Eagle’s Glory

While Princess Sophie was watching the boys and girls dancing on the dance floor, Metternich, the Prime Minister of the Austrian Empire, was also watching the scene in front of him with great interest.

Contrary to Princess Sophie, the prime minister is in a better mood now, and he is particularly satisfied to see that the plan he pushed is being implemented steadily.

At his position and age, gold, silver, jewels or wine and beauties can hardly impress this haggard heart. Only the desire for power can make his body feel alive again.

The government he was in charge of, the envoys of European countries, and even members of the royal family all acted like pieces on a chessboard in the orbit he set. Work day in and day out and never feel tired.

The son of Napoleon, the daughter of Grand Duke Karl, they dance together, what exquisite chess pieces!

Just as Prime Minister Metternich was admiring the dance leisurely, he noticed a middle-aged man in a black tuxedo walking towards him quickly. He quickly recognized it as Count Litvinsky, the ambassador of the Russian Empire. .

The tall, brown-whiskered, hard-bodied man now seemed all the more aggressive because of his unhappiness.

"Mr. Ambassador, do you have any advice?" the Prime Minister asked knowingly.

"Your Excellency, although I don't know what you are doing, I feel that you are planning something very dangerous." Count Litwinski said straight to the point, "If I read correctly, you intend to match Napoleon's son and Trump Her Royal Highness Princess Leisa?"

"I would like to make a point of correction to you. He is not only the son of Napoleon, but also the grandson of His Majesty the Emperor. He is a recognized member of the royal family——Duke of Reichstedt." Prime Minister Metternich replied unhurriedly. , "It is precisely because of his concern for his grandson that he hopes to find a marriage that does not disgrace his blood as soon as possible for His Highness. Isn't this a very reasonable thing?"

The ambassador grinned and smiled slightly mockingly.

"I really didn't know that His Majesty the Emperor loved this Highness so much! Your Excellency, on behalf of the empire, I would like to ask you for an explanation—what are you going to do with him?"

This guy was really in a hurry... The old man sneered in his heart.

"I understand that please pay attention to your attitude. The dignity of His Majesty does not allow anyone to offend, Mr. Ambassador." Prime Minister Metternich straightened his face and looked at him coldly. "In addition, the lives of members of our royal family do not need to Any foreign government report."

Earl Litwinski was slightly embarrassed by the prime minister's reply.

"I'm sorry, Your Excellency, I made a mistake." He apologized first, but still refused to give up his purpose, "However, I think this is not just an internal matter of your royal family, but a serious diplomatic matter. How to deal with Napoleon's son should be a matter that has been discussed by all countries that have suffered from Napoleon! Don't forget how much the Russian Empire paid to defeat that devil. Our country and our nation will not allow you to take this matter joke."

The ambassador's attitude is very tough, and he obviously does not intend to make any concessions on this crucial issue.

"You don't have to worry about this. Our country suffered a lot from it at that time, and we will never ignore this issue." Prime Minister Metternich smiled slyly, "Our country was once the main force against Napoleon, and sacrificed so much to destroy him." With a lot of manpower and material resources, of course we are not happy to have this nightmare happen again."

Austria is the country with the most troops annihilated by Napoleon. It's your turn to be the "main force against France"? The ambassador secretly ridiculed in his heart - of course, he couldn't say this clearly because of his diplomatic decency.

However, after hearing the prime minister's words, his originally nervous state of mind relaxed a lot. "Then can you tell me what today's arrangement means?"

"I have already said,

As His Highness was getting closer to adulthood, his marriage really needed to be put on the agenda. Due to his special status, there are actually very few suitable candidates. Finally, after discussions between His Majesty the Emperor and his mother, it was finally decided that His Highness Teresa was the main candidate. After some consideration, the Grand Duke did not agree with this. Not particularly against it. "Metternich took his responsibility completely, "The next thing you see is the scene. To be honest, I was a little surprised at first too. "

"That is to say, this is simply preparing for the marriage, and does not mean that your country has any other plans for action?" The ambassador was dubious.

"You can think so." Metternich nodded.

"Then what is your attitude towards this?" the ambassador still asked persistently.

"You ask me?" Metternich smiled slightly. "As a servant, how can I have any opinion on the behavior of the royal family members? Moreover, as far as I am concerned, even if this marriage is really made possible Really, it seems that there is nothing wrong with it, since the Duke of Reichstedt is close to adulthood, wouldn't it be natural for him to marry and have children in Austria in the future?"

"Does that mean you plan to create a Bonaparte-Habsburg branch?" the ambassador asked again, all the while staring at the Prime Minister, not missing any slight facial movement, "let the Bonaparte family be the king of this dynasty?" A jewel to adorn the scepter?"

"This is not something I can decide. Your Majesty can decide." Prime Minister Metternich still maintained a friendly smile, "But if God really sent down his will, I can only silently respect the choice of fate."

The ambassador stopped talking. He was silent for a moment, as if chewing on Prime Minister Metternich's true thoughts hidden under his diplomatic rhetoric.

"I'm very sorry for wasting your time." Then, the ambassador bowed and bid farewell to Metternich, "Finally, please forgive my rudeness just now."

After finishing speaking, he turned and left directly.

"These Russians are really quick-tempered, and they can't wait to ask questions!" After the ambassador left, Mr. Genz, a close assistant who had been standing next to him, finally spoke.

"It's true that things haven't gone well for them recently, so it's normal for them to be more sensitive." Prime Minister Metternich replied with a smile. "Their Majesty the Tsar is still in shock from the events of last winter, and he must never want to hear the name Napoleon again."

Last winter, that is, on December 26, 1825 (December 14 in the Russian calendar), taking advantage of the death of Tsar Alexander I and the unresolved opportunity of the new Tsar, a group of Russian military officers launched a military coup in Petersburg after plotting, announcing the overthrow of The tsarist government, and is preparing to convene a constitutional assembly, the establishment of a provisional government.

After the initial shock and anger, the new Emperor Nicholas I regained his composure, and then sent a large number of troops to surround the rebels in the Privy Council Square, and used cannons to forcibly suppress it bloody.

After suppressing the mutiny, the Tsar ordered the establishment of a "secret interrogation committee" to try those who participated in the uprising, and a large number of conspirators were exiled.

So far, only nine months have passed since this bloody incident, so the Russian Empire is still in the aftermath, and it is very normal for the upper and lower nerves to be tense.

The more distressed the neighboring countries were, the happier Metternich would naturally be.

"The French ambassador just left." Mr. Genz reported in a low voice. "I think he must be busy returning to Vienna to write a report."

"I think so, they must be terrified." Prime Minister Metternich smiled slyly, "Sometimes I really worry about poor King Charles X, who has to deal with the Orleans and Bonapartes at the same time , if we hadn't left Napoleon's son here, he would be in such a state of distress!"

"Bourbon-Bonaparte-Bourbon." Mr. Genz repeated a few words as if chanting a spell, "It's time for Orleans to taste it."

"And then another Orleans-Bonaparte-Bourbon carousel?" Metternich couldn't help laughing, "Poor Frenchman! Others put the throne on the stage, but they always put the stage on the stage." Become a throne!"

"Hahahaha..." Genz couldn't help laughing because of this bad joke.

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Just as the Prime Minister was joking with his assistants, the dance music that had stopped originally resounded through the hall with the band playing.

The second dance is about to begin.

Aigron walked unhurriedly to the center of the hall, and then Princess Teresa also walked over.

The two looked at each other.

"Your Highness, are you feeling better?" Aigron asked in a low voice.

"Yes, it's better." Princess Teresa nodded slightly, but there seemed to be some residual blush on her face.

"Just now...was someone kidding you?" Aigron couldn't help asking again.

"Indeed there are." Princess Teresa smiled wryly, "Think about it, with today's situation, there will always be some elders who will make fun of me, but I can't retaliate."

Then, she moved closer to the young man, and then slightly raised her head to look at his face.

"Did you just drink?" she asked in a low voice.

"I drank a little." Aigron nodded, "But please rest assured, this will not affect my next actions."

"It seems that you are not as calm as you appear on the surface." Teresa lowered her eyes slightly, "Are you still a little nervous?"

Now, there's nothing to be nervous about... Eggron thought.

Then, he keenly noticed that, except for himself and Teresa, the couples around him seemed to have changed.

But who cares?

The second dance is a waltz, the rhythm is quite brisk, the two people greet each other first, and then hold hands again.

"Your Highness!"

Just as they were about to dance, a court servant came up to them and saluted them respectfully. "His Majesty wants you to go and see him before dancing this dance."

Aigron was a little puzzled, but naturally complied with the will.

So, he followed Princess Theresa side by side to the throne in the center of the hall to pay tribute to the supreme majesty of the empire.

"Very beautiful." His Majesty the Emperor looked at the boy and girl under the steps, and then at the queen next to him, and made a short and simple evaluation, "They are all beautiful, aren't they?"

Her Majesty the Queen nodded. "Yes, Your Majesty."

"Teresa." His Majesty turned his head again and looked at the girl under the throne.

"Your Majesty? What are your orders?" Teresa's face was full of confusion.

"Frantz didn't embarrass you tonight, did he?" His Majesty asked.

This seemingly simple and meaningful words made Her Royal Highness blush again. "...Your Highness is very powerful. I am just worried that because of my own affairs, he will be delayed tonight."

"It's okay, I think he can't wait for it." His Majesty smiled and waved his hand, signaling them to go back. "Okay, don't disturb your young people's entertainment, let's continue. I hope you are happy enough tonight."