My Italy

When Carlo woke up in the morning, there was no one on his hands. He was about to get up and ask, but gave up after thinking about it.

But after all, he was still concerned. After breakfast, Carlo asked the captain of the guard.

"How is she?"

Although Carlo's words were meaningless, how could the captain of the guard, who was a confidant, not know who the question was, so he answered immediately.

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

After hearing what the captain of the guard said, Carlo said something unexpectedly. "Do you think what I did is right?"

Carlo's seeming question was answered only by the captain of the guard, Filmicchi, after careful consideration. "There's nothing right or wrong about this. It's just an inevitable choice when you grow up. Your Majesty, don't be too entangled."

The captain of the guard's words of persuasion were only heard from Carlo. "No, you don't understand."

"Leave me alone for a moment."

"As you command, Your Majesty."

Yes, Carlo thinks they don't understand, and maybe it's a bit pretentious to say it, but this is Carlo's first love in his two lives, and first love is the most precious. It's fake that Carloni doesn't feel heartbroken when he sees his beloved woman leaving. talk. But what the captain of the guard said is right. This is also an inevitable process of growing up. Although it is not perfect, it is life.

Carlo will keep this memory deep in his heart and just leave a good memory.

When he came out again, Carlo had given up because the country still needed him.

For Carlo, the most important thing at the moment is tomorrow's pro-government ceremony. Although he had actually taken back power, there was still some name Carlo needed.

For example, before this, nominal power was shared between the regent, speaker, and prime minister. Although Carlo regained most of the power through his own efforts. But after all, the name is not justified, so he is most looking forward to the inauguration ceremony. After tomorrow, he will become the legitimate controller of power.

The current power structure in Italy is actually a bit like Germany's dual constitutional monarchy. The king is the controller and mediator of great power, and the prime minister just takes over the power of running the government from the king. As long as the king doesn't agree with him, no matter how good he is, he can still be replaced.

Of course, this is only a possibility. If the prime minister's popular prestige is too high, even the king will need to consider the impact.

However, Prime Minister Depretis does not have this kind of prestige, or in other words, there are no more than two people in Italy who have such prestige, including Prime Minister Cavour and Garibaldi. It's just that both of them have passed away, so now Italy's prime minister is more like the top official of the government and cannot be independent.

While Carlo was looking forward to tomorrow, in the Prime Minister's Office, Depretis, as Prime Minister, was a little troubled. What troubled him was the dispute between his two confidants.

"Prime Minister, the king will hold a pro-independence ceremony tomorrow. It's time to make an idea."

Home Secretary Sabot looked at the Prime Minister with a worried look.

"How do you make up your mind? Do you still want to do something? You can't do anything drastic at this time, otherwise the prime minister may be replaced at any time."

Rivera, the Secretary of Commerce and Trade who is also a confidant, countered this opponent.

Sabot did not look at the Minister of Commerce and Trade, but continued to persuade the Prime Minister who was sitting motionless. "You are completely placing your hope on the king. Although the king has given a guarantee, everyone knows that it is not advisable to put your hope on other people's guarantees."

"Then what do you want the Prime Minister to do? Do you want the Prime Minister to oppose the King's pro-government?"

Sabot felt a surge of anger at Rivera's rebuttal. "I have never said that I want to oppose the king's pro-government. This is simply unrealistic. At present, we need to focus more on winning over other people. Before the king takes control of the political situation, we must act first."

"This is not to arouse greater suspicion, that is simply not feasible."

Confronted with Rivera's cowardly words, Sabot became completely angry. "Wouldn't it arouse suspicion if you don't do anything?"

"At least this will save the Prime Minister's position. As long as we are in control of the Prime Minister, then others will not..."

"Pa," the argument between the two confidants was interrupted by Prime Minister Despretis.

"I can understand your asphalt, but I know exactly how to do it, so I don't need to say it anymore."

Depretis' words caused the two of them to stop fighting again, but judging from their expressions, they were still unconvinced by each other. At this point, Depretis has no choice.

Because the two of them are different, Rivera is a general of the pro-French faction and a strong political support for Depretis.

But Sabot is much simpler, because he recognized Depretis' political charm and came to join him.

Therefore, of the two of them, one agrees with Depretis’s political philosophy and the other agrees with his political charm. Although you can't see any difference on ordinary days, the difference will show up at critical moments.

Rivera starts from more factional considerations, while Sabot thinks more from the prime minister himself. So one of them is slow and the other is urgent. These are all choices made with different considerations.

As for DePretis himself, he was in a dilemma, and he didn't know what to choose. This is also his weakness, some indecisiveness.

But now that his prestige is still there, the dispute between the two can be suppressed.

So the two could only leave the Prime Minister's Office in despair.

However, even though they left, the tension between the two of them was not released. They each looked at each other, snorted from their nostrils, and left one after the other.

Sabot looked at the Minister of Commerce and Trade walking in front with a gloomy expression on his face.

After returning to the carriage, he seemed to have made up his mind.

"Leif, don't send me back yet, I want to go for a walk on the street."

"Okay, Your Excellency."

The coachman's answer made him think deeply. Regarding the Prime Minister's indecision, Sabot felt a burst of anger. How could he have taken a fancy to this person at that time.

Forget it, I need to change my clothes.

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

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

"As you command, Your Excellency."

When the carriage left, Sabot put on his hood. There were many celebrities living in this street, but this time his target was not them. It is an inconspicuous house on the corner of the street. Few people know that Alejard, the palace steward, lives here.

He came to the door and rang the doorbell without hesitation and determination.

Sorry for the late posting.