"I will handle the attack myself. Let's put this matter aside for now. I promise I won't implicate you."

Duke Richelieu swept the blooming flowers in front of him expressionlessly and said in a deep voice:

"The key now is the crown prince."

Although Justice Maupp's unrestrained rebuttal made Duke Richelieu a little angry, he still kept this personal emotion deeply hidden.

This quality of being indifferent to emotions and anger has already been possessed by him decades ago.

Although today's Duke Richelieu has huge influence in politics and aristocratic circles, he does not have substantial power in his hands. Therefore, he still needs the powerful Justice Maupp to stand by his side.

side.

When Justice Maupe saw that Duke Richelieu's demotion had given him a step up, he snorted and ended the topic by saying:

"I returned to Paris yesterday afternoon, and I have no news from the Crown Prince."

"That is to say...the crown prince's decision to come to Paris should be a last-minute decision."

Duke Richelieu reached out and picked up a white lily, put it under his nose, smelled it, turned the stem and said:

"It seems that he was inspired by Laurence Bonaparte. I don't know what means the young man used to convince the king."

Justice Maupp's anger obviously had not completely dissipated. Hearing Duke Richelieu mention the damn Governor of Corsica again, he couldn't help curling his lips and said:

"What other means could there be? He must have used sweet words to seduce the king. That boy is more insidious and cunning than a cobra in the dense forest, huh."

Duke Richelieu reluctantly threw the lilies aside, moved his neck twice, and said:

"To a certain extent, this is also an advantage. Having said that, the Crown Prince's visit should not be for political purposes. Even if there is a political purpose, it should not be for us."

"Well...that's true."

Justice Mopu pondered for a moment and then nodded in agreement.

Both of them understood that King Louis did not want to intensify the struggle between the Duke of Choiseul and the Duke of Richelieu. What he most wanted to see was that the two factions could live in harmony.

Of course, Duke Richelieu would definitely not be happy to maintain the status quo. After all, that would mean that Duke Choiseul would continue to hold power, and he and his family's descendants would be further and further away from the center of politics.

However, since King Louis hoped for reconciliation between the two factions, the purpose of sending Crown Prince Louis to Paris was definitely not to suppress Duke Richelieu's faction, but for another purpose.

This is also the consensus of the two people.

"Although it seems that Choiseul and Bonaparte dare not blatantly use the crown prince to fight us, they will certainly not give up the political value of the crown prince."

Justice Mopp put his chin on his hands and analyzed gloomily:

"We will be a little passive in the next period of time."

"It should be like this, it's time to switch from offense to defense."

Duke Richelieu nodded slightly and said:

"But...as long as Baron Bertula and I start executing our plan, everything will be fine."

"Those plots between you and the British ambassador? All right, I hope you are sure of it, Your Excellency the Duke."

Justice Maupp glanced at Duke Richelieu doubtfully and said in a very frivolous voice.

He no longer trusts and relies on Duke Richelieu as he did before.

...

On the other side, the Palais Tuileries, which has been stared at by countless pairs of eyes, has become a focus of Paris.

Not only politicians, but citizens from all walks of life are speculating and inquiring about the purpose of His Royal Highness the Crown Prince's visit to Paris.

Only a few hours had passed, and many dignitaries had already sent their men to station themselves in the streets and shops around Duyinleli Palace, always paying attention to the movements inside and outside the palace.

Major newspapers are also preparing to report Crown Prince Louis' visit to Paris as a front-page report tomorrow. At this moment, almost all their reporters have been dispatched to the area around the Tuileries Palace.

Just look at the crowded cafes and restaurants around the Tuileries Palace to know how many people are focusing their attention on this former royal palace.

In the evening, an unexpected carriage suddenly broke into the sight of the spies.

The carriage was all black, very simple, without any exaggerated decorations, and was driving slowly towards the Tuyinleli Palace.

This carriage is obviously not the vehicle of a certain noble, because there is no coat of arms painted on the side wall of the carriage, and most nobles will not travel in such a carriage without personality and characteristics.

The driver was wearing white gloves and a gray tuxedo, but he looked nervous, as if it was his first time driving to a forbidden place as deep as the Tuileries Palace.

Finally, the carriage stopped smoothly in front of the palace gate.

Two elegantly dressed gentlemen wearing short cloaks and holding canes stepped out of the carriage and stood together in front of the gate.

They took a few deep breaths on the spot and seemed to be even more nervous than the coachman.

"Hmm...? That's..."

A spy not far away squinted his eyes and looked for a moment. Naturally, people in their profession are well-informed people. He quickly recognized the two gentlemen and said in surprise:

"That's Montmartre and Lord Merry, why are they here?"

After hearing this, several people around them quickly started whispering:

"Are you talking about Montmartre of the Bank of France and Lord Mery, chairman of the Stock Exchange? These two are both people in the financial industry."

"Could it be that His Royal Highness the Crown Prince's trip has something to do with the financial world?"

"It's hard to say, let's just wait and see."

"I have to report this news quickly."

The most excited people among the crowd were of course the reporters from financial newspapers. Being able to see their old acquaintances here meant that there must be big news in the financial world recently.

...

"I really didn't expect that His Royal Highness the Crown Prince would invite us to dinner."

In front of the Tuileries Palace, Mr. Montmartre tugged on his tie nervously and even trembled when he spoke:

"Please help me, old friend, is there anything wrong with my clothes? I don't want to make a fool of myself in front of His Majesty the Crown Prince."

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Come on, calm down, Montmartre, you have asked me this question no less than twenty times. My answer will not be the same."

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Lord Melly patted Mr. Montmartre on the back twice to signal him to calm down and said:

"This invitation was sent by His Excellency Bonaparte. He should be asking us about the listing of the National Silver Company of Corsica. Don't screw it up in front of His Majesty the Crown Prince."

However, Lord Melly who said this was no better than Mr. Montmartre. He was also nervously picking at his cane and taking deep breaths to try to calm down.

For these two people, it was a great honor to have dinner with the future king.

Of course, both of them knew very well that this invitation was sent by His Excellency Bonaparte. In other words, it was His Excellency Bonaparte who secured them this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

In this sense, they owe Lawrence a big favor.

After hesitating in front of the door for a moment, the two of them managed to calm themselves down and slowly walked into the Tuyinleli Palace.

...

The lights in the banquet hall were bright, and everything was decorated according to the specifications of the royal palace more than a hundred years ago.

The sterling silver withered tableware and imported porcelain tea sets shipped from Marseille, the silk tablecloths on the table and the sunken wood seats underneath are all of the highest quality.

This makes Mr. Montmartre and Lord Melly, who live a prosperous life, feel ashamed.

Of course, in front of His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, all these material enjoyments pale in comparison.

Even though they had already saluted Prince Louis, Mr. Montemar and Lord Merry, who were sitting in their seats, still felt nervous and kept smiling awkwardly, not knowing what to say.

"You two are Merry and Montemar, right?"

Prince Louis didn't pay attention to the trembling looks of the two people, but looked at them with interest and said:

"I just heard about you, the financiers, from Lawrence, and it was very interesting."

The Palace of Versailles is only haunted by pretentious nobles, and Prince Louis, who has lived there so far, has not had any dealings with shrewd financiers.

"Well, thank you for your compliment. It's really our honor."

The two of them felt flattered and said almost in unison.

Judging from their highly overlapping lines, it seems that they have been preparing for this dinner for a long time.

"Ahem" Lawrence coughed twice and said with a smile:

"The main purpose of inviting you two to dinner this time is to discuss the listing of the National Silver Company. As for why His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is also there..."

Crown Prince Louis immediately answered excitedly:

"I have been appointed by my grandfather, oh no, His Majesty the King, as the royal family's financial director, so I have to participate in the operation of this company."

As soon as he finished speaking, Mr. Montmartre and Lord Melly on the other side opened their eyes wide and couldn't believe their ears.

With the intelligence of these two people, they can see that the so-called royal financial director is a false title, and this position did not even exist before, and the purpose of Crown Prince Louis coming to Paris was actually to participate in the management of the national silver company?!

If Crown Prince Louis had not said this himself, Mr. Montmartre would never have believed that His Highness, the Crown Prince, would lower his status and come to Paris to manage a company.

Even Crown Prince Louis was not the full owner of the company. The real control was in the hands of the young man next to him, Laurence Bonaparte.

"How much energy does His Excellency Bonaparte have... Not only can the Duke of Choiseul come forward for him, but now he has also invited His Royal Highness the Crown Prince. This is really..."
To be continued...