The center of the royal capital has now entered the highest alert state. The guards held weapons one by one, standing or squatting behind the temporarily built positions, staring carefully in front of them. Behind them is the magnificent palace, the last barrier of the dynasty.

Behind them, His Majesty the King of France, today brought his several of his confidants to the balcony, looking into the distance, and looking at his capital.

Of course, the noise of the city did not escape the ears of the group of people. Although he still maintained his surface calmness, His Majesty the King's face was gray and the corners of his mouth were trembling slightly. He did not move at all and looked into the distance.

It was already evening, and in the distance, fires rose everywhere, making the city much brighter than usual.

To see everything more clearly, he opened his eyes wide.

Mobs, countless mobs were rushing towards him, some of them holding torches, and more people rushed towards the palace with their weapons, shouting and roaring.

Looking from his position, the terrifying frenzy was like a fire snake, pounced towards him with an unstoppable momentum. He seemed to be able to see that it had opened its mouth, and its sharp fangs were spreading towards him...

"Down with the King! Long live the French Republic!"

"Hang the tyrant and destroy the executioner!"

"Execute Louis XVI today!"

The sound of the craziness had already reached his ears, like thunder, and like a judgment passed down from the heavens. He could not see any of the mobs clearly, but it seemed that each of them was familiar...

"Ah!" He subconsciously covered his eyes, and then suddenly fell backwards. If it weren't for the clever attendant behind him, he would have fallen to the ground.

There is no doubt that he is now filled with anxiety, fear, and boundless fear.

No one knows the horror better than him. This is the scene he has seen in his nightmare countless times, and this is the nightmare that has made the royal families in Europe restless for sixty years.

He is someone who has personally experienced that horrible era! He is one of the people who have seen Louis XVI's fate with his own eyes!

[On January 21, 1793, Louis XVI was executed by the revolutionary government. At that time, the young Louis Philippe and his father, Philippe, who were members of the National Assembly, both witnessed the execution of the king.]

"Army! Damn! Army!" The king, who was supported by someone, looked at the attendant next to him, cursing and shouting in a stern voice, but sounded full of weakness. "Where is the army? Why haven't it come yet? Has no one sent them an order?!"

"Your Majesty! Your Majesty!" The attendant's voice was a little anxious. He increased the volume, hoping to restore his majesty to his sanity. "The messenger has been sent out. Now the army must be mobilizing. Please wait a little longer! Don't worry! As long as you wait for a while, these mobs will be crushed to pieces!"

"No rush? How can we not be anxious?" His Majesty the King blurted out. "We are all going to become victims of the mob!"

"Your Majesty, calm down! Calm down!" The attendant next to him kept persuading the king to remain calm.

The tip of the fire snake is about to touch the garden before the palace, and it has arrived!

Several mobs raised their guns and fired at the blurry figure on the balcony of the royal palace in the distance.

"Bang!" The projectile flew forward with a sharp roar.

...

At such a long distance, there is no gun in the world that can hit the target at this time.

But... it is enough to bring enough horror to His Majesty the King. Scenes sixty years ago and scenes sixty years later are entangled in his mind, almost integrated.

He seemed to hear a roar from the existence in heaven.

"If you seize the throne of Bourbon, you will have to face Bourbon's fate!"

"Ah!" His Majesty the King let out another scream, as if he was stabbed by a needle, so scared that the servants next to him thought that His Majesty the King had been hit by a stray bullet.

After confirming that the king was fine, the attendants pulled His Majesty back to the room with all their might.

Therefore, His Majesty the King, who was lying on the bed, still retained a clear consciousness.

"I'm fine, go and call the Prime Minister!" He gave the order.

The Prime Minister fled into the palace in a panic in the afternoon. After they escaped, the Prime Minister's residence was already trapped in the hands of a mob. When he heard the news, His Majesty the King was so angry that he was furious that he was placed in the waiting room without seeing the king. Now, he finally got the opportunity.

However, when the Prime Minister came to the meeting according to his orders, the room fell into a dead silence. The Prime Minister just stood in front of his bed, lowered his head and said nothing, as if he was not going to speak first. The two dull people looked at each other and were speechless for a moment. The room was in the palace, and the walls and doors were very thick, which isolated the deafening shouts outside. At this moment, it actually brought the two people a sense of illusion that was beyond reality.

It was not until the end that His Majesty the King spoke in dejectedly.

"Sir, do you think we can still get through?"

"No, Your Majesty." The Prime Minister was about to answer so bluntly, but out of a kind of pity, when the words came to his mouth, they were finally replaced, "I don't know, Your Majesty..."

"Don't you know?" After hearing this answer, His Majesty the King smiled bitterly, "What do you know? Do you know what kind of crisis we are facing now? What do you know in the face of such a great upheaval?"

The Prime Minister did not answer his words, and he was no longer in the mood to compete with the old man anymore. He just felt uninterested and wanted to take a break soon.

The dynasty was over, completely finished. He knew this fact very well, and felt that His Majesty the King would soon find out.

"Then..." A hint of hope suddenly flashed in His Majesty the King's eyes, "What do you think we should do now?"

The Prime Minister pondered for a moment, and finally gave only one answer.

"Put your hope on the army, your majesty. If the army still supports you, you can survive for the moment..."

"For the time being?" His Majesty the King heard the word clearly.

"Yes, it's just for the time being." The Prime Minister nodded gently, "Even if the army enters the city and forces all the riots today, everything will not be able to recover as before. All of us can do for you is to delay a little longer, and it won't be long... Our problem cannot be solved by killing a few mobs, Your Majesty."

What's more, the army will not come to suppress it. He added another sentence in his heart.

After hearing this answer, His Majesty the King's face twitched again, and then he stared at the Prime Minister tightly.

Another silence.

"Are you still blaming me for not following your opinion?" The king spoke for a while before he spoke again.

"No, I have no right to blame you, Your Majesty." The Prime Minister replied in a low voice, "and you have your considerations, too."

"In other words, do you think there is no hope?" His Majesty the King continued to ask.

The Prime Minister's head lowered his head and stopped talking, but his silence had already answered very clearly.

A trace of anger flashed through the king's eyes.

"What? Do you think I'm finished? No! Never!" He shouted to the Prime Minister, "I wouldn't just bow down and admit defeat. At least now, I am still the king and the legal monarch of this country! I can't just abandon everything I have worked hard to get, do you understand!"

He continued to shout, as if he was angrily scolding the Prime Minister and as if he was cheering himself up, "My ancestor is also Emperor Henry! He was much more difficult than me when he got this throne, but he never was discouraged! Even if he died, he died on the throne! Can't I do what the ancestors could do? Mobs, traitors? Come as much as they have! I am not afraid! My army will crush them all into powder!"

When he was angry, the Prime Minister listened to the king's vent with extraordinary calmness. He knew this person too well. For this person, this courage would always be just a temporary burst. If he could really have such a courage, he would not have fallen into the current field. Soon after, he would understand everything that happened.

"You are just a half-baked person, you and your father are both. You want to play a revolutionary but can't show your courage, and you want to play a dictator but don't have that cruelty! You are a mediocre person, you like to talk but have few talents, are ambitious but have no courage! Dandong praised you, you turn around and flee from France; Bourbon tolerate you, you turn around and lead people to destroy it! It's such a person, but he tries his best to play an amazing big man in front of me, pretending to be Napoleon..."

He remembered this sentence again, and couldn't help but laugh.

It's too accurate.

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Lucien Le Fleir stood in the front row of his company, looking at the soldiers who were ready to go in his company.

Under the operation of the Dilièon family, he had already found a shortage before and was officially promoted to battalion commander. The hundreds of soldiers in his hands were trained to be difficult for him, and of course he would obey any of his orders.

He leaned on the command knife and said nothing. The medal was tied to his chest and shone brightly. The soldiers all stood in a neat queue, staring at him with earnest eyes, waiting for his orders.

The envoys of the court had arrived at the barracks in the afternoon, and everything that happened in the city of Paris had reached their ears.

The regiment had been mobilized urgently, all the soldiers had gathered together, and weapons and supplies were quickly transferred from the warehouse. In just one or two hours, the entire regiment had prepared to set out into the city according to the past training.

However... a few hours passed, the army still did not move, and the officers in the regiment still did not issue an order to enter the city to clear the mob.

"Are we going to suppress the people?" Lieutenant Tulai's shouts still echoed in his ears, "Have we forgotten our oath?"

"No, we haven't forgotten!" Everyone answered at the same time.

His waiting was not in vain. After a moment, the sound of horse hooves rang in his ears. His father-in-law, Viscount Dilièon, was finally here.
Chapter completed!