Gazing at the departing figure of Jerome Bonaparte, Elizabeth fell into deep thought, unsure whether she should heed Jerome Bonaparte's words.
"Alas!" Elizabeth sighed over her ill-fated destiny.
Just then, the voice of Franz Joseph reached Elizabeth's ears: "Elizabeth, what's wrong? Has something happened?"
Elizabeth, responding to the voice, turned around and revealed a false smile: "Nothing!"
"That's good!" Franz Joseph, suspecting nothing, then lowered his voice to inquire, "What were you discussing with the Emperor of France earlier?"
Looking at her inquisitive fiancé, Elizabeth couldn't help but recall Jerome Bonaparte's remarks.
As the saying goes, like mother, like son; if her fiancé is so controlling, his mother must be even more so. (This is Elizabeth's subjective thought.)
