When Carlo woke up in the morning, there was absolutely no one on his hands. He was about to get up and ask, but gave up after thinking about it.
But after all, he was still worried about him. After eating breakfast, Carlo asked about the captain of the guard.
"How is she?"
Although Carlo's words were meaningless, how could the confidant of the guard not know who the question was, so he answered immediately.
"Miss Nia, she left early this morning. She took the earliest train back to Potenza."
Hearing what the captain of the guard said, Carlo suddenly said, "Do you think what I did is right?"
Carlo's seemingly asking question was answered by the captain of the guard, Felici Mitch, after careful consideration. "There is nothing right or wrong about this. It is just an inevitable choice when you grow up. Your Majesty, don't be too entangled."
The captain of the guard's words of persuasion only caused Carlo to say, "No, you don't understand."
"Leave me alone for a while."
"As you command, Your Majesty."
Yes, Carlo thinks they don't understand, and maybe it's a bit pretentious to say it, but this is Carlo's first love in his two lives, and first love is the most precious, and seeing the departure of his beloved woman, it would be fake for Carlo not to feel heartbroken.
But what the captain of the guard said is right. This is also an inevitable process of growing up. Although it is not perfect, it is life.
Carlo will keep this memory deep in his heart and just leave a good memory.
When he came out again, Carlo had given up because the country still needed him.
For Carlo, the most important thing at the moment is tomorrow's pro-government ceremony. Although he has actually regained power, there is still some name Carlo needs.
For example, before this, the power was nominally shared by the regent, speaker, and prime minister. Although Carlo got back most of the power through his own efforts. But after all, the name was not justified, so he did not care about the pro-government ceremony.
What I look forward to most is that after tomorrow, I will become the legitimate controller of power.
The current power structure in Italy is actually a bit like Germany's dual constitutional monarchy. The king is the controller and mediator of great power, and the prime minister just takes over the power of the government from the old man. As long as the king does not agree with him, then the rest
No matter how good you are at your job, you can still be replaced.
Of course, this is only a possibility. If the prime minister's popular prestige is too high, even the king will need to consider the impact.
However, Prime Minister Despretis does not have this kind of prestige, or in other words, there are no more than two people in Italy who have such prestige, including Prime Minister Cavour and Garibaldi. However, both of them have passed away, so now
Italy's prime minister, who is more like the highest official in the government, cannot be independent.
While Carlo was looking forward to tomorrow, in the Prime Minister's Office, Depretis, as Prime Minister, was a little troubled. The reason for his troubles was the dispute between his two confidants.
"Prime Minister, tomorrow the king will hold a ceremony to take over the throne. It's time to make an idea."
Home Secretary Sabot looked at the Prime Minister with a sad face.
"How do you make up your mind? Do you still want to do something? You can't do anything drastic at this time, otherwise the prime minister may be replaced at any time."
Rivera, the Secretary of Commerce and Trade who is also a confidant, fought back against the opponent.
Sabot did not look at the Minister of Commerce and Trade, but continued to persuade the prime minister who was sitting motionless. "You are completely placing your hope on the king. Although the king has given a guarantee, everyone knows that putting hope on
It is simply not advisable to rely on other people’s guarantees.”
"Then what do you want the Prime Minister to do? Do you want the Prime Minister to oppose the King's pro-government?"
Facing Rivera's rebuttal, Sabot felt a burst of anger. "I never said that I wanted to oppose the king's pro-government. This is simply unrealistic. At present, we need to focus more on winning over other people, while the king is still alive.
Without controlling the political situation, we must act first."
"This is not to arouse greater suspicion. This is simply not feasible."
Facing Rivera's cowardly words, Sabot became completely angry. "Wouldn't it arouse suspicion if we just do nothing?"
"At least this can save the Prime Minister's position. As long as the Prime Minister is still under our control, then others will not..."
"Bang," the argument between the two confidants was interrupted by Prime Minister Despretis.
"I can understand your asphalt, but I know exactly how to do it, so I don't need to explain it anymore."
Depretis' words caused the two of them to stop fighting once again, but judging from their expressions, they were still unconvinced by each other. On this point, Depretis had no choice.
Because the two of them are different, Rivera is a general of the pro-French faction and a strong political support for Depretis.
It was much simpler for Sabot, because he recognized Depretis's political charm and came to join him.
Therefore, of the two of them, one agrees with Depretis's political philosophy and the other agrees with his political charm. Although there is no difference in day-to-day life, the difference becomes apparent at critical moments.
Rivera started from considerations of factions more, while Sabot considered more from the prime minister himself. So one of them slowed down and the other rushed. These are choices made based on different considerations.
As for DePretis himself, he was in a dilemma. He didn't know what to choose. This was also his weakness, he was a little indecisive.
But now that his prestige is still there, the dispute between the two can be suppressed.
So the two of them could only leave the Prime Minister's Office in despair.
However, even though they left, the tense relationship between the two people was not relieved at that time. They each looked at each other, snorted from their nostrils, and left one after another.
Sabot looked at the Minister of Commerce and Trade walking in front with a gloomy expression on his face.
After returning to the carriage, he seemed to have made up his mind.
"Leif, don't send me back yet, I want to go for a walk on the street."
"Okay, Your Excellency."
The coachman's answer made him think deeply. Regarding the Prime Minister's indecisiveness, Sabot felt a burst of anger. How could he have taken a fancy to this person at that time?
Forget it, I need to change my clothes.
Sabot took out a set of ordinary clothes with a hood from the carriage and changed into them without saying a word.
When the carriage turned to Saint-Erle Street, he stopped the carriage. "You go back first, I have something to take care of."
"As you command, Your Excellency."
After the carriage left, Sabot put on his hood. There were many celebrities living in this street, but this time his target was not them. It was an inconspicuous house on the corner of the street. Few people knew that Aleja, the palace steward,
De lives here.
He came to the door and rang the doorbell without hesitation and determination.
