Chapter 385 Napoleon Promise

Chapter 385 Napoleon Promise

September 2nd, 1821. At the Palace of Versailles.

It was late afternoon when Napoleon and Ciela walked arm-in-arm in the royal garden. Their eyes swept as they scanned the beautiful floras around them. It was their routine to walk in the afternoon together as it was the only time where they could enjoy each other's company as their presence was demanded in their work. Napoleon being the Emperor of the French Empire doesn't need an explanation and so does the Empress of the French Empire whose duties extend to managing their enterprises.

Trailing behind them is Daphne, her personal maid trailing behind her. She too enjoyed the view of the royal garden. It was more beautiful and exquisite than the garden in New France.

As Napoleon and Ciela walked, they talked about a topic discreetly.

"So you heard Tristan wanting to get Joseon by himself. As a father, what would you do? Are you going to let him do it?" Ciela said.

Napoleon shook his head. "I promised that I would give you Joseon and make you their Queen. So obviously, I'm not going to allow Spain to have it."

Ciela's gaze met his, searching for certainty. "Even considering he is your son,

Napoleon shook his head again. "Tristan is the head of state of Spain. So, I have to treat him like a political counterpart, not just as a son. If he wants Joseon, then he'll have to go through me."

Upon hearing that, Ciela giggled. "You sure are quite a formidable figure, even to your own son. But I wonder, won't this create tension between you and Tristan?"

Napoleon's face took on a contemplative expression. "It's a possibility, but in politics, such tensions are inevitable. My primary duty is to the French Empire, and every decision must serve its interests first."

"But Joseon is not an interest of the French Empire, it's personal," Ciela said. "You are going to conquer Joseon to give it to me."

"Well, do you know that the northern part of Joseon has a lot of natural resources that are strategically important?" Napoleon responded, shifting the conversation to a more pragmatic perspective. "There are substantial deposits of coal and iron ore, which are crucial for our industrial expansion. Additionally, the region is known for its gold mines, which could significantly bolster our treasury."Read latest chapters at nov(e)lbin.com Only

Ciela listened intently. "Wait really? I don't know that. Must feel good if you have the information available inside your head."

Daphne tilted her head to the side, shocked slightly at the revelation. "Uhm...why?"

"It's just that your mother has a personal attachment to that country, or more specifically, she's fond of it. So she's taking it and as the Emperor of the French Empire, I will make it a reality."

Daphne grew even more confused. "Mother, Joseon sounded important to you...do you even know their language?"

When Daphne asked that, a smirk spread across Ciela's lips. She replied, not in French, but in fluent Joseonese, surprising Daphne. Her pronunciation was clear, and her intonation suggested a deep familiarity with the language.

"Yes, I do," Ciela said, switching back to French. "I've studied their language and culture extensively. It's a place that holds a special significance for me, and I've always been fascinated by its history and people. But just as you said, they are a backward nation, but in my leadership, all of it could change, right my dear?"

Ciela looked at Napoleon and Napoleon nodded.

"My parents are truly overachievers," Daphne gasped softly. She can't believe how good her parents are. She's lucky to have them as her parents.

"But won't the people living in that country rebel if they are under occupation by foreign power?"

When Daphne asked about the potential rebellion, the sound of footsteps approaching interrupted their conversation. A palace official, dressed in formal attire, approached them with a sense of urgency. Daphne recognized her, it was Armand.

"Your Imperial Majesties," Armand bowed in front of them, holding his heavy panting. He turned to Daphne and bowed. "Your Imperial Highness."

"What's the matter?" Napoleon asked.

"It's about the rebellion in Greece," Armand revealed and handed Napoleon a letter.

Napoleon took it and quickly perused the content. A smile formed across his lips. "The Greeks took over the city of Tripolitsa. So the weapons that we gave them are still effective after all. Very well, I'll keep an eye on this matter now."