we can't proactively limit the imperial power and give up some power to the people..."
"I'm afraid the people will rebel by then and they will overthrow our rule!"
"That's enough! Did you drink too much today..." Napoleon III's good mood was completely ruined by his son, "Go find your mother, don't talk nonsense here!"
"Have you read too many messy books? How can power be dispersed when it can only be concentrated? If power is dispersed, how can we concentrate China's power for external expansion? How can we organize a large army to launch a war?"
"A big country must have the responsibilities of a big country. A big country must carry out great undertakings that small countries can't even think of! How can it be done without centralizing power? Once the power is dispersed, any decision will only become a quarrel. Vegetable market!”
"If the power of a country cannot be united, what big things can be done! You are so confused..."
"I'm celebrating Xiao Letian's death today! I don't want you to spoil the fun!"
After scolding his son, Napoleon III sobered up a bit. Seeing his son's aggrieved expression, he felt a little soft: "My child... you are still too young. Politics is too complicated and cannot be understood by you now. What do you want?" All I have to do is learn from my father and then slowly mature..."
"But your credit for quelling the riot this time is still very big... Tell me what you want? As long as I can satisfy you, I will satisfy you!"
The crown prince's eyes suddenly lit up. "Father... I want a fleet... I... I want to take three or four years to travel around the world. I want to personally study the economic development of colonies around the world..."
"I think there is room for improvement in our current ruling model. I always want to find a new model for ruling the world..."
"Want to travel around the world? Study politics, economics, and humanities around the world? It's interesting... Well, father can promise you that as long as we come into contact with the threat of Prussia, I will let you command a fleet..."
"When the time comes, your first stop will be Ryukyu in the east. You will take my place as my imperial commander and conquer the Chinese race first... Hahaha!"
As soon as Xiao Letian was mentioned, the Emperor was in an extremely happy mood. He picked up a glass of champagne from the maid's tray and drank it in one gulp.
The crown prince glanced at his father secretly and murmured in a low voice, "What if... what if Xiao Letian didn't die?"
The Duke of Baliqiao quickly looked at the crown prince with a warning look and shook his head gently. That means you must stop talking and don't get into trouble.
The drunken Napoleon III happily raised his glass and shouted to everyone in the hall, "Gentlemen and ladies... let us celebrate, we have successfully cut off an arm of the Prussians!"
"I swear to you, I will definitely let these Prussians learn a bloody lesson... This is just the beginning! It is just the beginning..."
"I want to restore the glory of my uncle, I want to recreate the glory of the Battle of Jena...I want to annex half of Prussia's territory again!"
"Long live!" The men and women in the hall cheered, and the atmosphere suddenly rose by three points.
Eugène Bonaparte's figure in the crowd seemed a little lonely. He did not follow the cheers and just walked to the corner of the terrace alone. Watching the all-night fireworks show in the garden, he felt a trace of worry deep in his heart.
"Will the situation really develop as we think? My father said that centralization can solve all problems, but Britain does not have such centralization. Why can it become an empire on which the sun never sets?"
"And there's Xiao Letian... Is it really that easy for him to die? And even if he dies, will we in France really take advantage?"
"I can't figure it out... I really can't figure it out!"
The crown prince is too young. There are many things that he cannot figure out at his age. If he wants to become a wise man, he will probably have to practice for another thirty or forty years.
The crown prince is not a wise man, but there are real wise men in Europe thinking at the moment. In Brussels, northern Belgium, Blanqui, the leader of the utopians, is writing a letter to his old friend in London.
