Chapter 406: Franco-British Negotiations, the Super Disgusting Talleyrand

"Ha! I thought we wouldn't meet until after the Christmas Mass," Talleyrand said, leaning on his cane and pointing down the corridor, his face brimming with a smile. "This way, my old friend."

The Marquess of Wellesley followed silently, all the while cursing inwardly. If it hadn't been for Cornwallis's idiotic performance on the battlefield, he wouldn't have had to hurry to Paris to be ridiculed by the damn French!

He walked on and then suddenly felt something was amiss; turning his head, he surveyed the surroundings:

"Your Excellency, Archbishop, are we going the wrong way? This doesn't seem to be the direction to the Hall of Peace."

According to French custom, important negotiations in the Palace of Versailles were usually conducted in the Hall of Peace.

Talleyrand turned his head, revealing an apologetic expression: