The conspiracy between Louis Bonaparte and Jérôme Bonaparte was in full swing.
A secret meeting is about to take place at Buckingham Palace on Piccadilly Street in London's East End. (Buckingham Palace is not far from Napoleon III's residence in the UK. I am afraid Napoleon himself did not expect that 27 years after his death, the Bonaparte family and Hanover
These two pairs of "dead enemies" in the family will become "neighbors")
A black carriage slowly drove into the small intersection on the left side of Dika Geographic Street. The carriage driver stopped the carriage, tapped his fingers on the box behind him and said honestly: "Sir, I can only deliver you here!"
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After hearing the coachman's response, the people in the box opened the door and lowered the steps to get out of the car. This person was Dr. James who was coming from Louis Bonaparte's mansion.
"How much?" Dr. James lowered his head and fumbled for the few silver coins in his pocket while asking the coachman the price.
"Sir, a total of 2 shillings! [Note 1]" the coachman responded softly.
Dr. James raised his head and shouted with wide eyes: "What? I am charged two shillings for such a short distance. Is your carriage inlaid with gold?"
"Sir, I'm really sorry! London is still in turmoil and prices continue to rise, so we have to raise prices to cope with the crisis. I hope you can understand!"
"Excuse me? I forgive you, who will forgive us! God! It costs 2 shillings for such a short distance. It's easier for you than robbery."
Although the coachman expressed his apology to James, the coachman still refused to budge on the price.
After the scene fell into a brief stalemate, Dr. James, who was unwilling to waste time, was defeated. He cursed and took out a Salon silver coin with the image of Queen Victoria on it from his pocket and handed it to the coachman.
"Thank you, Mr. Generosity!" The coachman who took the silver coin instantly beamed and thanked Dr. James cheerfully.
"Go to hell! You are really a bunch of vampires! I swear I will never be your car again!" Dr. James cursed and entered the same alleyway of Buckingham Palace.
The coachman also drove the carriage away. As for the oath to never drive a carriage again, it was just a joke to the coachman. How could decent people like them go out on foot?
After passing through the long and narrow path, there is an open area.
In front of the open area is James' Park. Looking in from the open area, you can see Buckingham Palace in the center of St. James' Park.
Dr. James strode along the road leading to Buckingham Palace, not coveting the scenery along the way. He soon came to the main entrance of Buckingham Palace.
"This is Buckingham Palace! Do you have an invitation?" Two soldiers wearing bright red military uniforms and tall military caps blocked Dr. James's progress. They were the soldiers guarding Buckingham Palace.
This is a turbulent time, and they must carefully investigate everyone who goes to Buckingham Palace.
Dr. James slightly adjusted his tie and jacket and said hurriedly: "Please inform Albert that Dr. James has important information to report to him!"
"Are you Dr. James?" The soldier looked up and down at the unattractive guy in front of him.
"I am James, academician of the Royal Society's School of Medicine!" Dr. James straightened his back proudly and responded. Being able to join the Royal Society is something that every scholar is proud of, especially now that the threshold for entering the Royal Society is becoming more and more difficult.
Well, Royal Dates is already vaguely on the verge of becoming a gathering place for the elite.
"Then go in!" The soldier rearranged the crossed muzzleloaders and opened the path that could only accommodate one person.
Dr. James finally entered the inner courtyard of St. James' Park.
After a while, a burly man wearing a kilt appeared.
"Mr. Brown!" Dr. James was a little flattered by the arrival of the strong man, and he quickly greeted the strong man in front of him.
John Brown was born in 1826, the son of Scottish tenant farmers. He once worked as a groom at Balmoral Castle. When Prince Albert bought the castle, John became Albert's leader with his outstanding ability and loyal attitude.
Prince Bert's personal servant.
After Albert married Victoria, John Brown, who was 14 years younger, naturally became the butler of the Hanover royal family. He served as the butler for 8 years.
Although John Brown looks like he is in his 30s, his actual age is only 22 years old.
John Brown, who has served as the royal family's butler since he was 22 years old, said calmly with unique arrogance: "Follow me! Prince, I am talking to the Prime Minister now!"
"Yes! Yes!" Facing the proud royal butler, Dr. James no longer had the pride he had before. He could only follow John Brown obediently.
Under the leadership of Dr. James, John Brown came to the main hall of Buckingham Palace.
Brown velvet carpets are laid throughout the hall, each arch is inlaid with golden edges, and gold-plated chandeliers hang directly above the living room. Sunlight shines in through the windows, making the entire room seem to be shrouded in gold.
"I will take you to the lounge first, and then I will call you after the conversation between the prince and the prime minister is over!" John Brown said to Dr. James in his unique Scottish rough accent.
"Yes!" Dr. James responded quickly.
Under the leadership of John Brown, Dr. James passed through the arch of the main hall and entered a room in the side hall.
Compared with the splendid main hall, the layout of the side rooms seems so simple.
A portrait of Victoria and Albert inlaid with gold edges, a sofa with exquisite carvings, and oil paintings covering the entire wall are all in this room.
Dr. James was restlessly waiting for Prince Albert's arrival.
About an hour later, a pleasant sound of pushing the door appeared in Dr. James' ears.
Dr. James, who had just sat down, quickly got up to greet him.
"I hope I'm not late!" Albert said apologetically to Dr. James.
"No... no... I took the liberty of disturbing you! I'm very sorry!" James said excitedly as he looked at the bearded Albert in front of him.
ps: 1. Under the gold standard system in the 19th century, one ounce (31.103 grams) of gold with a fineness of 11/12 could be minted for 3 pounds, 17 shillings and 10.5 pence. Each pound was equal to 20 shillings, and each shilling was equal to 12 pence. Approximately 2 shillings
