"I didn't bring back Jean Dubarry."
Count Falcone's voice was low and hoarse, like a severe leper.
The laughter in the study stopped suddenly, and the joyful atmosphere that was filled just now also disappeared without a trace.
Duke Richelieu's wrinkled eyelids suddenly jumped, then he sat back tremblingly in his chair, raised his head and asked:
"What happened? Du Barry is not in the mansion?"
The smile on Justice Mopp's face disappeared instantly, and he looked at Count Falcone quietly, waiting for his answer.
Because of the attack that took place on the outskirts of Versailles, Justice Maupe had doubts about whether Duke Richelieu was still worthy of cooperation.
If he fails to seize the opportunity this time to deal a fatal blow to that damn Bonaparte, then Justice Maupp will have to re-examine his alliance with Duke Richelieu.
Count Falcone stood there with his head lowered, organizing his words like a child who had done something wrong, and then recounted the entire incident to the two people in front of him.
"Damn...damn, damn Bonaparte!"
Duke Richelieu held his head with his hands, and a thin layer of sweat appeared on his forehead, and seemed to be talking to himself:
"We have been put together. I should have thought of this level. No, Du Barry is definitely in that mansion. We must get him out..."
After saying that, Duke Richelieu looked at Justice Maupe for help and said in a deep voice:
"Your Honor, I need help from the Palace of Justice. Is there any way we can have the authority to search that embassy?"
After listening to Count Falcone's statement, Justice Maupp's expression turned cold, as if it was another person who had just been chatting and laughing with Duke Richelieu.
"You should understand, Your Excellency the Duke, that any judicial action against a diplomatic mission must be approved by the Ministry of Foreign Affairs."
Justice Mopu shook his head decisively and said:
"I don't need to say who owns the Ministry of Foreign Affairs."
"whispering sound..."
Duke Richelieu clenched his fists and gritted his teeth and asked:
"What about special methods? For example, special authorization."
Justice Mopu still looked like the matter had nothing to do with him, and said coldly:
"With all due respect, using the special authorization law for this kind of thing will only allow me to authorize myself to be removed from the position of justice."
"Mopp, I need your help." Duke Richelieu stood up in person and walked to Justice Maupp, held his hand and said:
"This is for our mutual benefit."
"Common interests? I don't think so."
Justice Maupp simply threw away Duke Richelieu's hand and said without mercy:
"I did not get involved in that stupid attack. This is your private matter. And I have to remind you, Your Excellency, you should be paying more attention to that person right now than that person named Du Barry.
A damn Corsican embassy."
Duke Richelieu paused, then nodded with a bitter look.
Duke Richelieu was an outstanding diplomat and soldier when he was young, and he even served as the French ambassador to Austria for more than ten years.
As a former ambassador, he knew only too well the seriousness of the attack on the embassy.
Not to mention that the destruction of the embassy by the Paris police force was carried out under the orders of Count Falcone. This kind of act of commanding local troops to invade other countries on their own initiative will inevitably incur the wrath of the king.
Because other countries will not care which faction in France took the initiative to attack the Corsican embassy. They only know that it was the French official forces that launched the invasion and destruction of the embassy.
Therefore, people will regard this invasion as an official act, an act authorized by the king and the government.
In other words, Louis XV and the French government took the blame for Count Falcone.
And Duke Richelieu
Jue didn't need to think about it to know that His Majesty the King would definitely not want to be accused of being blamed out of thin air.
Justice Maupe snorted coldly, stood up directly, and whispered in Duke Richelieu's ear:
"Your Majesty the Duke, take this time to get closer to your grandson. You may not be able to see him again soon."
After saying that, Justice Mopu left the study without looking back.
The Duke of Richelieu did not stop him, but looked at Count Falcone with dull eyes, with imperceptible tears in the corners of his eyes, and said slowly:
"You are too impulsive, dear Falcone."
Count Falcone stared at his grandfather blankly, his whole body as cold as falling into an ice cave.
...
Noon the next day, Palace of Versailles, King's Suite.
"Oh, Your Majesty, you are so brave. You don't look like a sixty-five-year-old at all."
Madame Du Barry, with a flushed face, leaned half naked into Louis XV's arms and said frivolously.
"Hahaha, dear Jeanne, only being with you can make me forget that I am sixty-five years old."
Louis XV touched Madame Du Barry's silky blond hair and said lovingly:
"It's not too early now, it's time for us to get up from the big bed of joy."
After lingering for a while, the two got dressed, left the bedroom of the king's suite, went to the dining room, and began to enjoy a sumptuous royal luncheon.
Just ten minutes into the luncheon, King Louis' schedule secretary hurried in. It seemed that he rushed over as soon as he learned that the king had gotten up.
The schedule secretary bowed respectfully and anxiously and said:
"I'm very sorry to interrupt your meal, Your Majesty, but your schedule today is somewhat special, and I need to seek your permission as soon as possible."
"It's okay, just tell me."
Louis XV waved his hand generously and said:
"But I remember that I don't have any special arrangements today, right? In the afternoon I will accompany Madame Du Barry to pick oranges in the back garden. She has been looking forward to it for a long time."
Madame Du Barry smiled charmingly, came over and kissed King Louis on the cheek and said:
"I'm so happy that you remember this, Your Majesty."
"Of course I will remember your wish, my little angel."
King Louis pinched Madame Du Barry's cheek and said with a smile.
The schedule secretary looked at the two flirting people awkwardly and reminded them cautiously:
"I'm sorry, Your Majesty, but you may not be able to pick oranges."
King Louis frowned at his schedule secretary and said displeasedly:
"Really, what happened?"
The schedule secretary lowered his head and reported:
"In the afternoon, there are envoys and commissioners from twelve countries asking to see you. They are the commissioner of the Republic of Mulhouse, the ambassador of Württemberg, the ambassador of Würzburg, the envoy of the Principality of Parma..."
"Etc., etc..."
Louis XV interrupted the schedule secretary with great confusion and said:
"What's going on? These are all small countries, right? Why are they suddenly gathering to see me?"
"Yes, Your Majesty, some small principalities and counties."
The schedule secretary said cautiously:
"As for the reason...it is not my duty to inform you of the news, but it must be related to the nasty invasion that happened in Paris yesterday."
"Bad invasion?"
Louis XV frowned and asked. He had been in love with Madame Du Barry all morning and still didn't know what happened in Paris.
The schedule secretary suddenly remembered something and quickly replied:
"Your Majesty, Foreign Minister Caesar Gabriel has also asked to see you. Maybe he can explain it clearly to you. I think he is waiting for your reception in the North Hall."
Louis XV looked at the time on the clock and ordered with some dissatisfaction:
"Tell him to meet me in an hour. As for those little
To be continued...