After hearing the Crown Prince's question, Talleyrand immediately took on a constipated expression, "Your Highness, I do know a few things, but this kind of matter..."
Joseph smiled, "Rest assured, I have no ill intentions, I merely wish to send out some gifts."
Talleyrand struggled inwardly for a while, but in the end, the temptation of the Foreign Minister took over, and he picked up a pen and paper and began to write thoughtfully.
After a moment, he handed a paper with more than a dozen names to Joseph, "Your Highness, these are all that I know. You must never say that it was I who told you. As for the kind of gathering you mentioned..."
His expression was somewhat unnatural, "It usually takes place on the second Sunday of every month. The meeting point in Paris is in an estate in Montmartre. The bishops of Valois and Reims often go there."
"The second Sunday of every month?" Joseph recalled the calendar, "Isn't that tomorrow?
