"It won’t be long before Sevastopol is embroiled in a great war! At that time, the entire Sevastopol is likely to be engulfed in blood and fire!" Jerome Bonaparte said to Vilnius in a low voice.

"Your Majesty, I’m not afraid!" Vilnius responded resolutely to Jerome Bonaparte: "Saving lives and healing the wounded is the duty we nurses should fulfill!"

"Yes! You’re not afraid!" Jerome Bonaparte exclaimed angrily: "Shouldn’t you consider my feelings? Are you planning to make me sleepless in Paris?"

At this moment, Jerome Bonaparte deeply regretted that he had foolishly sent Vilnius to Constantinople to build a reputation by working as a nurse.

In just a short month, Vilnius had transformed into a nurse with Holy Mother attributes.

This transformation was something Jerome Bonaparte never could have anticipated.

"Your Majesty, I..." Vilnius was somewhat shaken but still responded firmly to Jerome Bonaparte: "Your Majesty, it was you who took the initiative to let me learn nursing knowledge and then sent me here!"

"Now I’ve changed my mind, okay!" Jerome Bonaparte replied to Vilnius with a slightly self-abandoning tone, "My dear lady, can’t you give me a break?"

"Your Majesty, you told me a few days ago! Now the entire France is eagerly reporting my deeds. If I leave here and return to Paris, all our previous efforts will not only turn to naught but also possibly earn us a reputation for desertion!" Vilnius patiently analyzed for Jerome Bonaparte.

"Who dares!" Jerome Bonaparte couldn’t help but raise his voice.

"Your Majesty, the domestic newspapers are indeed under your control and cannot utter a word!" Vilnius spoke slowly: "But what about foreign newspapers? What will those countries which wish to mock the French Empire do?"

Vilnius’ words reminded Jerome Bonaparte of the Kingdom of Britain, and she now played the exact role that Nightingale did in history.

At this point, the entire France, and indeed much of Europe, was praising Vilnius’ good deeds.

If Vilnius returned to Paris, the previous praise would instantly turn into accusations.

The efforts he and Vilnius had made would also go up in smoke.

Thinking of this, Jerome Bonaparte was somewhat shaken.

"Your Majesty, the team of British volunteers is about to reach the Crimea Peninsula! If we do not act, our previous efforts will also be overshadowed by the British volunteers!" Vilnius urged Jerome Bonaparte.

"How do you know there’s a group of volunteers heading to Crimea?" Jerome Bonaparte inquired with a heart full of doubt.

"Some time ago, I received a letter from Britain! The writer should be a wealthy lady, she told me that she admired my glorious deeds in Constantinople! So, she wanted to emulate me by forming a volunteer team and heading to the Crimea Peninsula, and she also asked if I would be willing to join her to the Crimea Peninsula!" Vilnius explained to Jerome Bonaparte.

After hearing Vilnius’ recount, Jerome Bonaparte thought of Nightingale and hurriedly asked Vilnius: "Do you know the name of the person who wrote to you?"

"She said her name is Nightingale!" Vilnius answered Jerome Bonaparte.

This time the mimic met the original!

Jerome Bonaparte’s mouth revealed a helpless smile.

If it were anyone else, Jerome Bonaparte would not worry about Vilnius being overshadowed.

After all, Vilnius was the first to try it.

But Nightingale was different from others, she was the original owner of the honorary road Jerome Bonaparte paved for Vilnius.

Even with the initial advantage, Jerome Bonaparte still found it challenging to guarantee that Vilnius wouldn’t be replaced by Nightingale.

For the Kingdom of Britain, promoting Nightingale, this "English", would yield higher returns than promoting Vilnius, a "French".

He didn’t want to see the path he painstakingly paved for Vilnius, again taken over by Nightingale.

The struggle between France and Britain wasn’t just a military one; it was crucial in cultural fields and heroic deeds as well.

He wanted the world to think that the first person to build a nursing system was a French person, not an Englishman.

However, Vilnius, a French, was similar to Beethoven, an Austrian, and Hitler, a German.

But Nightingale wasn’t purely a Briton either; traditionally speaking, she was an Italian. It’s just that she lived in Britain, and there was no Italian border at the time, so Nightingale became a British.

"Honestly, I have a bit of admiration for Miss Nightingale. She actually has the courage to head to the Crimea Peninsula!" Vilnius couldn’t help but praise Nightingale.

"Alright! I agree!" Jerome Bonaparte replied to Vilnius.

"Your Majesty, what did you just say?" a stunned Vilnius slightly opened her mouth, revealing a shocked expression.

"I said I agree with you going to the Crimea Peninsula, Miss Vilnius!" Jerome Bonaparte responded to Vilnius word by word.

"Really?" Vilnius once again asked Jerome Bonaparte.

"Of course it’s true!" Jerome Bonaparte nodded, and then shifted the topic, "However, you must promise me some things!"

"What things?" Vernia asked Jerome Bonaparte.

"First, you must work in the same hospital with your admirer, Miss Nightingale!" Jerome Bonaparte said to Vernia.

"Why is that?" Vernia looked at Jerome Bonaparte in confusion. She didn’t understand why His Majesty the Emperor wanted this.

"Don’t ask why! If you don’t agree, then I won’t agree either!" Jerome Bonaparte replied to Vernia with a stance of not giving an inch.

"I’ll have to discuss this with Miss Nightingale. It won’t be long before she arrives in Constantinople!" Vernia said to Jerome Bonaparte.

"Secondly, your hospital must be established on the south shore, and close to the rear!" Jerome Bonaparte continued to propose conditions.

If the commander of the Russian Empire isn’t a fool, he will definitely attack the north shore first, like France’s attack on Sevastopol, and then attack the south shore (later Gorchakov did not go all-in on the north shore).

So, compared to the north shore, the south shore is still quite safe.

"Alright!" Vernia nodded and replied to Jerome Bonaparte.

"That’s all I have to say!" Jerome Bonaparte sighed. He really didn’t want Vernia to take risks.

"Your Majesty, thank you for your understanding and support!" Vernia replied to Jerome Bonaparte.

"I don’t really want to support it, but is it possible?" Jerome Bonaparte shrugged, "Alright! Let’s not talk about this. While there’s still time, return to the hospital and prepare! Don’t make any mistakes later!"

"Yes, Your Majesty!"

"Never mind! Wait a moment! You can prepare tomorrow!" Jerome Bonaparte suddenly pulled Vernia into his arms, "I’m in a bad mood now!"

Vernia smiled charmingly, her slender hand reached again for Jerome Bonaparte’s "militia missile."

After a while, strange sounds came from the room.

... 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝙚𝔀𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝒐𝒎

The next day, early in the morning.

Jerome Bonaparte, lying completely naked, opened his bleary eyes, touching the pillow beside him that was still warm.

A while later, he got up and put on the clothes scattered on the ground one by one, then took a carriage to the French Embassy.

When Jerome Bonaparte entered the embassy, both Valerovsky and Marshal Renio happened to be inside.

Jerome Bonaparte yawned and said to Valerovsky and Renio, "I just happen to have something to discuss with you!"

"Your Majesty, please go ahead!" Valerovsky and Marshal Renio said in unison.

"I want to change the award ceremony location from Constantinople to Sevastopol, what do you think?" Jerome Bonaparte asked Valerovsky and Marshal Renio tentatively.

As soon as these words were spoken, they were immediately opposed by both Valerovsky and Renio.

In their view, Jerome Bonaparte going to Sevastopol was a very unwise move.

The current Crimea Peninsula could erupt into a great war at any time. Jerome Bonaparte going there now is simply too dangerous.

If the Russian Empire knew that the Emperor was in Sevastopol, they would attack Sevastopol at any cost.

If they could capture the Emperor, the war would end very quickly.

"It’s just an award ceremony, it doesn’t matter, right! Don’t worry, I won’t stay there for long!" Jerome Bonaparte said unyieldingly.

"Your Majesty, it’s not a matter of time!" Valerovsky continued to persuade, "The situation on the Crimea Peninsula is really too dangerous now, a war could break out there at any moment!"

"Are you afraid of war?" Jerome Bonaparte asked back.

Valerovsky and Marshal Renio both shook their heads, and Jerome Bonaparte continued, "Since neither of you fear war, then why should I fear it!

It’s settled, the award ceremony location will be changed from Constantinople to the Crimea Peninsula!

And the two of you better not tell Paris about this, if I find out that you snitched, hmm hmm..."

And so, under the coercion of Jerome Bonaparte, the award ceremony was changed from Constantinople to the Crimea Peninsula.