The drizzle that lasted all day and night finally ended at 6 a.m. on the 20th. The dark clouds covering Paris dissipated and the sky began to clear.
Even though the weather has cleared up in Paris in the middle of winter, you can still feel a bit of coolness penetrating your bones through your coat. In order to resist this chill, the middle class and wealthy businessmen in Paris added a set of wool linings to their dresses. This way
It can add a touch of warmth while retaining style.
Since today is Thursday, the people of Paris have begun another day of hard work.
As President Jérôme Bonaparte, who is about to dominate Paris and even the whole of France, he is wearing a black corset, wearing the Legion of Honor medal and a large shoulder strap, standing next to the window and looking into the distance, and the direction he is looking at is exactly where he is about to come.
The direction of the Palais Bourbon.
Jérôme Bonaparte, who had been staring alone for a long time, rubbed his slightly sour eyes and turned to the desk. There was a piece of paper on the desk, which was filled with dense French words. This was what he used in the first half of the night.
time to write an inaugural speech.
In order not to mess up his first inaugural speech, he spent the rest of the night reading the speech and memorizing it.
After staying up all night, Jérôme Bonaparte was a little sleepy, but now was the most critical moment. Jerome Bonaparte had to work hard to complete all the procedures of the presidential inauguration.
Jérôme Bonaparte, who was just sitting in the armchair, was fighting against the sleepiness that swept over him while waiting for the arrival of the inauguration carriage.
Jérôme Bonaparte, whose eyelids were gradually sinking like jacks, finally couldn't help but feel sleepy. He leaned back on the chair and fell into a haze that seemed to be half asleep.
Until there was a rapid knocking and shouting outside the door, Jérôme Bonaparte, who was leaning on his chair, was awakened by the sudden movement.
Yawning, he glanced at the clock on the wall. It was already 2 pm. He immediately stood up and opened the door. Outside the door, Pesini looked anxious and looked at Jérôme Bonaparte with a decadent expression in front of him.
He said: "Your Majesty, your inauguration ceremony is about to begin!"
"I know!" Jérôme Bonaparte nodded in response.
The hotel owner who followed Pesini easily brought the basin of warm water to Jérôme Bonaparte and said enthusiastically: "Mr. President, it's time to wash up!"
"Yes!" Jerome Bonaparte nodded and simply wiped his face under Pesini's "service".
With renewed energy, Jerome Bonaparte stood by the mirror, smoothed the folds of his cuffs and nodded with satisfaction: "Let's go!"
Jérôme Bonaparte went downstairs with Pessini.
At this time, the roads on both sides of the entrance to the Rhine Hotel were already filled with people who came to watch the excitement.
Paris residents who heard that the president was at the Rhine Hotel wanted to meet the new French president, and they had voted for Bonaparte.
The appearance of Jérôme Bonaparte caused a commotion among the residents on both sides of the road.
"Quiet!" Fleury, who was responsible for guarding the safety of Jérôme Bonaparte, shouted loudly, and then ordered the soldiers he had seconded from the Bourbon Palace to protect the president to maintain order.
Facing the soldiers with shining bayonets, the residents recalled the massacre a few months ago, and they became quiet.
The soldiers quickly opened a path for the same carriage.
Standing on the steps, Jerome Bonaparte looked at the people at the foot of the steps, and he saw curiosity and admiration in their eyes... He cleared his throat, waved his hand and said: "I am Jerome Bonaparte.
Bonaparte is here to thank you for your support for me. Believe me, every vote you cast for me will bring you tens of millions of benefits! Please continue to support me, and I will bring victory to you!"
"Long live Napoleon, we want Napoleon!"
The Bonapartists mixed in the crowd immediately shouted loudly.
"Long live Napoleon, we want Napoleon!"
The residents on both sides of the road, led by the Bonapartists, also shouted.
Amid the cheers of the residents, Jérôme Bonaparte got into the carriage that Fleury had purchased from the Princess de Lijevan.
Pesini and Fleury also mounted their horses one behind the other. The soldiers responsible for guarding the presidential car were divided into two groups. They worked one behind the other to protect the safety of Jerome Bonaparte.
The carriage started from the Hotel Rhine and traveled smoothly all the way to the Palais Bourbon on the south bank of the Seine.
At this moment, the Bourbon Palace has long been surrounded by two regiments of troops. Jérôme Bonaparte, who was sitting on the carriage, learned from the soldiers surrounding the carriage that the two regiments of soldiers stationed here were the first in Paris.
The troops of the division were stationed here under the orders of the division commander Changarnier.
It seems that the guys in the Party of Order are also afraid that Cavaignac will launch a mutiny, and now they even use the army.
Jérôme Bonaparte thought to himself with a smile on his lips.
Under Jérôme Bonaparte's order, the carriage did not continue going in, but stopped 300 meters away from the gate of the Bourbon Palace.
The soldiers stationed outside the Bourbon Palace noticed the changes in front of them, and curiosity drove them to look in the direction of Jérôme Bonaparte.
When Pescinny and Fleury saw Jerome Bonaparte getting off the bus, they thought something had happened. They also dismounted and came to Jerome Bonaparte.
"Your Majesty!" Fleury wanted to remind Jérôme Bonaparte that the time for his inaugural speech was coming soon.
"Don't worry! We still have plenty of time to finish the last stretch!" Jérôme Bonaparte raised his hand to stop Fleury, who decided to finish the last stretch on foot.
Pesini and Fleury looked at each other with helpless expressions.
Jérôme Bonaparte, who slowly came to the soldiers, imitated the tone of his uncle Napoleon that he had learned from his father and said confidently: "Soldiers of the Republic, you have worked hard! You are the heroes of the Republic!"
Jerome Bonaparte did not hesitate to praise the soldiers present. It was the first time that someone praised their soldiers. The soldiers could not help but tremble.
Hero? Such an ancient word, so ancient that they can only hear it from the mouths of their fathers!
There was a hint of fanaticism in the soldiers' eyes. In their eyes, Jérôme Bonaparte was no longer a person, but a time and a symbol.
The emperor's nephew is back, and the glory of the army is coming back!!
Jérôme Bonaparte, who had given the army a strong dose of medicine, once again pursued the victory and stepped forward to hold an officer's hand.
The officer held by Jerome Bonaparte also showed an excited expression: "Your Majesty... Your Majesty... I..."
"Do a good job! Glory, medals, I have everything you want here!" Jérôme Bonaparte did not wait for the officer to finish speaking, and promised.
The officer swallowed what he wanted to say, and Jérôme Bonaparte took the officer's hand and shook it again with the next officer.
The officer whose hand was held showed no sign of excitement, and even his words were a little awkward.
As for Cavaignac's promotion, they had long forgotten about it.
