Under Prime Minister Lamamor’s violent expulsion, several liberal ministers left reluctantly.

Lamamor, standing by the office window, watched the liberal ministers departing in carriages, murmuring expressionlessly, "The crisis you speak of may indeed come to pass someday, but right now the Kingdom is facing an existential crisis!"

That afternoon, with the tacit approval of Lamamor and King Victor Emmanuel II, the First Division troops that entered Turin, with the cooperation of the Turin police, successively shut down all liberal newspapers within Turin, while arresting over 200 liberal members working at those papers.

However, this was only the beginning. That night, the military and police took action once more, targeting liberal parliamentarians at the time.

Many liberal parliamentarians were unclear about what was happening when soldiers broke into their homes and arrested them, akin to a coup.

Only a few parliamentarians managed to escape, and these who fled made a pact to meet at midnight in a slum, and then each went on to inform others about the military’s arrests.

By the time the clock struck midnight, all parliamentarians who evaded capture arrived at the designated location.

Seeing the disheveled crowd, a center-left parliamentarian began to complain, "I told you long ago that no monarchy is trustworthy! You insisted on trusting that Cavour guy, so how is it now! Are you satisfied!"

"Hollande, shut up! Now’s not the time for hindsight!" The person beside center-left parliamentarian Hollande frowned and reprimanded loudly, "We have to think of a solution now!"

"Solution? What solution can there be now!" Hollande clearly had no intention of stopping, sneering as he asked, "Do you think we should fight the army to the death?"

"I can organize an armed uprising against the Sardinian Kingdom in Turin!" Another Charcoal Party parliamentarian also spoke, "As long as we can reignite the Italian people’s passion for the revolutionary cause like before, we will definitely win!"

"Fool!" Hollande retorted angrily, "Back then, we couldn’t even ignite Sardinia’s revolutionary passion, let alone now!"

"Hollande, then what do you propose we do?" Another moderate republican parliamentarian targeted Hollande, "We’re all ears!"

"I..." The usually combative Hollande was momentarily speechless, thinking hard but couldn’t come up with an appropriate solution.

"Hmph! So you criticize but when it’s your turn to solve problems, you have no solutions!" The Charcoal Party parliamentarian said sarcastically to Hollande.

"You have a solution? If you have one, step up!" Hollande snapped in frustration.

"I don’t have a solution, but at least I don’t criticize everything!" The Charcoal Party parliamentarian retorted confidently.

As things seemed to spiral out of control, another parliamentarian also tried to mediate, saying, "Now is not the time for fighting, we must unite!"

Both center-left parliamentarian Hollande and the Charcoal Party parliamentarian turned away simultaneously. Seeing this, the mediator parliamentarian spoke again, "First, we must understand why the Sardinian Kingdom’s army suddenly arrested us!"

"Of course, it’s because the army inherently loathes us!" Hollande replied, then showed a look of disdain, "The Kingdom’s army is entirely controlled by a bunch of old nobility who utterly detest liberalism! Therefore, naturally, they look down on us too!"

"But the army can’t just arrest people for no reason, they must be following someone’s orders!" Another parliamentarian also responded.

"Isn’t it obvious? It’s our wise and mighty King!" Hollande replied sarcastically, "Who else could command the troops in Turin besides him?"

The parliamentarians present were unwilling to admit it, yet they all leaned towards Hollande’s view.

The only one who could directly command the Sardinian Kingdom’s troops was King Victor Emmanuel II.

"Then why did the King send people to suppress us? They haven’t done so before!"

"Perhaps it’s because he feels he no longer needs us and wants to abandon us!"

...

The parliamentarians chatted back and forth until suddenly a voice emerged from the darkness, "It’s because Prime Minister Cavour left Turin, and Lamamor took over as Prime Minister!"

The parliamentarians turned their eyes toward the source of the voice. Out of the darkness appeared one of the liberal ministers dismissed by Lamamor.

"What? Lamamor became Prime Minister?" The parliamentarians showed surprised expressions.

"Correct! Lamamor took over as Prime Minister and dismantled the alliance between Cavour and us!"

"But why would Lamamor do that, even if he hated us, it’s not to this extent!" someone in the parliament retorted.

"I think it’s likely that King Victor Emmanuel II couldn’t withstand pressure from the French Empire, prompting such a decision!" a parliamentarian speculated, "Just when Prime Minister Cavour was absent, King Victor Emmanuel II chose Lamamor as Prime Minister to drive us away!"

"This can’t be right! France only requested to limit the publication of newspapers and the incitement of nationalist sentiments; they didn’t demand the Kingdom to arrest us!"

"What do you think? Could there be other reasons for this arrest?"

...

Although a liberal minister provided some direction, the parliamentarians still hadn’t found the correct answer.

At this moment, a group of Sardinian soldiers in green uniforms emerged from the darkness, raising their Minie Rifles in unison as they came forward.

"Gentlemen, it was really not easy to find you. Please come with us! I do not wish to use force with you!" The officer leading them politely said to the group of parliamentarians.

With the threat of bayonets and bullets, none of the parliamentarians chose to resist, and they followed the officer to a prison on the outskirts of Turin.

This typically idle prison was unusually lively on this day. Liberal parliamentarians, generals, newspaper members, and liberal ministers were all detained in this prison, including Brigadier General Giuseppe Garibaldi.

(In 1852, Giuseppe Garibaldi was commissioned as a brigadier general by Prime Minister Cavour but did not have command of military forces.)

The newly imprisoned parliamentarians showed expressions of surprise when they saw Giuseppe Garibaldi.

Some parliamentarians familiar with Giuseppe Garibaldi came to his side, asking him what exactly had happened.

Giuseppe Garibaldi also showed a bewildered expression, clearly knowing no more than they did.

Thus, the newly arrived inmates began to communicate with the others in the prison, and after some time, Prime Minister Rama Moore of the Sardinian Kingdom and Lieutenant General Charles Alberto appeared before everyone present.

Rama Moore, full of spirit, said to everyone in the prison, "Ladies and gentlemen, how do you feel now?"

The people in the prison hurled insults at Rama Moore, wishing they could even pull out Rama Moore’s ancestors to blame.

Rama Moore was completely indifferent to the insults from this group of losers until they fell silent. He squinted and smiled at them, saying, "Ladies and gentlemen, have you finished insulting? If you’re done, I’m going to speak now!

If not, continue! I can wait!"

The people in the prison, seeing the defiant attitude of Rama Moore, fell silent.

The previously loud prison instantly quieted down, and Rama Moore spoke again to everyone present, "Ladies and gentlemen, you all will be expelled by tomorrow... no, this morning!"

"We are parliamentarians, and we should enjoy the rights not to be expelled!!" the parliamentarians all said to Rama Moore.

"How unfortunate!" Rama Moore feigned a sigh, "This afternoon, His Majesty has already announced the dissolution of Parliament, which means you are no longer parliamentarians!

Because the new round of voting hasn’t started yet!"

"Why weren’t we informed about His Majesty dissolving the Parliament?" a parliamentarian asked Rama Moore once again.

"I’m informing you now, aren’t I?" Rama Moore responded to the parliamentarians.

"Rama Moore!" Giuseppe Garibaldi, who had not spoken until now, rose and looked at Rama Moore.

"Brigadier General Giuseppe Garibaldi, you should call me Minister Rama Moore, or Prime Minister, or even Marshal!" Rama Moore said mockingly to Giuseppe Garibaldi in the prison.

"What exactly do you want to do?" Giuseppe Garibaldi yelled angrily at Rama Moore.

"I don’t want to do anything! I’m just carrying out orders!" Rama Moore shrugged in response to Giuseppe Garibaldi.

"Whose orders?" Giuseppe Garibaldi asked Rama Moore again.

"The orders of His Majesty the King!" Rama Moore answered Giuseppe Garibaldi.

The people in the prison all showed expressions of disappointment, having originally placed their hopes of unifying the Apennines on the Sardinian Kingdom, on King Victor Emmanuel II. Now it seemed they had trusted the wrong person.

"And, of course, the final ultimatum given to us by the Austrian Empire!" Rama Moore spoke up once again.

"What is going on? What ultimatum?" Giuseppe Garibaldi asked again.

"Since you all want to know, I will tell you everything that happened today..."