Upon hearing this, Mr. Disraeli's face turned bright red: "Need help? Of course, I need help! I need to find which oblivious hunter did it, then pull him down from his saddle and drag him into the mud to confess. I won't hide it from you, that shot was incredibly accurate; it hit the deer's lung but blew up my car, almost costing me, the political rising star, my life."
Palmerston, unfazed, glanced at the hunting servant behind him, casually asking: "Who fired the shot?"
Viscount Melbourne hearing this, couldn't help but raise an eyebrow.
The hunting servants looked at each other, and seeing no one step forward, Palmerston intensified his tone and asked again: "I said, who fired the shot?"
Understanding Viscount Palmerston's meaning, the leading hunter urged his horse forward: "Your Excellency, it was me. I saw the deer appeared quite thin and thought one shot would be enough, so I took the liberty..."
