Although he only said half of his words very implicitly, Count Vergenin's meaning was already obvious - he thought he was going to be sent to a place like Corsica as a dispensable person.

Secretary of State for Foreign Affairs.

To be honest, when Count Vergenin received the news last night, he was almost stunned as if struck by lightning. After all, this was undoubtedly a death sentence for his political and diplomatic career.

Lawrence was not angry at this small offense. He still smiled and handed the other party the list that Justice Maupp gave him yesterday.

Count Vergenin took the list with suspicion, but soon his eyes couldn't help but widen:

"This is...?!"

Although he did not recognize most of the names above due to his long-term living abroad, Count Vergenin noticed that there were such important officials as the Marquis de Maupe and the Duke of Orleans on this list.

If it was just to send a group of nobles to Corsica, these two ministers would not be included in the list.

Lawrence gently took the list:

"A brand new party, the Golden Iris Faction, was established by His Majesty's will. We take His Highness the Crown Prince's interests as the criterion and His Highness the Crown Prince's will as the criterion. Everything is for His Highness."

"For His Royal Highness the Crown Prince..." Count Vergenin's eyes widened, as if he hadn't come back to his senses yet.

"Your name is also on it, Your Excellency," Lawrence said softly:

"You should know what this means, right?"

Count Vergenin swallowed hard. He had served as the British King's special envoy and he understood this system and organization very well, but this sudden surprise and news still made him stutter:

"This is...His Royal Highness's...Shadow Cabinet."

After all, Count Vergenin seemed to be aware of his gaffe. After all, last night he thought he was going to be sent to a wilderness to end his political career. At this moment, he was informed by His Excellency Bonaparte that he had been selected as the crown prince.

His Royal Highness's Shadow Cabinet.

Fortunately, as an experienced diplomat, Count Vergenin adjusted quickly and suppressed his surprise and asked:

"That is to say, on the day when His Royal Highness the Crown Prince wears the crown, I will be promoted..."

Lawrence squinted at the other party, and could naturally read the ecstasy in Count Vergenin's heart, but he still slowly shook his head and said in a deep voice:

"It's not that simple, Your Excellency, whether this list can become a reality is still unknown. It depends on certain unstable factors."

"You mean..." Count Vergenin's eyes darkened and he said slowly:

"The Duke of Choiseul?"

"Yes, you are very smart." Lawrence nodded and affirmed:

"If the Duke of Choiseul could stand unharmed in the Palace of Versailles on the day of his coronation, everything on this list would be in vain."

Count Vergenin nodded silently. He had always been at odds with the Duke of Choiseul, and he knew very well that Monsignor Bonaparte was right.

With the power of the Duke of Choiseul, if Louis XV did not resolve it before his death, there would certainly not be any place left for the Duke's political opponents in the new king's cabinet.

Therefore, Count Vergenin also vaguely realized that the Golden Iris faction mentioned by Monsignor Bonaparte was essentially a political party faction that wanted to compete with the Duke of Choiseul.

And if you decide to join this faction, you will undoubtedly have to go to war with the Duke of Choiseul.

The two people may have just hated each other before, but since then, they have been unrelenting political enemies. The Choiseul faction will undoubtedly bring huge trouble to Count Vergenin.

"but..."

After sorting out these things, Count Vergenin was still a little confused. He frowned and looked at Lawrence and asked hesitantly:

"Why did you go out of your way to meet with me tonight?"

There were dozens of names on the list, and Count Vergenin was puzzled as to why His Excellency Bonaparte would invite him alone or in such an urgent invitation.

"If you have the consciousness to confront the Duke of Choiseul, then I have an important task that I hope to entrust to you."

Lawrence said seriously:

"Of course, if you don't want to completely offend the Duke, I won't force you to do so. I will intercede with His Majesty after removing your name and find you a new ambassadorship as soon as possible so that you can continue your diplomatic career."

"I..."

Even someone as experienced as Count Vergenin could not help but hesitate at this moment.

There is no doubt that all the decisions he made in the first fifty-four years of his life were not as important as a nod or a shake of the head at this moment.

"call..."

Count Vergenin took a long breath, pretended to smile easily, and had already made his decision:

"You really have posed a difficult problem for me, but... for the sake of Your Highness, and for the sake of France, I can't let Choiseul continue to do this. No matter what important task it is, please leave it to me."

"Very wise, Your Excellency."

Lawrence smiled slightly and handed a glass of champagne to Count Vergenin, and said slowly:

"As for the tasks entrusted to you... I hope that you will be the foreign minister."

Count Vergenin had just received the wine glass, and when he heard Lawrence's words, he couldn't help but froze before he could even take a sip:

"Corsican?"

"French."

"What...?!" Count Vergenin was stunned again, and didn't even notice that the drink in his hand spilled on the ground:

"You, you mean after His Royal Highness the Crown Prince's coronation...?"

"No, it doesn't have to be until then."

Lawrence said seriously and solemnly:

"In three days, I hope that you will be appointed Minister of Foreign Affairs of the Kingdom of France."

Count Vergenin opened his mouth wide and did not recover for a long time:
Chapter completed!