The brightly lit Tuileries Palace looks deserted at night, and in the empty corridors, hundreds of candles are burning, and Napoleon III, dressed in a red crimson embroidered gold silk coat, walks through the dark gardens in the direction of the bedchambers, accompanied by his attendants. The soft moonlight of the curtain fell down, dyeing his original hair silver-white, and under the moonlight, he was like a lonely old man compared to the usual radiant emperor.

is struggling to support the bleak future of the Empire.

At the age of half a hundred, he already feels powerless. From the beginning of the establishment of the Second French Empire, he was stared at by a group of careerists who continued the glory of his uncle, fighting his way through the war, but without a bright future.

Allies across the English Channel are more dangerous than distant Russian enemies. Not to mention Austria and Prussia, where Gallian's "German Devil" was ambitious to take his place.

Surrounded by tigers and wolves.

Even now, Garion's article is thought-provoking, a book of prophecy that anticipates every step of Bismarck and Kaiser Wilhelm, and in early February Prussia and Austria declared war on Denmark over the Duchy of Schleswig and Holstein.

As Gallian had predicted in Deutsche Chariot, Denmark was quickly defeated. News came from Vienna just the other day. The three parties signed the Peace of Vienna, with Prussia taking possession of Schleswig and Austria receiving Holstein.

If it continues to develop according to Garion's script, I am afraid that Germany will really become France's worst enemy.

Napoleon III sighed, heavy sighs echoing through the bedchambers. Looking at the worry on Nahuang's face, the people around him didn't dare to speak casually, and kept an eerie silence all the way.

With a wave of his hand, he told the attendant to step back, and he returned to the dormitory alone. At this time, Empress Eugenie, dressed in a light veil, was waiting for her with a candlestick.

"Good work."

Napoleon III took the candlestick from Empress Eugenie's hand, kissed her on the forehead, and then prepared to turn and walk to the study, where he continued to write in the lonely darkness of the night.

"Your Majesty."

Eugenie stopped him from behind, "I want to show you something, some ...... about Lord Garion. ”

"Garion? What happened to him? ”

I was still thinking about him in my heart just now, but I didn't expect Empress Eugenie to mention the other party so quickly.

"Your Majesty would better see it yourself."

"Oh, what is it about?"

Napoleon still had some paperwork in his hands unfinished, and drowsiness was spreading throughout his mind, and he couldn't help but yawn and said impatiently, "If it's not important, leave it until tomorrow, I still have some of the work at hand to finish, and tomorrow there will be a hearing in the Senate, and I need to be present in person to make a report." In the afternoon, the Minister for Foreign Affairs received the Danish Ambassador and exchanged views on the Vienna Treaty. My dear, I really don't have time to make small talk with you right now. ”

"Is it about the incriminating evidence of His Excellency Garion, is Your Majesty interested now?"

Eugenie raised the document in her hand and said calmly, "Regarding the evidence of his misdeeds in Paris, Your Excellency said before that this person is not reliable, and now he has finally revealed another side. ”

"Huh?"

Napoleon III suspiciously opened the envelope and took out a thick stack of evidence inside, documenting all the crimes committed by Garion in detail. Napoleon III read part of it in front of the candelabra without expressing anger or any other emotion.

He's not a man who shows his emotions.

"I see, and who sent the documents about this report?"

"My uncle, Your Excellency Mérimée."

Empress Eugenie had no intention of concealing the Emperor in this matter, and in fact concealing the Emperor did not do her any good.

"Oh, it's Your Excellency Mérimée."

Napoleon III's mind flashed with a gray-haired, but flattering face, and he did not speak, but silently turned around with a candlestick, and walked in the direction of the study, step by step.

Becoming the most powerful emperor in France, he felt lonely like never before.

A candlestick sits on Garion's desk, and the burning candle illuminates a dimly lit area. The tip of his pen was speeding across the paper, pausing for a moment to think before continuing to write.

This time he was not going to write a masterpiece, but on the table lay a few pieces of paper that had been cut from the newspaper and that were devoted to the Vienna Peace Treaty. Garion did not expect Napoleon III to do nothing in the face of the First Dynastic War, but only watched the war between the two sides break out, and then Austria and Prussia happily divided Schleswig and Holstein from Denmark.

Three years ago, he had put the war on the table, claiming that the ambitious Prussia would definitely hold the disputed lands firmly in its hands, starting with small countries until it was strong enough to compete with France for disputed areas such as Alsace-Lorraine.

Napoleon's inaction meant that history was moving in the direction it was set for, and eventually the Franco-Prussian War would still happen as scheduled, and the Second French Empire was like a small ship in the storm, drowning in the black stormy waters of Prussia in the blink of an eye.

Even if it wasn't for Napoleon, for the sake of the integrity of the country, he would have to do something.

Napoleon III wanted to consolidate his position through war, while Garion wanted to use words to awaken the French who were immersed in smugness.

"They are still basking in the glory of the past, and they have not thought about the dangers around them at all. The continent of Europe is a dangerously dark forest, and the silence of the forest is full of cautious hunters with shotguns. And the stupid France, holding a kerosene lamp aloft in the dark, announced the location to all potential enemies......"

In the dead of night, only the sound of the tip of the pen scratching the paper accompanied Garion.

"This article is the next part of the German tank, and he will analyze the terrible situation in Europe from all angles, adding to this article the views and arguments from previous historical research."

And the title of the article is also appalling.

France, the Great Qing Dynasty of Europe

After writing the last word, Garion finally breathed a sigh of relief, put down the pen in his hand, and rubbed his sour eyes. At this point, there is only one thought in mind.

It's time for these stupid megalomaniacs to recognize the dangers around them.