The Han culture is spreading strongly in Southeast Asia

Chapter 697: How can you manage politics well if you are with such insects?

If things had developed as Mo Zirong and his ministers had discussed, the world line might have been very different.

But unfortunately, Brother Mo San is not the protagonist of the European continent, and he is not even one of the kings of the European powers.

His Principality of Belgium was part of the Holy Roman Empire, and he was a semi-independent Prince of Belgium, not King of Belgium.

So when the Battle of Mons ended, King Frederick William II of Prussia, who rushed over from Prussia, became the protagonist and controller.

Although Francis II of the Holy Roman Empire did not come, he sent a total of 3,000 elite Holy Roman Empire soldiers, including the Royal Austrian Infantry Regiment and the Franconian Infantry Regiment, from Vienna to show his determination to rescue his aunt Marie Antoinette.

These 3,000 additional Holy Roman Army troops were still commanded by Karl Wilhelm Ferdinand, Duke of Brunswick-Lüneburg.

Mo Zirong understood at a glance that the newly enthroned Holy Roman Emperor Francis II and his nephew by marriage might be even more wary of him than his two older brothers-in-law, to the point that they were unwilling to even put in superficial efforts.

Otherwise, given Mo Zirong's three contributions to stabilizing the Holy Roman Empire, these Holy Roman armies should have been commanded by Mokar, the Prince of Belgium, Grand Duke of Transylvania, and Duke of Luxembourg, who was like the Vice Emperor of the Holy Roman Empire.

"You little bastard, you ungrateful little bastard!"

Faced with such an almost insulting behavior, Mo Zirong cursed with a dark face, and then after ten minutes of psychological preparation, he stood up and went to attend the dinner hosted by the Allied Forces Commander, Duke Ferdinand of Brunswick-Lüneburg.

Duke Ferdinand knew that Mo Zirong was very unhappy, so he gave him enough face and personally led the nobles to the door to greet him, giving Mo Zirong the reception standard of a king.

After exchanging a few pleasantries, Duke Ferdinand could not help but think that only an unlearned playboy like Francis II would humiliate the glue of the Holy Roman Empire in such a matter.

I really don't know what Francis II was thinking. Europe is about bloodline and inheritance rights. Even if Mokar gets more support from people, he can't become the Holy Roman Emperor.

There was a possibility that he could become a threat to the King of Hungary, but since they had come to Belgium on their own initiative, what was there to target?

"Majesty, thank you to the brave Belgian Army. You have made great contributions. The Kingdom of France and the Bourbon family will always remember your contributions."

The person who said this to Mo Zirong was Louis XVI's younger brother, Duke of Anjou Louis Stanislav Xavier, who was restored as Louis XVIII in history.

Also present were Charles X, the successor of Louis XVIII after the restoration of the throne, and Louis Philippe, Count of Artois, who was also the younger brother of Louis XVI.

Mo Zirong nodded upon hearing this. "For the safety of King Louis and Queen Marie, and for France to return to order as soon as possible, Belgium and Transylvania are willing to make the sacrifice."

However, having said that, Mo Zirong always felt something was a little strange.

The Duke of Anjou's words gave him a strong sense of ownership, which made Mo Zirong feel a little uneasy, and his heart sank to the bottom.

Sure enough, things took a turn after the banquet began. Originally, the banquet was to celebrate the victory and discuss how to end the current chaos in the Kingdom of France.

But as the conversation went on, it turned into a gathering of complaints by the French nobles.

These nobles who escaped from France gathered around the Duke of Anjou and the Count of Artois, and tearfully told the nobles from various countries about the inhumane treatment they had suffered.

It was just that at the beginning it had some clues, but later on, a lot of hearsay and even invented plots were added in.

And with the blessing of the on-site atmosphere, people can empathize more and feel as if it is real.

This weeping meeting lasted for nearly an hour. Finally, Ferdinand, Duke of Brunswick-Lüneburg, who regarded himself as the host, stood up and said in a concluding speech:
"What is happening in France is intolerable to any nobleman, any civilized gentleman.

Therefore, after defeating the mob army, we must raise a strong voice and make them realize again the nobility and inviolability of the king, grand duke and other nobles given by God."

However, while the Duke of Brunswick was making an impassioned speech, Liu Rongqing, who came with Mo Zirong, curled his lips.

"It's already this late, and you're still saying that nobles are superior. Even if they really are superior, you can't just say that!

These words alone would have excited the indignation of the French mob."

It's a pity that other people don't have the same understanding as Liu Rongqing. They are several versions behind. The European nobles have never experienced the trampling of bones of nobles in the streets, and they have no idea how destructive this revolution will be.

Of course, the people of France have not yet realized the power of this force.

Therefore, the Duke of Brunswick's speech won applause from the whole audience. Only after he had enjoyed enough of the attention did Duke Ferdinand of Brunswick look at Mo Zirong.

"Your Highness, do you have anything else to say?"

Normally, if one really wanted Mo Zirong's opinion, he would not ask like this, but should ask Prince Mo to speak directly.

The Duke of Brunswick asked this question, which meant that he didn't want Mo Zirong to speak too much.

The commander-in-chief of the coalition forces seemed to want to use this method to show that he was the commander-in-chief of the coalition forces.

He was the third person and actual controller of this operation, besides Holy Roman Emperor Francis II and King Frederick William II of Prussia.

"What I want to say is, gentlemen, that the riots in France are not entirely due to the French people."

You don't want to give me face, right? Well, then, all of you guys should forget about giving me face!
Mo Zirong was fed up with these guys' arrogance and nagging. He said loudly:

"A large part of the reason for the riots was that the oppression suffered by the French people was so deep and cruel that they could only use such extreme means to express their dissatisfaction.

If you wish to restore order in France, so that King Louis, Queen Marie, and the Dauphin can enjoy complete freedom and continue to rule the Kingdom of France and serve the French people, then you must reflect on yourselves."

After Mo Zirong finished speaking, he felt relaxed all over. He had wanted to say this for a long time, but he had been holding it back because of his concerns for all parties.

But now, you fucking guys, from Francis II to Frederick William II, and then to Ferdinand, Duke of Brunswick, don’t consider me one of your own, right? Then don’t blame me for getting angry.

The banquet hall was so quiet that even the sound of a pin drop could be heard. Everyone had different expressions on their faces. Some were shocked, some were angry, some were shocked and unbelievable, and some were frowning and starting to think.

Ferdinand, Duke of Brunswick, now understood the feelings of Francis II and the previous Holy Roman Emperors. That is, although Prince Karl was a member of the European aristocracy, his ideas were very different from those of others, making him seem out of place.

So even though Prince Carl is already ranked very high in Europe in terms of title and strength, and he has lived in Europe for almost twenty years, you can still quickly notice the difference in him and can't help but regard him as an alien.

In a state of awkward embarrassment, the Duke of Brunswick managed to force a small smile on his face that looked as ugly as crying after a while.

“Your Highness is right, but it will take time to reflect on the riots in France.

Our most urgent task now is to march immediately on Paris, restore order in France and restore the effective rule of the Bourbon dynasty."

This is just a way to fool people. Without deep reflection and understanding the core of the problem, how can we achieve the two ultimate goals of restoring the French order and the Bourbon dynasty?

However, the French nobles who managed to escape from the scene were just a group of resentful "ghosts".

They were all waiting for Prussia and Austria to defeat the mob and help them get back everything they had lost, so when they heard the Duke of Brunswick say this, they immediately agreed loudly and offered disgusting praises.

The same was true of Louis XVI's brothers, the Duke of Anjou and the Count of Artois.

Louis XVI's cousin, the eighth Prince of Condé, Louis V Joseph de Bourbon, even stood up and sang praises.

"Yes, Your Excellency, we must issue the strongest warning to the mob and all the guilty people who betrayed the king. Their actions are intolerable to all monarchs in the world.

Now, the army of justice is marching towards Paris and will soon be able to help France restore order and the king's rule.

The heinous murderer must of course be brought to justice, and other people who have complicit or assisted him will also face legal consequences.

Unless they are willing to take the initiative to offer help when the army of justice enters France and make their position clear through actions.

Only in this way can they avoid punishment and avoid being treated harshly.”

After Prince Condé finished speaking, another round of warm applause broke out. Only a few people, like Mo Zirong, showed shocked expressions.

"No, we can't do this. I don't agree!" Mo Zirong stood up and said very firmly.

"This will have no effect other than to infuriate the citizens of Paris and push them completely towards the riot government.

What we need to do now is to separate the rebellious government from the vast majority of French people, not to unite them!"

Mo Zirong was really getting anxious. Why was this matter heading in the direction he feared the most?
If this awakens the patriotic enthusiasm of France and pushes the good families created by the new policy onto the historical stage, compared to this, the safety of Louis XVI will not be important.

"Yes, Prince. We will certainly distinguish between ordinary citizens and the mob government, but that will happen after they realize their mistakes and feel afraid. For now, we must first give them a strong warning."

Hearing what Ferdinand, Duke of Brunswick said, Mo Zirong felt dizzy.

I'm warning you, oh my god, do you really think that with just a few thousand barely presentable troops and tens of thousands of rabble-rousers, you can destroy a big country like France?
How can we do politics well when we are with insects like you?
This was the only thing Mo Zirong wanted to say.

"I will not sign such a declaration, because it will not have any effect except to arouse the anger of the French people. It would be a disgrace for me to sign such a declaration."

After saying that, Mo Zirong walked away.

The Duke of Anjou, the historical Louis XVIII, quickly caught up with him and said, "Prince, France still needs you. King Louis and Queen Marie also need you."

"Please rest assured, Duke. I simply disagree with the forthcoming declaration's harsh attitude towards the French people. The Belgian army will continue to cooperate with the coalition forces until the established goal is achieved."

. . . .

In the carriage outside the door, when Mo Zirong returned here, his wife, Archduchess Maria Elizabeth, who had been waiting in the carriage, immediately gave him an anxious inquiring look.

Mo Zirong immediately recounted what had happened, then gnashed his teeth and said:
"The people in this room are all arrogant people who can't see the situation clearly. They think that the French army is just as it showed in this battle, and they think the coalition forces can enter Paris soon."

Grand Duchess Elizabeth was silent for a moment, then suddenly said slowly, "Someone wants King Louis' life."

Mo Zirong was horrified. "Are you saying that someone is deliberately causing things to get out of hand, intending to use a mob to end King Louis' life?"

“Yes, I am sure some people want this, because these nobles who lost most of their property in the riots have resentment towards King Louis.

They felt that it was King Louis's incompetence and compromise that led to the current situation, and they no longer believed in King Louis's ability.

So they were not concerned with rescuing the king, they just wanted to get back what they had lost."

"So that's how it is." Mo Zirong suddenly realized that it is you Europeans who understand your own people.

"Then King Louis would be extremely dangerous. If the wandering French nobles have such thoughts, then their best option would be to support a king who appears more capable or who they can control and return to Paris."

The reason is simple. If France had been restored at this time and Louis XVI was not dead, then these nobles who escaped would definitely be alienated by Louis XVI in the future. They would also have to bear the original sin of abandoning their king and escaping for their own lives.

And if after the rebellion is quelled, the person who sits on the throne is a member of the royal family who has been wandering with them, then they will be the heroes of restoration and the heroes who have made great contributions to regaining the country.

Faced with such great benefits, even a fool would know what to choose.

"That makes sense. The Duke of Anjou spoke with such a commanding tone, and the Prince of Condé's declaration was practically intended to provoke the anger of the Parisians. It turns out everyone was waiting for the king to bow out."

Mo Zirong stood up and once again turned his head to look towards the banquet, "Traitor, you are still pursuing your own agenda at this time.

Stir it up, stir it up, stir up the good people of France. I just want to give up my Belgian heritage and run back to Dayu. As for you, I'm afraid you will die without a place to hide."

(End of this chapter)