I Am the Crown Prince in France

"What do you want to discuss?" Vezinier turned his head and looked at DuBoer in surprise, "There is no need to even criticize this bill, the conclusion can only be that it will not be registered!"

DuBoer gestured towards the dense crowd of protesters outside the window: "Mr. Dean, please listen to their voices. Maybe we should make some changes in this matter."

The judge sitting opposite him, with dark circles covering half of his face, rubbed his bloodshot eyes, yawned and nodded: "I see, this matter must be settled...if we make some adjustments to the provisions of the bill, It’s not non-negotiable.”

He almost didn't sleep all night last night because every once in a while, someone threw stones at his villa, and several pieces of glass were broken. The women and children in the family were so scared that they cried and cried all night.

On his way to the High Court this morning, citizens were standing on the rooftops on both sides of the street, cursing and throwing tiles at his carriage. The driver's hands were injured.

Now he no longer wants to care about whether the law is passed or not. He just hopes that these troublemakers will disperse as soon as possible so that his home can be peaceful.

So after Di Boer started, he immediately had the intention to second the proposal.

The other short judge also nodded slightly subconsciously.

The judge with a hooked nose beside Vezinier frowned and said: "Do you want us to listen to those untouchables outside and then make it difficult for all decent people?"

"If this bill is beneficial, then decent people should not be in trouble." The judge, who always had a surprised expression in his eyes, said and gave DuBoer a look.

The latter put together the text of the bill in front of him and looked around at the crowd: "If you don't want to discuss the terms of the bill, then let's just vote."

Vezinier's eyes swept across the faces of the two men and said coldly: "Do you know what you are talking about? Rejecting this bill is the consensus of all nobles. There is no need to vote!"

"It's not a consensus." DiBoer shook his head, "Let's ask the dignitaries sitting here to vote."

The so-called "key members" are the core judges of the internal deliberative body of the High Court. There are currently 6 people with great authority and can hold meetings to decide most court affairs.

As DuBoer said, he raised his hand first: "I think the tax bill can be registered."

The judge, who always looked surprised, raised his hand: "I agree too."

The judge with dark circles hesitated for a moment, remembering that the High Court had almost become a symbol of sin and corruption, and the day before yesterday when even the skilled women refused to serve him, he slowly raised his hand.

Three key members rebelled, causing the atmosphere in the conference hall to suddenly change.

The short judge was also made miserable by the protesters. He glanced around and was about to raise his hand when he saw Vezinier suddenly stood up and shouted loudly: "I will never allow this bill to be registered. !”

He raised his hand and pointed at the "black eye": "Count Valdier, who supports you to become the chancellor? Are you going to betray them?!"

He looked at the shortest judge again: "Viscount Oral, I have to remind you of Duke Aiguillon's attitude towards the bill!"

As the President of the High Court, Vezinier was quite powerful. His words frightened Judge Oral to the point where he trembled and retracted his hand in a hurry.

Judge Wadiye was struggling, moving his right hand back and forth several times, not knowing what to do.

DuBoer also stood up and said dissatisfied: "I protest! Count Vezinier, you are threatening the freedom to vote!"

Vezinier finally waited until Vadier's raised hand was put back on the table. He ignored DuBoer and waved his hand with a dark face: "That's it for today. Let's break up the meeting."

…

Palais Royal.

The Duke of Orleans frowned at the brochure sample in his hand, shook his head and said: "Vicomte Laclos, this is too little. You must give me at least 3,000 words of manuscript to promote sales."

Laclos, standing in front of him, said with a grimace: "Your Majesty the Duke, I really can't do anything. I wrote this after I didn't sleep all night."

He looked at the man beside him who looked a bit like an Italian: "Mr. Brissot didn't even submit the manuscript..."

The Duke of Orleans grabbed a thick pamphlet next to him and said angrily: "But the novel they have here has more than 7,000 words! If this continues, who will buy ours?!"

Laclos and Brissot were also extremely depressed. They are both outstanding contemporary novelists.

The former, in particular, once became famous all over Paris with his book "Dangerous Liaisons", which attracted countless French writers to add "danger" or "relationship" to their titles to gain popularity.

This time he also prepared a wonderful novel for the pamphlet of the Duke of Orleans.

But his writing speed soon couldn't keep up. According to the previous pace, he could write 3,000 words of plot in a week, which was the limit. And now the Duke of Orleans wants him to complete this amount in three days, which is impossible!

He really couldn't figure out why the guy with the pen names "Silkworm and Potato" and "Octopus in the Water" could easily write more than 7,000 words every three days! Don’t they even have to think about it? !

For the first time in these days, Laclos had doubts about his writing talent.

As for Brissot, he has simply given up struggling and is ready to change careers...

The Duke of Orleans knew that he had lost control of public opinion, as evidenced by the growing number of protesters outside the High Court.

But he was unable to fight back at all.

When he was upset, the butler knocked on the door and reported, "Sir, Mr. Alexi is here and said he has something important to do."

The Duke of Orleans was a little surprised. Alexis was a confidant of Justice Vezinier. What could happen to the High Court?

When he listened to Alexi's words in the study room, he was suddenly shocked - someone voted to approve the tax bill and get registered! This is crazy!

The High Court, which was originally regarded as the strongest bulwark against the royal power, actually had cracks!

He hurriedly ordered the steward to invite the members of the Council of Dignitaries to come to the Royal Palace for a gathering.

…

Palace of Versailles.

Joseph opened the unsigned letter and read it carefully.

The content of the letter is very short, roughly describing the process of today's high court vote on the tax bill. Although it was almost passed, it was eventually suppressed by Vezinier with the power of the president of the court.

At the end of the letter, they said they would continue to think of a solution.

Joseph frowned, but he didn't expect that when he gained the momentum, the aristocratic group would lose face and rely on the position of a dean to hold back the bill.

It's just that the dean election will have to wait until two years later, and I don't have that much time.

He tapped his fingers on the table and thought quickly in his mind. Therefore, in the current situation, the stumbling block of Vezinier must be removed.

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