Who can offend the headstrong Emperor? Not even his son dared! The roaring Emperor snatched the thin leaflet from his son's hand and read it at a glance.
The bold letters were like knives piercing the Emperor's heart, which made his hands tremble with pain!
"Good, good, good, good... beautifully written, wonderfully written!"
"I never expected that Bismarck would actually stand up for those Chinese people, and he would completely ignore my good intentions. That's great, that's great!"
Napoleon III was already laughing out of anger, and the ministers who knew him best were shuddering. Once the French Emperor made such a devilish laugh, someone would suffer.
Eugène Bonaparte no longer knew how to persuade his father. He winked desperately at his mother. Queen Eugenie frowned and walked to her husband's side and whispered.
"No matter what you think, don't announce it now! Even if the empire wants to go to war, we must decide the pace, and we cannot let others follow the pace!"
"The British are still watching. Those ancient noble families are waiting to see your joke. You have to calm down!"
At critical moments, only an old couple can talk to each other. Napoleon III and his wife were more or less in a free love relationship. The French Emperor was the queen of his own choice, and the two still had feelings for each other.
And the queen also knows how to persuade her husband. At this time, nothing you say will work. You can only start from his inner weakness!
Where was the weak spot in the Emperor's emotions? In fact, in terms of this aristocratic status, the Bonaparte family was not a noble at all. Although historians in later generations have verified that their family was from a low-level nobility with a long history in southern France.
But it was just one of the lowest aristocratic families in Corsica. It is difficult to determine the authenticity of this identity. Many people said that this was an identity forged by historians at the time in order to gild Napoleon I.
The real aristocratic families in Europe that have been passed down for thousands of years do not recognize the identity of the Bonaparte family. This can be seen from the marriage of three generations.
Napoleon III wanted to find a princess from an established European aristocratic family to be his queen, even if it was a declining family, but he didn't expect that no one would pay attention to him at all.
In the end, he was disappointed and could only find Queen Eugenie, who grew up in a run-down noble family in Spain! This matter is a hidden pain for the Bonaparte family!
The queen told him not to embarrass himself in front of the established European aristocrats, and immediately reminded him!
Napoleon III clenched the leaflet in his hand and gritted his teeth to control his emotions!
"Bismarck's choice is destined to bring disaster to Prussia! But I am still well-intentioned and prepared to give him a chance..."
"From now on, the French navy will immediately dispatch to block all Prussian seaports and waterways! During this period, I will convene the highest level mediation meeting in Europe!"
"I will invite the Tsar of Russia, His Majesty the Emperor of Austria, and the Queen of the British Empire... and other European royal families to negotiate together to resolve the dispute between us!"
"Until the dispute is resolved, France will sever all official ties with Prussia, and our navy will block Prussia's seaports for a long time until the problem is resolved!"
"I hope William I can wake up and understand that Bismarck is Prussia's biggest sinner!"
After hearing these words of the French Emperor, the Duke of Newx shrank his eyes and sighed in his heart, "He actually can endure it? God, is this the Napoleon III I know? He can actually endure this?"
"No, no, no...he won't tolerate it. Just look at the hundreds of thousands of people shouting and killing outside, and he can't tolerate it, because once he continues to tolerate it, he will completely lose the support of the people!"
"The last bit of public support will disappear! There is only one explanation, and that is that the Emperor is stalling for time. It is very likely that their logistical preparations have not been completed yet!"
"Damn it! If only someone could add more fuel to the fire at this time! I really hope to watch France keep fighting, I really hope that all their national strength will be drained away in blood..."
The Duke of Newx is a staunch guardian of British interests and has a natural hatred for the challenge of second place. In addition, he and Xiao Letian are now a community of interests, so at this moment he is looking forward to France blindly going to war more than anyone else.
Who will add to this final fire? Just as everyone in the hall was talking about it, an exotic soldier wearing a strange military uniform suddenly ran up the stairs.
An Ottoman military attaché with a bow on his waist, wearing an embroidered robe, bloomers, a tall red barrel-shaped felt hat, and a full beard ran in.
No one stopped him, because many palace guards knew him. This was the military attaché of the Ottoman Empire's Permanent Embassy in France, and he was also one of the envoys attending the ceremony today.
The Turkish military attache hurried up to the pot-bellied ambassador, whispered something eagerly in his ear, and stuffed a thick file bag into the ambassador's hand.
The fat ambassador's eyes suddenly brightened up. He looked at the fire-sealed file bag in disbelief, then threw away the military attache and strode towards the emperor.
"Dear Your Majesty, the Ottoman Empire's embassy just received a package from the Prussian embassy. The Prussian side requested me to deliver this package to Your Majesty personally!"
"Please rest assured, Your Majesty, we have checked this package before, and the safety is reliable!"
Napoleon III was so angry, "Prussian embassy? Why didn't he hand it over to me personally..."
The prince next to him blushed and whispered, "Father, have you forgotten? Didn't you ban them from participating in this celebration?"
When the French Emperor thought that he really had not invited the Prussian diplomats, he waved to his son angrily, "Open it and see what other tricks these Prussians have!"
The ambassador of the Ottoman Empire did not dare to stay here for a long time, so he turned around and returned to the delegation. Among them were anxious diplomats from other countries, who quickly gathered next to the fat ambassador and asked in a low voice.
The fat ambassador already knew what was in the package. After all, they had checked the contents for safety reasons before delivering the package.
When he thought of the contents inside, the ambassador's face showed a horrified expression. He couldn't help but pace towards the exit, trying to keep as far away from the Emperor as possible.
"Don't ask, my friend! What's in this...O Allah! What a sin!"
Crown Prince Eugene took the paper knife from the attendant's hand and pried open the wax seal with the Prussian national emblem. After opening the seal of the bag, he found that there were more than ten photos inside.
When he pulled out the first one, he saw the face of the Chinese that the Emperor hated the most. Xiao Letian was dressed in military uniform, with a sword and sheath in his hand stuck to the ground, and he was looking at the camera domineeringly.
The half-smiling expression on his face seemed to be laughing at the people viewing the photos!
A line in French written clearly on the photo "A generous gift from Xiao Letian, the head of state of the Chinese nation, to the respected Emperor of France!"
