The turn of the procession made the soldiers on the street breathe a sigh of relief, and they threw their hats into the air as if they had just won a war.

The Duke of Wellington himself breathed a sigh of relief, he had killed too many people in his life, and he really didn't want to stick to the blood of his compatriots in his old age.

Palmerston, however, was not at all happy, for the group was gone, but the petitions were still there, and it was still possible for the damned workers to reveal his Sassoon secrets.

"Monsieur Duke, I heard that you defeated Napoleon, why didn't you dare to pursue these damned scoundrels and beggars?"

"Why, you say?" The Duke of Wellington replied with a smile.

"Boys, today I please!" The Duke of Wellington shouted.

This kind of thing is a matter of celebration for soldiers from all countries, both ancient and modern, Chinese and foreign.

"Salute to you, sir!"

An officer suddenly shouted, "Who ran after Sirte in Toulouse?"

The otherwise noisy soldiers shouted in unison, "It's our iron duke!"

“Who drove Marmont out of Spain?”

“It's our iron duke!”

“Who kicked Bonaparte in the ass at Waterloo!”

“It's our iron duke!”

"Who's going to pay us tonight!?"

“It's our iron duke!”

The Iron Duke turned his head to look at Palmerston, "That's why, do you want to be together?" ”

Palmerston could only sigh helplessly.

The Iron Duke Wellington had an unparalleled influence in England at this time, and many generals regarded him as an idol, both soldiers and civilians had heard his story, and if Napoleon was the Great Demon King, then the Iron Duke was the brave man who defeated the Demon King.

This time the army really rejoiced, not only the soldiers, but also the officers, countless hats were thrown into the sky again, and they even sang the "March of the Grenadiers".

The old duke looked at the soldiers singing the "March of the Grenadiers" in front of him, and he seemed to be back on the battlefield filled with gunpowder.

He still remembered that his friends died on the battlefield one by one, and after each battle, he walked on the muddy battlefield as if he were stepping on the flesh and blood of the soldiers.

However, before the Iron Duke's memories could end, someone discovered a more serious problem, and the procession seemed to be heading towards Buckingham Palace.

Palmerston is a little confused, there have always been republicans in Britain who want to directly kill Queen Victoria and completely overthrow the monarchy and achieve a republic.

But with such a huge team and such a huge momentum, if the queen is really guillotined, Britain's international reputation will not be needed.

Above all, he didn't like French-style democracy at all, it was crazy, too bloody.

Palmerston looked at Wellington, the Iron Duke, who also realized the seriousness of the problem, and if the procession did storm Buckingham Palace, it wouldn't be himself

Wellington only felt that the darkness in front of him almost fell off his horse, and the adjutant on the side hurriedly helped him when he saw this.

"Lord Duke, what do we do now?"

"Don't help me, chase after me, make sure to get to Buckingham Palace before the parade."

The Iron Duke took the lead, and the officers behind also looked hurried, and the soldiers behind also realized the seriousness of the problem.

Buckingham Palace, London.

Queen Victoria was not a later heavy tank, although she was nicknamed a stubborn and willful quail by her later husband Prince Albert, but it is undeniable that Queen Victoria at this time had a kind of girlish yang and coquettishness.

The queen is lying on the bed in her pajamas, writing love poems to her prime minister, the Viscount of Melbourne, and although her English is poor, she still hopes that her love poems will impress the charming middle-aged uncle.

From the moment Queen Victoria took the throne, she wanted to be able to quickly familiarize herself with everything related to her identity.

The Prime Minister, William Lamb, Viscount of Melbourne, was the best teacher, and he carefully guided the Queen in handling government affairs.

The attentiveness of the Viscount of Melbourne intoxicated Victoria, and she felt that she was in love.

Queen Victoria's willfulness and conceit often embarrassed the Viscount of Melbourne, but on the whole the queen was a good student and a good boss.

Since the Viscount of Melbourne belonged to the Whigs, the Queen trusted the entire Whig Party so much that some high-ranking Whigs proposed to cheer up the Viscount of Melbourne and completely defeat the Tory Party.

The Viscount of Melbourne was fifty-eight years old, and of course he rejected the offer.

However, the Queen's exclusive favor of the Whigs upset the Tories, and Robert Peel even claimed that the Viscount of Melbourne was having an affair with the Queen.

This did not frighten Victoria, but rather made her closer to the Whigs.

The noise outside the window disturbed Victoria's mood, and she sat up from her bed, rang the bell, and immediately a servant came in.

"Your Majesty, what are your orders?"

"What's going on outside, it's so noisy." Victoria asked.

"Her Majesty. Outside"

Seeing the maid's stumbling appearance, Victoria became even more curious, so she decided to go to the window to have a look.

As a result, he saw an endless procession approaching Buckingham Palace, and the cavalry on the road tried to drive the crowd away, but the procession did not stop, and the army had already surrounded Buckingham Palace.

There were officers who entered Buckingham Palace with a message from the Iron Duke, hoping that the Queen would leave temporarily, and as for the crowds of these marches, they would find a way.

Victoria rejected the Iron Duke's offer.

"Tell the Duke of Wellington that I am the Queen of England and I will not leave my palace."

Victoria's answer surprised the officer, and he really couldn't think of any illness that Her Majesty had committed to losing his temper at this time.

"Your Majesty, this is very dangerous, please stay away, this is the advice of the Duke." The officer again emphasized.

"What about the Prime Minister of Melbourne? I want to see the Prime Minister of Melbourne."

At this time, a shout sounded outside the window: "We want butter!" We want bread ..."

"Your Majesty, please think twice, the mob is out there and could rush in at any moment." The officer pleaded.

"What is your name, sir?"

“？ Your Majesty, my name is William Eliot. The officer replied.

"Mr. Elliot, please stay outside, I'm going to change my clothes." Victoria said.

The maid invited Mr. Elliot out and immediately began to change Queen Victoria's clothes.

Queen Victoria had certainly heard Louis XVI's story, and although she had done nothing wrong, she could have followed in the footsteps of Louis XVI today, and she was not afraid of death, but she was afraid that she would not die beautifully.

The teenage girl stubbornly dressed and took the scepter, which symbolized the rights of the British royal family, and walked out onto the balcony.

The moment Queen Victoria appeared, the cacophony stopped, and both the soldiers and the marching workers stared at Queen Victoria on the balcony and held their breath.

Queen Victoria, on the balcony, looked at the crowded ocean below, and opened her palm inward, revealing the letter written to her by the mysterious person.

"The bread will be there! Butter will be there too! Everything will be fine. Thank you for making Britain so strong, and without you, Britain would not be where it is today. I, Queen Victoria, swear that I will protect your rights, your property."

"God bless the Queen!".

The crowd gathered in front of Buckingham Palace sang the British national anthem "God Save the Queen" in unison, and even the soldiers who confronted the crowd sang the national anthem to the crowd.

The Viscount of Melbourne, who came in a hurry, saw the scene in front of him and couldn't help but burst into tears

I'm sorry, it's a hasty ending, this kind of topic is too sensitive, and I don't want to waste months of hard work, and I'll write something else later, and I ask for your support.

As for why there is an English paragraph, it's not that I want water, it's mainly that English looks more flavorful.

(End of chapter)