In the meeting room at Number 10 Downing Street, an emergency cabinet meeting was being held.
The gentlemen lined up in front of the meeting table, each capable of astonishing the whole of Britain and receiving the highest courtesy in any European country,
were usually only seen on the newspapers, but at this moment, they sat around the meeting table as silent as cicadas in winter, not uttering a word.
Each of them had a stack of thick documents by their side, and the thickest stack sat in front of the Duke of Wellington.
The Duke of Wellington tossed the documents on the table, rubbed his sore eyes, and began to speak.
"The events in France, I'm sure you've all heard, so I won't elaborate further here. What I want to know now is what exactly they intend to do. Based on the intelligence we currently have, whether this revolution in France will bring us any uncertain risks. Of course, I must also know what attitude Austria and Russia hold towards this revolution."