"Augusta, it's all right now!"
Jerome Bonaparte whispered as gently as possible into Augusta's ear.
At this moment, Augusta, who had been hiding in Jerome Bonaparte's arms, lifted her pale face, tears shimmering in her eyes, and asked Jerome Bonaparte in a slightly trembling voice, "Really?"
Looking at his terrified wife, Jerome Bonaparte felt even more guilty.
After all, this assassination could have been avoided, but Jerome Bonaparte orchestrated it to find an excuse to interfere in the Apennine.
Unaware, Augusta was forced to partake in this performance.
"Yes, really!" Jerome Bonaparte replied gently while soothing Empress Augusta with his hand.
After a while, Empress Augusta finally calmed down.
At this moment, the voice of the Guard Army came from outside the carriage, "Your Majesty, Chief Pierre from Paris Le Perretier District requests an audience!"
"I need to step out for a bit! You stay here!" Jerome Bonaparte said as he pulled his hand away.
