"Open the door! Let the judges come forward!"
"It's time for those robe nobles to fulfill their duties!"
"Can the people in the Palace of Justice turn a blind eye to the evil deeds committed by Madame Du Barry?!"
"Stop testing our patience!"
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In front of the gate of the Palace of Justice, the people gathered here were still shouting loudly, throwing their heartfelt demands to this ancient palace that symbolizes the dignity of justice in all France.
But as time passed by, people's demands were like a few pebbles thrown into the ocean, without causing any response in the Palace of Justice. Face to face with them were still the dozens of police officers who were waiting in full array.
Soldier.
This boring and powerless waiting gradually angered the people on the Ile de la Cité.
The people also know in their hearts that they do not have much time to waste in front of the Palace of Justice.
Once reinforcements from the police force or the French Army intervene, these unarmed citizens have no choice but to bury their anger and grievances deep in their hearts and flee back to the cruel reality.
This is something that the demonstrators must not accept. This unprecedented grand rally that embodies the unity and fighting spirit of thousands of people must not end in vain.
Facing the locked door, a radical argument gradually emerged among the people who were waiting to no avail:
If the selfish, arrogant, corrupt and law-violating nobles of the High Court of Justice are unwilling to perform their sacred duties, then the citizens should take their place and drive the dead worms out of the Palace of Justice, and let the people of Paris take over the High Court of Justice to hold trials.
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Soon, this idea was generally recognized by the people present.
Angry demonstrators began a second assault on the Palace of Justice.
Under the command of Oga Kumas, eight strong men found a wooden stake as thick as a bowl on the spot, used it as a battering ram, and tried their best to hit the wooden stake again and again.
A large arch blocked them.
The surrounding people acted as military musicians. They sang the percussive beats for the eight strong men, just like the trackers on the banks of the Seine River shouting loudly.
Whenever the wooden pile made a dent in the arch, a burst of high cheers would erupt among the people, which meant that they were one step closer to defending their rights and dignity.
More demonstrators tried to climb directly over the wall of the Palace of Justice.
The high wall of more than twenty feet could not stop these enthusiastic people at all. They built human ladders among themselves and climbed up the towering wall on each other's shoulders, just to reach this area that they had no qualifications for before.
The palace you entered.
And looking at the endless crowds surging towards the Palace of Justice, the police and soldiers inside the door were already breaking out in cold sweat, clenching their muskets as if they were facing a powerful enemy.
The soldiers hurriedly fired two rounds of warning shots, but this time, the gunfire was completely unable to scare away these high-spirited demonstrators. The explosion of gunpowder was almost instantly lost in the cheers of the crowd.
Not even the slightest echo could be heard.
A police sergeant in charge looked at the endless sea of ​​people in a daze.
In his more than twenty years of military career, he had never seen such a scene in Paris. He never imagined that those cowardly citizens would have the courage to raise their arms and shout.
After a brief daze, the sergeant gritted his teeth and ordered his subordinates to strap the muskets back to their backs. Facing the surging sea of ​​people, the muskets in their hands were of no use at all.
"Damn it, what are those nobles in court uniform doing? Why haven't they come forward now?"
The sergeant spat angrily and cursed mercilessly:
"And the guards of the Palace of Justice Prison, where have they gone?! Aren't you afraid that these mobs will overthrow the prison?"
Of course, no one at the scene could answer his question.
All the soldiers can do now is to retreat step by step in front of the approaching citizens, not daring to have any direct conflict with them.
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And just as the angry people gradually surged towards the Palace of Justice, the top floor of the main hall of the Palace of Justice.
"What a big mess..."
Next to Justice Mopu, an old man in a purple robe frowned and looked at the chaos in the courtyard, and said in a deep voice:
"The last time the Palace of Justice was forcibly broken into was probably during the Fronde rebellion."
Justice Mopu looked at the situation below expressionlessly and did not speak to the old man. There seemed to be a lot of discord between the two.
After all, this old man is the second owner of the Palace of Justice, President of the Paris High Court, Edmond Lavas de Saint-Denis.
Due to Justice Maupp's strong push for judicial reform, the French justice and former president of the Paris High Court had an extremely tense relationship with the high court, and his relationship with President Edmond was naturally not much better.
Although the two are jointly in charge of the Palace of Justice, this is the first time in many years that Lord Edmund has stepped into Justice Maupp's office.
In front of the floor-to-ceiling window, Dean Edmund glanced at Justice Mopp calmly, without feeling embarrassed, and continued in a calm tone:
"But in this case, you have enough reasons to start the trial of Madame Du Barry, right?"
Justice Maupp nodded slightly. The person who could make these two political opponents stand side by side was naturally their common enemy - Madame Du Barry.
After all, Madame Du Barry is also a staunch judicial reformer. If there is an opportunity to get rid of this powerful enemy around the king, Dean Edmund will definitely seize it without hesitation.
In addition to this reason, the High Court has always been a loyal ally of the Duke of Choiseul, so when Lieutenant General Jacques Philippe approached Dean Edmond, he directly agreed to join the crusade against Madame Du Barry.
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Ruling in the name of Madame Du Barry.
"With the help of the popular riots, the trial was carried out in a smooth manner. Even if His Majesty the King asks for guilt, it can be said that it is a forced and helpless act coerced by the people. Anyway, His Majesty the King will not know the details of the scene."
Dean Edmund looked at the demonstrators who broke into the door and said with emotion:
"I have to say, your mind is really good, Monsignor Maupe... But there is one thing I don't understand. Can the judgment of the High Court alone really allow His Majesty the King to expel Madame Du Barry?"
Justice Mopu shook his head slowly and said succinctly: "No, I don't know either."
"You're not sure?" Dean Edmund suddenly frowned, his relaxed and carefree expression disappeared in an instant, and he asked repeatedly:
"If His Majesty the King's focus is that the High Court forcibly tried Madame Du Barry, there will be no good end for you and me. Don't you even know this?!"
Faced with this shocking question, Justice Mopu shook his head without changing his expression and said:
"This is all Monsignor Bonaparte's plan, and I am just the executor."
"You mean Laurence Bonaparte? No wonder I saw him in the palace just now."
Dean Edmund was stunned for a moment, frowned and said:
"But you and Lieutenant General Jacques Philippe actually let that political amateur handle all this? How arrogant."
Justice Mopp didn't seem to want to talk too much with Dean Edmund. He took one last look at the people who broke into the courtyard and said as he walked out:
"Political amateurs are not suitable to describe His Excellency Bonaparte. As long as you have worked with him, you will know... Okay, it's time for the two of us to leave. If we don't come forward, these unscrupulous people will probably demolish the entire Palace of Justice.
Already."
Dean Edmund froze thoughtfully for a moment, then quickened his pace to follow Justice Maupe.
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"Wait, look! The judges are out!"
Just when the indignant people were about to break into the main hall of the Palace of Justice and take over the court, they saw Justice Maupp and Dean Edmund calmly walking out of the main hall surrounded by judges and guards.
come out.
Dean Edmund clasped his hands behind his back, swept a circle of demonstrators gathered around him, and asked loudly:
"I am Edmond Lavas de Saint-Denis, President of the Paris Superior Court and second owner of the Palais de Justice. Citizens, why are you gathered here?"
These knowing words instantly caused a high-pitched sound, and the roar of the mountain and the tsunami rolled in. The noisy shouts of the people finally unified neatly:
"Madame Du Barry's crimes are so great, can the High Court just sit back and do nothing?!"
"Sanctions must be carried out!"
"That's right! Judge her!"
"Judgement!"
"Judgement!"
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To be continued...