The guards immediately pinned the shooter to the ground.
The two assassins still desperately craned their heads toward the carriage, trying to confirm whether they had succeeded, while shouting at the top of their lungs, "For the motherland, slay the traitor!"
"Those who sell out Poland will surely go to hell!"
An hour later.
Stanisław II burst into the Regent's bedroom like a madman and immediately saw the blood-soaked bandages around his nephew's ribs.
He turned to the imperial physician of Tin Roof Palace and asked urgently, "Mr. Radewicz, how is the Regent?"
"The bullet struck His Highness's right chest. His liver and lung both—"
"I... I'm fine." Regent Poniatowski weakly cut in. "Your Majesty, you're here?"
With difficulty, he turned his head again and gestured to the doctor and servants. "Please, leave first... I wish to speak with His Majesty... alone."
Doctor Radewicz and the others exchanged glances, then bowed and withdrew.
"These foolish people..." Stanisław II's face was pale. "What have they done?!
"My Joseph, you'll be all right..."
But the Regent of Poland smiled. "This is good, Your Majesty.
"When I... signed that document, I should already have died... It was I who handed over more than half of Poland... to the invaders..."
Stanisław II knew he meant the Ceasefire Agreement signed two months ago. He immediately shook his head hard. "No, you did not! You were saving Poland. Everyone should be thanking you!"
Poniatowski tried to wave a hand, but seemed to pull at his wound. Cold sweat poured down his face from the pain, yet he still gritted his teeth and said, "After all, Lesser Poland, Sandomierz, Volhynia, Minsk, Danzig... and many other places—the Poles there are being enslaved and humiliated by foreigners...
"Someone must answer for all of this...
"Please release those assassins. They