Anning entered the banquet hall of the Royal Palace and saw a large group of young people gathered in one corner.
After Anning entered the venue, a group of middle-aged and older men swarmed around him like bees to nectar, creating a bizarre scene: young men on one side, ranging from those just old enough for social gatherings to those in their early twenties, while Anning's side was all filled with uncles.
Napoleon soon noticed this: "Young men and uncles are like the North and South Poles of the Earth."
Anning looked at Napoleon's youthful face and remarked sarcastically, "You are only 25 years old, and I am just five years older than you."
Napoleon retorted, "Anyone over 25 is an uncle. Accept the reality."
Anning shrugged, "Okay. So, what's over there exactly?"
"Oh, it seems like a celebrity from the Paris social circle, someone named Mrs. Boarne."
