Hidden Dragon in Qing Dynasty

"Why is this happening? Where did this monster come from? Were these evil spirits from hell? "The glory of our empire has been trampled to such an extent, are you all idiots …"

Amidst the curses, there was a loud noise. The biggest mercury mirror in the Versailles was shattered, rolling glass everywhere.

This was the most famous palace in all of France's history, and ever since Xiao Letian had entered Europe, he had never encountered such a great calamity. Three Famous Painting s were destroyed, six windows were smashed, and ten tall water silver mirrors were shattered into pieces on the ground.

Of course, the most unfortunate ones were the porcelain from China. Countless Song, Yuan, and Ming and Qing porcelain were all smashed into pieces. The only reason was that the source of His Majesty's anger came from China.

Napoleon III was not a qualified politician. He was essentially a warlord, a luckier, and a schemer. Other than relying on ruthlessness and deceit, he also relied more on his luck and the prestige left to him by his uncle Napoleon.

War maniacs like them were always irritable and irritable. In the Franco-Prussian war, Napoleon III was easily angered by Bismark and thus chose to take the initiative and declare war.

Napoleon had always thought highly of himself. This was not only because of his arrogance, but also because the army of the France s that had fought in the war to the north and the south had been really proud these past few years. From the Italian religious wars to the Crimean War and then to the expedition against the Great Qing, Napoleon III used victory after victory to maintain his rule.

But today, a group of backward barbarians from the east, who had lost to a group, had trampled the dignity of the France to such an extent. How could the emperor not be angry when he was a young political rookie and a classic example of a barbarian who could force an empire into a dead end?

"Look at the newspapers. Look at how they attacked us. What the hell are you idiots doing every day? Answer me, who gave the order to attack newspapers all over Europe? "Just who sent this order …"

The emperor was roaring, and the ten over people standing in front of him was the highest leader of the France, while Xie Lifu, who had sold his friends, was also standing at the back of the group.

No one wanted to be the leader, no one wanted to be scolded by His Majesty, but someone had to answer questions. In the end, all the big bosses in front all set their eyes on Xie Lifu, the unlucky guy with the lowest rank.

Xie Lifu scolded in his heart. This group of old cunning foxes would not share a single piece of the spoonful of soup better than anyone else. When the time came, they would shrink back.

But there was nothing he could do. Who asked him to be at the lowest level here? If the whole thing hadn't been connected to those damned Chinese, a lieutenant colonel wouldn't have been able to meet His Majesty the Emperor.

"Your Majesty … "We're not the ones who did this …" Xie Lifu swallowed his saliva fiercely, "I swear to you, the French Intelligence did not give the order to attack the newspaper. No matter how foolish we are, we would not be this stupid …"

"Then tell me, what is going on? Austria has already made it clear that they did not make their move, so who did it? " The king was breathing heavily like an angry bull.

Xie Lifu was in a difficult situation, the emperor's problem was also something they wanted to clarify. He and these rich and powerful officials had done their analysis multiple times, but to no avail.

There were several times when Xie Lifu suggested to release Pierre, but he was met with opposition from everyone. Although everyone had to admit that Pierre was very talented, they all needed him to take the blame.

"Your Majesty, we've been working hard all this time. We'll send more men …"

"Hahaha, six days have passed since the beginning of the attack. You've always said that you have to work hard, but what I want is the result! Ministry of Foreign Affairs has already received letters from countless countries. They all seem very polite, but they even seem to be suspecting us … "

"Who did it? It couldn't be that Bismark and Xiao Letian did it, right? " The king roared in anger.

"Hmm? Your Majesty, what you said might be possible. Maybe it was really those Chinese who did it. They wanted to discredit our France … " Before Xie Lifu could finish his sentence, an ink bottle brushed past his head.

"Idiot!" Are you insulting my IQ? Where did a bunch of Asian yellow-skinned monkeys get the guts to attack all the newspapers in Europe? If it were to be revealed, they would be torn apart by the entire angry population of Europe... "

The few officials standing in front of Xie Lifu quickly followed along with the emperor's words and spoke out, "Xie Lifu! Don't speak nonsense in front of His Majesty, it is too late for Bismark and Xiao Letian to praise these newspapers, how could they possibly do such a foolish thing … "

"Your Majesty, the matter is not that serious. The struggle between nations still depends on real strength, and our France is always one of the top countries in the world. Weak States like Prussia are simply no match for us.

A group of people surrounded Napoleon and began to flatter him, leaving behind Xie Lifu who was helplessly standing in the corner. His Majesty the emperor's complexion was also gradually improving under the flattery.

Three days, the time limit that the Emperor had given these intelligence officer was only three days. When the group of people walked out of the Versailles, a group of high ranking officials spoke coldly to Xie Lifu.

"You've already heard the Emperor's deadline. Three days is enough time for you. If you still don't get an answer in the end, I want you to know the consequences." After saying that, the group of old fellows left, leaving Xie Lifu standing there in a daze. At this moment, he deeply missed his good friend Pierre.

At the same time, on a small limestone island in the outer seas of the southern city of Marseille, France, there was a simple castle called Ivu Castle. Fang Guan's fervent pursuer Pierre was locked inside a dungeon, by himself.

The name of the castle is still unfamiliar to the people of this age, but if you were told that the castle prison on the island is the model prison at sea in the world-famous book The Count of Monte Cristo, you would understand.

It was here that the 'lucky' Pierre was locked up, in the same cell, and the same loneliness.

"What will the Chinese do? How would they face the vengeance of His Majesty the Emperor when they escaped the French border? "How many possibilities are there?" Pierre was covered in mud, with a full beard, and was carving a sharp limestone stone on the wall in his hand.

Intelligence analysis was his job, and it was his talent and specialty. In this damn prison, if he didn't find something for himself to do, he would go crazy.

"Information, I need more information. Without the support of new information, all my analysis is just assumptions and delusions …" "No, no, no, I have to hold on. I'm a genius, I'll definitely find out the truth from some clues …"

Pierre, who seemed to be suffering from a nervous breakdown, was talking to himself in two different roles, one cheering himself up and the other discouraging himself, and the two of them were arguing incessantly, even over whether it was red wine or white wine for lunch, when there was only half a glass of water on his table.

"Go back to the source, I want to go back to the source... How Xiao Letian will deal with the retaliation from France will depend on how much he wants to get from Europe … "

"Let me think back to the intelligence I received from East Asia. Didn't Xiao Letian want to deal with the Industrial Zones now? Isn't he trying to develop the Ryukyu Kingdom? "And he sent a regiment of officers to Prussia …"

"Wait, why did he send the regiment to Prussia? Why not an even stronger English and French? Could it be that his goal was the upcoming Great War of the Pu Ao? "Hahaha, that's right, all you want is a fox to fight, right …"

"Cheers!" Pierre drank half a glass of water, as if it were the most delicious wine, and then sank back into a near-hysterical analysis.

We have to admit, a genius really exists in this world. It's as if Fang Guan was born to be a soprano and Pierre was born to be an intelligence analyst. Amongst the dense number of words and letters on the stone wall, lines of clues that were difficult to be discovered by normal people were connected together. Xiao Letian's true purpose for coming to Europe had gradually surfaced.

"This is a man who is good at seizing historical opportunities. What does it mean for him to secretly send his regiment of officers to Prussia for training and then sneak in himself? This means that Xiao Letian is extremely optimistic about the future of Prussia, as if he knows that Prussia will win in the future … "

"Just where does he get his confidence from? What made him think Prussia would win? And why would Prussia accept him? "None of the intelligence shows that Prussia has a diplomatic plan with China?"

"Benefits, only benefits. Xiao Letian must have provided Prussia with a condition that he cannot refuse, I am sure it must be a huge amount of money. Prussia has already squeezed out all the last copper coins from their country, they are now at the peak of their militarism …"

"Hahaha …" Pierre laughed wildly and threw away the stone in his hand. He looked at the marks on the stone wall with a pleased expression on his face. He firmly believed that he had received his answer.

"Xiao Letian helped Prussia dominate the world, and Prussia gave back to him industry, technology, education and even prestige... "That's right, Prussia will help Xiao Letian establish a high prestige, helping him to upgrade from a statesman from East Asia to a world-class political star …"

"Wuwuwu …" "It's a pity that I can't see that scene. I can't see the woman I love anymore …" Pierre was squatting in the corner, weeping sadly, when suddenly there was a footstep outside the iron door, and then the small window on the door was opened, revealing a pair of strange eyes.

"Pitiful fellow, you're actually crying. There's a chance in front of you right now. As long as you grasp it, you'll be able to immediately enter this hell on earth …"