Extreme Cold Era: Shelter Don't Keep Waste-Chapter 673 - 629: Royal Family Cabinet

The news that Eldest Princess Annie had settled the Mowo colony quickly spread back to the Northern Territory.

This news was akin to a shot of adrenaline for the Royalist Party, making them believe there was still hope for the Royal Family.

Although it seemed contrary to the trend of the times, for the Royalist Party, ensuring the continuity of the Royal Family held a unique significance for them—one could even say it was the very meaning of their existence.

After all, this was still an era where feudal lordships existed and people's hearts were bound by loyalty and oaths, rather than having evolved to a point where one might easily sell their soul for money and profit. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝙬𝙚𝓫𝒏𝓸𝓿𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝙤𝓶

Though the Royalist Party was rife with various interests, one must admit there were indeed individuals loyal to the Royal Family, seeking only the continuation of the Royal Family and ensuring their interests were not impacted.

But now the Privy Council had already formed resolutions, the national assembly system and prime minister cabinet system had gained the approval of the empress, and they could no longer rewind everything back to the feudal era model.

So they took a step back and proposed an idea that sounded somewhat preposterous—nominating Eldest Princess Annie as the Empire's Prime Minister, forming a royal cabinet.

Upon hearing this news, Perfikot laughed so hard she rolled off her chair.

"What are these people thinking? Stirring up a royal cabinet?" Perfikot laughed so hard she gasped for breath, posing an incomprehensible question to the old butler beside her.

Though Perfikot's laughter was so unrestrained, the old butler Foster did not remind her to be mindful of etiquette.

The old butler merely gazed lovingly at his young lady, lamenting that it had been a long time since she laughed so freely.

From this viewpoint, Foster felt these Royalists had indeed done a commendable deed; at least they made Perfikot happy for a moment.

Nonetheless, the loyal old butler explained to Perfikot: "They are not foolish; they act out of loyalty to the Royal Family. Just like my loyalty to you and the Brandlis Clan, no matter the circumstances, that loyalty never wavers.

Even if they know they are being foolish, they still hope to maintain the Royal Family's rule over the Empire and retain the Royal Family's supreme status."

In this regard, the old butler could understand the Royalists, just as when Perfikot's grandfather passed away and her parents also both died, the entire Brandlis Clan was in turmoil, and Perfikot dismissed all the servants, relying solely on him.

Even during those challenging times, the old butler's loyalty to the Brandlis Clan never wavered.

"Loyalty indeed should not be ridiculed, but their actions make me question their intelligence." Perfikot seemed to have laughed enough, yet she did not rise from the floor. Instead, she continued to lie lazily on her fur carpet and casually said, "If they were smart enough, they would realize that with the progress of the Industrial Revolution, the emerging bourgeoisie is inherently set to seize power from the old aristocracy.

It is no longer the feudal era, and the Royal Family cannot continue to grasp the Empire's supreme power—in the past decades, both the Royal Family and the Noble Council have been constantly ceding authority.

Centralization, parliament power—it's an irreversible trend. The Empire hasn't turned into a democratic nation like France largely because the Royal Family ceded power, achieving a compromise between feudal nobles and the bourgeoisie.

I managed to counter the trend of the times and became a feudal lord with real power due to the special circumstances brought about by a particular era.

In the tidal wave of the apocalypse, only I could save the world and this nation, so I became a phenomenally powerful feudal lord with armed forces capable of threatening the Empire.

If they take me as a reference and believe the era has returned, it would only give them an illusion.

The royal cabinet is absolutely impossible; no faction would allow the royal cabinet to actually exist."

Saying this, Perfikot looked up at her old butler, telling him, "Release the news that I won't participate in the prime minister election."

"Yes, miss." The old butler did not ask Perfikot why she was doing this but faithfully carried out her orders.

After the old butler left the room, Perfikot then rolled on the floor, before getting up to sit at her desk.

On the desk was an unfinished document, a new law drafted by Perfikot for the Empire, containing numerous provisions for improving workers' labor environment and enhancing workers' treatment.

Originally, after being persuaded by the empress, Perfikot intended to become the Empire's Prime Minister and prepared this law for her term as prime minister.

However, now, influenced by the Royalist Party's notion of establishing a royal cabinet, she felt that perhaps not participating in the election was the most appropriate course of action.

Thus, the half-written draft law seemed to lose its meaning.

Yet Perfikot did not plan to abandon it; she intended to finish the draft and throw it to the elected Northern Faction's lawmakers, letting them propose the draft law to trouble the future new prime minister and the national assembly.

Of course, the more important aspect was to push for improvements in workers' treatment and elevate the living conditions of the lower classes.

Although Perfikot had tried as much as possible in the Northern Territory to enhance worker treatment, without Empire-level legal backing, it was difficult for the Northern Territory to lead the entire country.

Moreover, what the Northern Territory relied on was Perfikot's personal prestige, rather than legal and social progress.

Initially, Perfikot planned to do this herself, but now it seemed, if she became prime minister, she would have to strategize with a group of fools, instantly thinking that remaining as a backstage manipulator was better for her; becoming prime minister didn't quite align with her nature.

After all, in essence, Perfikot did not consider herself a politician; political maneuverings were neither her forte nor her desire.

It would be better to let professionals handle these matters, while she controlled them from behind to enforce her will.

Moreover, a benefit of such an approach would be avoiding becoming a visible target.

Her memories from the original world had long since shown her what filthy actions politicians could resort to as election systems developed to a certain phase for victory.

Even though it's just the initial stage now, Perfikot highly doubted these political animals had any integrity.