All Chapters of The Ex Wife's Regret : Chapter 131
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Chapter 134
"That's right, Paris is about to hold Fashion Week, and we will need railcars to transport the guests.""What a great concept!" Murdock praised before continuing, "However, if I may speak frankly, your track construction crew might not be quite professional. They had the good idea of using broken stones for the foundation, but when it comes to the securing of the sleepers or the precision of the rail installation, it's rather... well, you understand."Joseph thought to himself that he was the one who had told them to use broken stones, and indeed, their technical skills were quite average.He quickly asked, "Do you have any suggestions regarding the construction?"Murdock waved his hand dismissively, "Your Highness, I'm not particularly skilled in laying tracks. But I do know some experts in the field. The mining areas of Birmingham have laid many tracks, and with the recent scarcity of new coal mines, their income has been very poor."Joseph's eyes lit up, "Mr. Murdock, you must have
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"There's nothing yet," said Prosper with a troubled expression, "As you know, we haven't really been in contact with the military before. Just yesterday, my people managed to establish a connection with an officer of the French Guards..."Fouche spoke coldly, "I'll give you five more days. If you can't find anything of value, the position of the action team leader can be replaced.""Yes, sir! I will do my utmost," Prosper could only accept the command with a bitter face.Seeing his expression, Fouche knew the difficulty of this mission was extreme—the army had its own intelligence system, even the secret police hardly dared to stretch their tentacles into military affairs, let alone the Police Affairs Department that had been established for only a few months."Remember, where there's contact, there must be a trace!" he encouraged his subordinate, "As long as you pay attention to all the details, I believe, you will find what you're looking for."...In the office of the Commander of
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Tiru saw his obsessed expression and couldn't help but laugh and shake his head, then he sat down alone in a corner, fetched a bottle of liquor, and began to drink.Menard saw that no one was watching nearby, the drunken look on his face disappeared instantly, and he deftly took out a wooden ball from his coat pocket, slightly larger than a fist—this was an exact replica of the cannonball that had hit the farmhouse, made by the craftsmen, from the size to the indentations on it, nothing was amiss.Menard placed the wooden ball one by one on the muzzle of the six four-pound cannons here, and the sizes of the muzzles of three cannons corresponded roughly to the size of the cannonball.He then fished out a long strip of paper from his pocket, which had two parallel lines drawn on it with some vertical marks and irregular circles.He took the strip of paper, compared it with the wheels of those three cannons, and quickly ruled out one of them using the width of the wheels—the strip was ac
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Queen Mary was momentarily stunned upon hearing the words, her heart starting to race. Could it be that her son was so enthusiastic because he was harboring thoughts about the princess of the Two Sicilies?"Oh, that's right," she recalled, "Maria is a very intelligent girl, skilled in astronomy and mathematics. Perhaps it's these qualities that have attracted Joseph."With some reluctance, she nodded: "That would be nice, dear, to show the Princess of the Two Sicilies our warmth and courtesy."She then quickly added, "By the way, Clementine will also be arriving in Paris soon. Are you planning to go...?"Joseph immediately smiled and bowed: "Of course, Mother, how could I not welcome a cousin who has come from afar?"He certainly didn't mind welcoming more princesses, and it also served to cover up his intent to set a trap for Besanval while greeting Maria.The Queen finally breathed a sigh of relief. Her son was only being courteous, not more interested in the princess from the Two S
Chapter 138
From atop the mound came the pleas for mercy from a fat man. Several bandits turned their heads and saw a man, not very tall and looking like an ordinary farmer, brandishing a pistol as he pushed the fat man down.Before long, except for the dead leader, the other four bandits had their weapons taken and were being held at gunpoint, squatting fearfully on the empty space beside the road.A carriage approached from a distance and stopped by the group, and Fouche stepped out from it. To capture this gang alive, he had personally come to this small town, crafting the tale about Baron Geddon, and finally, the "fish" had taken the bait.Playing with a pistol in his hand, Fouche's dead fish eyes swept over the bandits as he snorted from his nose, "Hmm, the Blood Blade Bandits, is it?"The fat man who had been on lookout earlier started crying out of fear, "Let, let me go, I can tell you where our boss hides the money..."The bald man glared at him and said firmly, "Yes! We are the Blood Bla
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Over forty minutes later, the leading painter looked at the freshly adorned farmhouse, nodded in satisfaction, and beckoned his subordinates to leave.The soldiers guarding the house had not noticed that he was holding one more paint bucket than before, and his long-handled brush had disappeared.Naturally, that paint bucket contained the military uniforms of Audric's two "younger brothers" and the work clothes of the three men, while the "long-handled brush" was left in the attic.When the painters left the area, an officer of the French guards stopped them, checked their identification, and counted the number of people.There were eight people coming, and still eight people leaving; everything was in order.The officer nodded for his subordinates to let them pass. Even if he searched them exhaustively, he would not likely check with the soldiers guarding each farmhouse about the specifics of the painters.The next morning, the sun cast slanted rays on the spacious avenues outside of
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Audric then returned to the attic, flipped out a long-handled brush from under the bed, and moved aside the cloth wrapped around the brush handle to reveal the gun barrel inside. Next, he dismantled the bloated brush head, which concealed a wooden gunstock.Soon, a British-made Brown Bess 1742 type flintlock gun was in his hands.He found gunpowder and lead shot from the other end of the brush handle, deftly loaded them into the muzzle, and handed the firearm to the red-haired "henchman," instructing him, "When the gold-carrying carriage comes by later, shoot in that direction.""Huh?" the red-haired man looked towards the distant road, puzzled, "Boss, that's probably too far to hit anything...""Idiot, we're just sounding the alarm. You're to shoot to signal our guys, to let them know it's time to act."Audric spoke as he crouched down to pull out another gun from under the bed—a French-made short musket with the stock sawn off, which the Painter had brought in hidden in a barrel. He
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"Ah, Holy Mary! Why has such a terrible thing happened..."The Sicilian princess covered her mouth in shock, wanting to look out the window but too afraid to even lift her head, huddling in the corner of her seat, incessantly crying, "His Highness the Crown Prince was attacked because he came to pick me up; it's all my fault... Wuu... It's all because of me..."Next to her, Ambassador Timothy warily glanced outside, swiftly drew the curtains, and then handed a handkerchief to the princess, admonishing her in a somewhat agitated, low voice, "Your Highness, please stay calm, this has nothing to do with you."Having a handkerchief to wipe away her tears made Maria cry even more fiercely, "What will I do if His Highness the Crown Prince has an accident?""No, that won't happen," Timothy said hurriedly, trying to reassure her, "Listening to those gunshots, they should've been fired from a long distance. Even if the Crown Prince was hit, it shouldn't be fatal.""Really?" Maria recalled the
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"Jo..." As her trembling lips began to speak, tears immediately streamed down her face.Behind her, Louis XVI stared at his son, with his eyes also reddened.Doctor Grusais was the first to get out of the carriage, bowed to the Queen and the King, and then comforted them, "Your Majesties, please do not worry. His Highness is only injured and is not in life-threatening danger. He appears to be frightened now and needs to rest as soon as possible.""Rest? Oh, yes, of course," the Queen nodded subconsciously and instructed Countess Debreninac, "Quickly, take the Crown Prince back to rest."Joseph was "weakly" helped out of the carriage and then laid back onto the stretcher to be taken to his own bedroom.The King, the Queen, and a group of nobles immediately followed.Joseph lay in bed, feigning extreme weakness, his eyes closed as if he were sleeping. The Queen sat by the bed, her head lowered as she stroked her son's arm where it was wrapped with thick bandages—the military doctors had
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Queen Mary stared at the sketch in front of her, her face taut with extreme dissatisfaction, "Is the punishment that light?"Justice Minister Breti nodded somewhat helplessly, "Your Majesty, according to the relevant decrees, this is the heaviest punishment for General Besanval. Unless there is evidence to prove that he deliberately allowed the bandits to get close to Your Highness."That's how the laws of France were at the time, very lenient towards the nobility. More than a decade ago, Countess Jeanne de la Motte, claiming to be Queen Mary's maid, found another woman to impersonate the Queen and tricked the Archbishop of Rouen into buying a necklace worth 2 million livres for the "Queen." Jeanne then handed the necklace to Count de la Motte, who sold it in England.It was only when the jewelers complained to the Queen about the installment payments not being received that the matter was revealed. The Archbishop of Rouen publicly presented "the Queen's" personal letters to clear his