章節 57: Chapter 57 Mrs. Sanbellan
Joseph did not intend to interfere too much with the specific preparation and establishment process of the Police Intelligence Department. He is a layman in this area, leaving the specific work to those who are good at it. He only needs to control the general direction.
Everyone in the Police Intelligence Department looked at the leaving figure of the Crown Prince, all looking eager to try.
To be honest, when Prospell and others heard that the Police Intelligence Division was part of the police system, they were quite dissatisfied, even if it was only in name. At first, they all thought they would be transferred to serve in the Forbidden Army.
However, after learning that he would receive a high salary that could offset any psychological trauma, all the unhappiness immediately disappeared and was replaced by energy that filled his body.
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When the Duke of Orleans returned to the Palais Royal, he had a relaxed smile on his face.
Just as he was preparing to overthrow Brian, news came from the High Court that the latest tax bill submitted by Brian had extremely tough provisions that did not take into account the feelings of the nobles.
The High Court rejected the bill before even completing the procedure.
It's just like God arranged it! This will be a perfect opportunity to deal with Brian!
At the cocktail party that just ended, he had completed all the layouts with ease.
The first is to obtain the support of those influential nobles.
They will spread the news that Brian will only harm the interests of the nobles and is the enemy of all nobles, calling on the nobles to resolutely resist the policies implemented by Brian.
Then, he formed an alliance with the Minister of Justice and the Minister of Foreign Affairs, and will jointly promote the motion to remove Brian at the cabinet meeting on the grounds that Brian is incompetent and has made no progress on the tax bill.
At the same time, people in the entire financial field will cooperate from the outside, spread the word, and attack Brian for not understanding economics, and only the great banker Necker can save France's finances. The banking industry will firmly support Necker and fully cooperate with him to improve the economy.
Under the fierce attack from many parties, the Queen will have no choice but to give up Briand in order to stabilize the political situation.
As soon as Necker comes to power, everything will be back under his control!
The Duke of Orleans walked briskly through the east corridor and walked towards his study. Suddenly, he heard some strange noises. He immediately stopped and turned towards his son's piano room.
The door to the piano room was closed tightly, and the sound became clearer and clearer. He frowned and looked at the guard standing far away. The latter immediately lowered his head deeply and whispered: "I, I don't know anything..."
The Duke of Orleans shouted to the piano room: "Philippe, are you in there?"
A messy sound suddenly came from the piano room.
After a moment, the door was pushed open. A plump woman in her late thirties ran out in a panic. She was the piano teacher of the Duke of Orleans' son.
The woman's face was flushed, her hair was disheveled, and her skirt was askew. It was obvious that she had put it on in a hurry.
She curtsied to the Duke of Orleans, then hurried away against the wall.
The Duke of Orleans entered the door with a sullen face and saw that his son's shirt was buttoned incorrectly. He immediately pointed at him and scolded him: "How many times have I told you, don't get involved with such lowly people! You can definitely go to those families." Noble ladies, they will be happy to be with you..."
Although little Philip avoided his eyes, he interrupted him dissatisfied: "How can those little girls compare to Mrs. Hollat's charm?"
"you!"
Little Philip shrank his neck, hurriedly turned around and fled out of the piano room.
The Duke of Orleans was about to get angry, but suddenly he remembered the unclear experiences he had with the adult maids at home when he was the age of his son.
He suddenly felt relieved, shook his head and sighed. Who of the boys at this age can resist the temptation of those mature women?
When he mentioned maturity and charm, the figure at the reception immediately came to mind—Mrs. Sanbellan.
A enchanting, charming beauty. Every pore on her body exudes temptation that men can't resist. Countless noble nobles were fascinated by her. She had at least six or seven lovers.
If a boy of Phillip's age saw her, he would probably only be thinking about that kind of thing.
He suddenly sneered. This coquettish woman didn't know that one of her lovers, the Earl of Cape Fear, had been infected with syphilis.
During the hunt the day before yesterday, the Earl of Cape Fear was still showing off to everyone how he and Mrs. Sanbellan had a turbulent relationship before coming here, and he had just been diagnosed with syphilis that day.
In other words, within a few years, that woman would be covered in sores, exuding the smell of death, and become shunned by everyone.
Although syphilis was used by the nobles as a talking point to show off their romance, everyone knew that it was a terrible terminal disease.
The Duke of Orleans knew that Louis XV actually died of this disease.
If only their whole family died from this disgusting disease! He cursed fiercely, but suddenly he froze, as if he had caught something.
"That's right! Let them all get infected by this!" There was ecstasy in his eyes. "That boy will definitely not be able to resist the temptation of Madame Sanbellan, and then she will infect him. Yes, that's it!"
He thought carefully for a long time and confirmed that the success rate should be very high, and even if it failed, he would have no loss.
He immediately summoned the housekeeper impatiently and gave him some instructions in a low voice.
"Yes, sir."
A few hours later, at Madame Sembéran's house, Viscount Valles said with excitement: "That person said that as long as you hook up with the Crown Prince, you can get fifteen thousand livres!"
Mrs. Sangbelan put her slender arms around his neck and said with charming eyes: "So much money? Which big shot is so generous? What does he want to do?"
Naturally, Viscount Valles did not dare to name the Duke of Orleans. He just waved his hand and said, "Don't worry about who it is. That person wants to take refuge with the Crown Prince, so you need to know something about his movements. You just need to catch up with the Crown Prince and report some of his movements." If so, you can get extra remuneration."
Madame Sanbellan was obviously very interested - seducing a thirteen-year-old boy was a sure thing for a love giant like her, and maybe there would be another reward from the Crown Prince.
There was so much chaos in the French court that it was not uncommon for someone to get involved with the king, but it didn't matter if someone knew about it.
She suddenly felt that it was a great loss that she had not thought of this path before.
She smiled coquettishly, nuzzled Viscount Valles' face with the tip of her nose, and cooed: "Don't you feel bad when you push me into someone else's arms?"
The latter pressed her onto the velvet mattress, lowered his head and kissed her: "It's not like I can't come to you, so what are you afraid of?"
"Oh, I hate it..."
The next day, in Queen Mary's Concert Hall.
A group of ladies surrounded the queen, chatting about various gossips to the soothing music.
The Queen's maid, Count Debeninac, suddenly said: "Next week is St. Nicholas' Day, so we should hold a masquerade as usual, right?"
Mrs. Sambelan, who was standing on the edge, was moved when she heard this. The crown prince would definitely attend the St. Nicholas' Day dance. This was an opportunity.
Countless love experiences flashed through her mind, and she immediately smiled and said loudly: "The masquerade party is the same every year, and everyone must be tired of it. This year I have a good idea!"
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