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Not all of them identify with Napoleon's identity. The Bourbon royalists had always hated Napoleon and the republicans, and after the defeat and fall of Napoleon III at the Battle of Sedan, the royalists became the majority in the National Assembly. At this time, the Orleanists also agreed to support the Count of Chambord, and hoped that after his death he could be succeeded by the heir of the Orleans faction, the Count of Paris, whom they supported. He gained the support of both the Orthodox and Orleanists, and his hopes of restoring the kingdom were greatly enhanced. Napoleon, however, convened a meeting of the Provisional Government, laid the foundations of the republic, and warned the French people that anyone who opposed the republican government was an enemy of France, and that when they seized power, the citizens could arm themselves to overthrow the royalist regime.

Fearful of the intimidation of the Parisian mob, the Comte de Chambord did not dare to return to France.

The Bonaparte, on the other hand, had mixed feelings about the identity of "Napoleon", they did not dare to identify with the legitimacy of the other party, and at the same time feared that Napoleon was in control of the national army. But they hoped that this man, who looked like an imperial monarch, would be able to support the Bonaparte family, and even make Eugène Bonaparte his successor, after all, it was impossible to return Napoleon III to Paris.

Eugenie sat in the corner in a low-key manner, looking at the man in front of her without moving.

Wise, heroic, eloquent.

If you can win him over to Bonaparte's side......

However, remembering the previous conversation in the hotel, she frowned again.

When the applause ended, the royalists took the lead in standing up and coaxing, and began to attack Napoleon on the stage impatiently. Just as Victor Hugo watched his first play, his enemies threw water and garbage on the stage.

"Do you think that if you look like Napoleon, you are Napoleon? You're just a country clown clown with the help of power, and no matter how much you look like him, you're not him. ”

"Joker, get out!"

The second person began to echo the previous uproar, trying to drive opposition and questioning from the audience, and it intensified.

The more the Royalists invited the homeless people to the city, the more excited they became, completely ignoring the indifferent expressions of the people on stage.

He spoke.

"If I were you, I wouldn't do such a humiliating thing in public. I know that tonight's Paris Opera is not just open to celebrities, but also to some ordinary people, as well as people with ulterior motives – like you, who can also come in. ”

"I don't know what you're talking about......"

Napoleon began to pace back and forth on the stage, debunking the other party's conspiracy little by little.

"Although I open the opera house to the whole of Paris for free, I still have a list in my hand. You don't know what I'm talking about, but maybe I just took a dozen francs and prepared to make a fuss at the Paris Opera. I'm losing face, and of course I don't care who is behind you, because it's a pointless question. Isn't it? ”

Napoleon still had a faint smile on his face, he looked at the few people in front of him who smashed the field, and reasoned with them slowly, "As for whether I am Napoleon or not, it doesn't matter. Napoleon is nothing more than a code name, you can call Napoleon, he can be called Napoleon, and even my nephew who is not angry calls himself Napoleon III. So there is the question, can the self-proclaimed Napoleon save the country? “

"Louis or Orleans, can they save Paris?"

His finger pointed at a few of them, but his eyes slowly sharpened.

"As I said before, Napoleon is nothing more than a code name, a name, what matters is the meaning behind him, not a rabble, not a group of dreamers, Napoleon represents the people of France as a whole."

The person standing up realizes that something is wrong and wants to sit back in his position. At this time, Napoleon restrained his smile, pointed to a few of them, and said, "My speech is not over yet, are you allowed to sit down?" ”

The audience was silent.

The few people standing looked at each other, and although the person in front of them was not the emperor himself, he showed no less momentum than any French leader.

And he has a kind of coercion that he has never had before.

To become a leader, it is not the people's love for him or the fear of his political opponents. In Paris, where all forces gathered, Napoleon was the target of the attack.

Tonight's Paris Opera is his stage and the first warning to deter political opponents.

But when they found out that it was not the prey, but the fox terrier, the most cunning fox would panic for a moment.

The brilliant crystal lamps shone on the giants on the stage, and no one dared to look him in the eyes, as if the ruler stood above the gods, and Paris, nay, and all of France, honored him as his master.

He held out five fingers to the crowd.

"I'm sorry, but the territory of the First Reich was not won by charisma, and I defeated five anti-French alliances before I established a French colonial empire. Of course, I don't expect to convince everyone present with my charisma, I only hope that the ants will not stand in the way of the giants of the French Empire, and that there is all Europe waiting for us to conquer, and that we will not have time to listen to your humble opinions. ”

"Last question, is it worth it for you to lose your life for a dozen francs?"

With a loud bang, bayonets and spears appeared at the door of the opera house,

The soldier's weapon held aloft emitted a chilling glow in the light of the crystal lamp.

At Napoleon's command, a troop of soldiers poured into the entrance of the Opéra de France, and the upper echelons around them looked left and right, not knowing what the people in control of the stage wanted to do.

The person who led the troublemaker asked weakly, "What do you want to do!" ”

He glared at the people who had just started to heckle in the audience, and said sharply, "If you dare to make a coax, you will go against the people of France and drag me out!" ”

"Whoever opposes the Provisional Government fighting against Prussia is a traitor to the French people, and the traitor should be sentenced to death for treason."

The nobleman sitting in the Accord on the second floor was pale, and the Duke of La Rocheffoucault's hand holding the coffee was trembling, and the people who were coaxing downstairs just now were all the ones he spent money to smash Napoleon, and he thought it would embarrass him, but he didn't expect Napoleon to execute them directly in the name of the people.

He gritted his teeth and regretted that he should not have been involved in this dangerous political game.

The argument erupted as he uttered the last word, and the outcast, who had been caught by the soldiers, struggled to break free, but in the presence of the well-trained soldiers, the outcasts were nothing more than lambs to the slaughter.

The soldier directly pressed the person who took the lead in making trouble, raised his arms and dragged him out of the door, the noble lady who had never seen these scenes turned pale with fright, only Blanqui and a few others who had really had contact with him could still maintain a calm look.

The Emperor was preparing to assert his authority within the Provisional Government to the forces of the whole of Paris.

"Wait, Your Majesty, we are under the command of others, don't kill me! Wait a minute! ”

"Your Majesty, I don't really want to oppose you!"

"I stand for the Third Reich, I swear to God, don't take me"

A miserable cry sounded outside the door, and no one dared to stand up and plead for mercy, because everyone had heard what Napoleon had said before.

Executed on charges of treason.

The sonorous reply, accompanied by the cowardly cries of the troublemakers, echoed in the Paris Opera.

"This is the last warning."

Napoleon put his hands behind his back, looking at the crowd in the audience, lightly alluding to the initiators present and the Loyalists who gloated about the defeat.

"I'm tired of the endless infighting, and next time I won't mercifully let go of the people behind the scenes, I will uproot them and leave no stone unturned."