Carlo woke up in the morning, there was no one in his hand, and he was just about to get up and ask, but after thinking about it, he gave up.

But after breakfast, Carlo asked the chief of the guard.

"How is she?"

Although Carlo didn't have a clue in what he said, how could the chief of the guard, who was a confidant, not know who he was asking, so he answered immediately.

"Miss Nia, she left early this morning, and she took the earliest train back to Potanka."

Hearing the words of the chief of the guard, Carlo said coldly. "Do you think I'm doing the right thing?"

Carlo asked seemingly questions, and the head of the guard, Felimic, thought twice before answering. "There is no right or wrong in this, it's just an inevitable choice when you grow up, and Your Majesty doesn't have to worry too much."

The words of persuasion from the chief of the guard only made Carlo come to pass. "No, you don't understand."

"Let me be alone for a while."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Yes, Carlo thinks they don't understand, maybe it's a bit hypocritical to say, but this is Carlo's first love in two lifetimes, and the first love is the most precious, and seeing the departure of his beloved woman, it is a lie that Carloni is not heartbroken. However, the chief of the guard has a saying that is right, this is also the inevitable process of growing up, although it cannot be happy, but it is life.

Carlo will keep this memory in the deepest part of his heart, and just leave a good memory.

By the time he came out again, Carlo had already let go, 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 are still some names that Carlo needs.

For example, before this, nominal power was shared between the regent, the speaker, and the prime minister, although Carlo had taken most of the power back through his own efforts. But after all, the name is not right, so he is also the most looking forward to the pro-government ceremony. After tomorrow, then he will be the rightful wielder of power.

The current power structure in Italy is actually somewhat similar to Germany's dual constitutional monarchy, where the king is the controller and mediator of power, and the prime minister only takes over the power to run the government from the king. As long as the king does not approve of him, then no matter how good he is, then he can also be replaced.

Of course, this is only a possibility, and if the prime minister has too much prestige among the people, even the king needs to consider the influence.

However, Prime Minister De Pretis does not have such prestige, or there are no more than two in Italy who have such prestige, Prime Minister Cavour counts one, and Garibaldi counts one. It's just that both of them have passed away, so the current Italian prime minister is more like the highest official in the government, and he can't be independent.

While Carlo was looking forward to tomorrow, in the Prime Minister's Office, De Pretis, as Prime Minister, was a little worried. The reason for his annoyance was the dispute between the two henchmen.

"Prime Minister, tomorrow the king will hold a pro-government ceremony, and it's time to come up with an idea."

Home Secretary Sabott looked at the Prime Minister with a sad expression.

"How to make an idea, do you still want to do something. At this time, there is no way to make any drastic moves, otherwise the prime minister may be replaced at any time. ”

Rivera, the Secretary of Commerce and Trade, who is also a confidant, counters the other side.

Instead of looking at the Secretary of State for Commerce and Trade, Sabot continued to persuade the Prime Minister, who was sitting motionless. "You are placing your hopes entirely on the king, and although the king has given assurances, everyone knows that it is not advisable to put your hopes on other people's assurances."

"Then what do you want the prime minister to do, do you want the prime minister to govern the king personally?"

In the face of Rivera's rebuttal, Sabot felt a wave of anger. "I didn't say that I want to oppose the king's pro-government, this is not realistic at all, at the moment we need to focus more on winning over others, while the king is not in control of the political situation, we must strike first."

"It's not about causing greater suspicion, it's simply not going to work."

Faced with Rivera's cowardly words, Sabot was completely furious. "Isn't it true that if you don't do anything, you won't arouse suspicion?"

"At least this will keep the prime minister's position, as long as the prime minister is still in control, then no one else will ......"

The argument between the two henchmen was interrupted by Prime Minister De Pretis.

"I can understand your asphalt, but I know exactly what to do, so I don't need to say anything more."

De Pretis's words made the two die down again, but judging from the expressions of the two, they were still not convinced by each other. At this point, De Preetis has no choice.

Because the two of them are different, Rivera is a pro-French general, and he is also a strong support for DePretis's politics.

Sabote, on the other hand, is much simpler, because he recognized Depretis's political charisma and took refuge.

So the two of them, one agrees with Depretis's political philosophy, and the other agrees with his political charisma. Although there is no difference in normal life, it is different when it comes to the critical moment.

Rivera is more factional, while Sabot is more about the prime minister himself. Therefore, they are slow and urgent, and these are all choices made by different considerations.

As for Depretis himself, he is in a dilemma, he simply does not know what to choose. This is also his weakness, somewhat indecisive.

It's just that now his prestige is still there, and the dispute between the two can still be suppressed.

So the two could only leave the prime minister's office in disgrace.

However, although they left, the tension between the two was not released at that time, and they each glanced at each other, snorted from their nostrils, and left one after the other.

Sabot looked at the Minister of Commerce and Trade who was walking in front with a gloomy expression.

It was only when he got back to the carriage that he seemed to have made up his mind.

"Love, don't send me back yet, I want to go out on the streets."

"Yes, Your Excellency."

The coachman's answer made him sink his mind, and Sabot felt a pang of anger at the Prime Minister's indecision, how could he take a fancy to him at that time.

Forget it, it's important to change your clothes.

Sabot took out a set of ordinary clothes with hoods from the carriage and changed them without saying a word.

When the carriage turned to the rue Saint-Erle, he stopped it. "You go back first, I have something to deal with."

"Yes, Your Excellency."

When the carriage left, Sabot put on his hood, the street was inhabited by many celebrities, but this time he was not targeting them. It was a humble house on the corner of the street, and few people knew that the palace governor Alejad lived here.

I saw him come to the door, and without hesitation, he rang the doorbell.