"Your Majesty, haven't I told you, when you go out, it's best to bring some guards! What if you encounter someone discontented?"
Jerome Bonaparte, who had returned alone to the Tuileries Palace, had not yet enjoyed the service of his wife before facing her reproach, and crucially, he couldn't refute her.
After all, Jerome Bonaparte was not a franc, destined not to be loved by everyone. In Paris, there were still some extremists who hoped for Jerome Bonaparte's immediate death.
Going to the City Hall recklessly without any guard was indeed not a wise choice.
"If you really need to summon George Ossman, you could have him called here! Why go in person?" Empress Augusta continued to murmur complaints to Jerome Bonaparte.
"I saw it was still raining outside! Calling him over would be a bit inconvenient!" Jerome Bonaparte replied with an awkward smile to Augusta.
