Eagle’s Glory

"Hey... only for a while. I really don't have time."

Princess Sophie's tolerance moved Aigron even more.

Although His Highness not only helped him so much, but also compromised with him time and time again, tolerant of his willful demands, how precious is this kind of sincerity.

He kept his promise, and after a short hug, he let go of his embrace.

"Well, Cinderella can turn back into a princess." Then, he shrugged regretfully, "I look forward to the next time the fairy waved her wand and brought me another dream."

"It won't be long, Your Highness." Perhaps to comfort the young man, Her Highness replied in a very gentle tone, "Isn't the value of fairies just to satisfy people's wishes?"

There was an elegant smile on her face, and the anger just now seemed to have dissipated, or in other words - she must have never been angry at all.

The two walked out of the box, and under the guidance of the guards, they walked out of the theater among the crowd, then walked to the street in the distance, stepped into the carriage again, and started their way back to the palace.

The moonlight shines through the car window, pasting the shadows of the buildings on the road to the inner wall of the carriage. Sitting in the carriage, Aigron, with the help of the cold light, remembers the street outside with his heart.

"I'm sleepy, wake me up when you get there." At this moment, Princess Sophie yawned, and then ordered Aigron, "Sit down and don't move."

Then, she lowered her neck, leaned on the young man's shoulder, and soon fell asleep.

With her movements, her hair also poured down, swaying gently on the young man's chest, and also touched the young man's heartstrings.

Eggron sat perfectly still at her command, the last time he remembered he had asked her to do so.

And this time, without waiting for him to say anything, Her Highness the Princess did it again very naturally.

He withdrew his gaze and looked at her peaceful sleeping face.

Maybe everything is not so difficult. he thought.

The carriage galloped towards the palace in the outer suburbs, bringing the young man back from his dream to reality.

After returning to Schönbrunn Palace, with a slight disappointment, he bid farewell to Princess Sophie, returned to his residence, washed up hastily, and fell into a sleepy sleep.

When he awoke in the morning, his guardian, Count Dietrichstein, was looking for him. .

"Good morning, sir." Eggron greeted the other party immediately regardless of the tiredness of getting up early.

"Good morning, Your Highness." The earl saluted meticulously, and then cut straight to the point, "I have a piece of news for you."

Seeing the Earl's serious expression, Aigron couldn't help feeling ominous.

However, he maintained his composure and nodded.

"Please tell me."

"Your performance at Grand Duke Karl's birthday banquet has aroused the curiosity and doubts of many people. In the past two days, people have been asking me for information, including Austrians and foreigners." The earl replied in a low voice. "Of course, the French are the most nervous. The people in the embassy are desperately trying to figure out how the court plans to arrange you."

"The royal family of Bourbon has no reason to be afraid of me?" Eggron replied coldly, "After all, I don't have a single soldier in my hand."

"When your father landed in France from the island of Elba, he also didn't have a single soldier in his hands." The earl pointed out calmly, "It's enough for them to have nightmares if this surname shines again on the European stage."

"Then I should thank them, thanks to them looking up to me." Aigron sneered.

"If France is now prosperous and prosperous, they would not have to worry so much, but the current king is unpopular, and the French complain to their king. That's why they are getting more nervous." The count explained in a low voice, "Only the powerless will be afraid. "

"So,

What should I do? " Aegron asked back.

"You don't have to do extra things. The Prime Minister will handle the reactions of foreigners. You just need to act according to the previous instructions." The earl shook his head, "However, in my personal opinion, no matter what happens next How about it, you'd better not appear too high-profile, so as not to stimulate their fragile nerves and affect your personal future instead."

Eggron blinked and looked at the count suspiciously.

It stands to reason that although his status is sensitive and special, it is impossible for him to have such great energy. Why did the Earl ask himself so solemnly?

"I will, sir." He nodded with doubts, "Don't worry, it's not difficult for me to keep a low profile. I have been doing this for more than ten years. However, I hope you can explain to me , what are you nervous about?"

"In your current situation, you'd better not get involved in the internal affairs of the French, let alone be easily used by them." The earl lowered his voice, "The less you pay attention to them, the better , you are now an Austrian, and your future is also in Austria, whether it is Bourbon or Orleans, they are just guys far away in the sky for you, and it is really not worth the risk for you."

"Me, involved in the internal affairs of France?" Aigron was a little startled. "I don't have the ability to—"

When he said this just now, he remembered.

Not long ago, Genz, Metternich's deputy, brought a person to the court to ask him to see him. The person claimed to be Mr. Gordon, the counselor of the Duke of Orleans.

The two talked for a while. Gordon proposed that if the Orleans family seized the throne one day in the future, he would give himself a large sum of money in exchange for acknowledging the rule of the Orleans family and voluntarily giving up the coveted throne. Aigron categorically rejected this request , the last two people broke up unhappy.

He thought it was just a random accident in his life, but he didn't expect that the aftermath would not subside until now.

"Is it about Gordon?" Aigron finally realized, "What happened?"

The count hesitated for a moment, then gave Eggron a strange look.

"Then can you tell me what you and Gordon talked about?"

Now it was Aegron's turn to hesitate.

He thought about it for a while, and finally decided to tell the truth. Anyway, Gordon had already broken up with him, and there was no reason to keep it secret.

So, he told the earl about the negotiation between himself and Mr. Gordon at that time.

The count had been listening quietly, but his expression suddenly became a little strange. "Your Highness, is that all? There is no secret agreement?"

"Secret agreement? How is it possible..." Eggron laughed dumbly, and then suddenly understood.

"So, the outside world thinks that I and the Orleans family are joining forces to create a conspiracy?"

He finally understood why the French embassy was so nervous.

They spied on Gordon's whereabouts, and then thought that they had reached some secret agreement with Gordon to discuss a huge conspiracy against the Bourbon royal family (in fact, if the two people negotiated, it might really be the case).

Coupled with the fact that the Austrian court suddenly intends to marry itself with Princess Teresa, it is obvious that it is going to be promoted, which aggravates the doubts of the French government.

People at the pinnacle of power are more or less suspicious. In addition, the current political situation in France is unstable, so no matter how ridiculous the rumors are, the King of France will probably believe them to some extent.

So, what should we do?

It is useless to refute rumors. Of course, the Orleans family would not say much to defend themselves in this matter.

And even the earl, who had stayed by his side for so many years, was a little skeptical, which showed that other people would not believe his innocence even more.

So just don't explain it.

"Sir, believe it or not, all the contact I had with the Orleans family was only that one time, and that was the end." Aigron replied calmly and coldly, "I don't expect them to believe me, and I don't bother What to explain to the royal family of Bourbon. In addition, when Mr. Gordon visited me, I didn't know it beforehand. I was as surprised as you at the time, so I can't talk about any secret agreement with him--on this , Your Excellency Metternich should know better than me."

"However, Lord Metternich did not give any explanation to the French government, but instead fooled them with a completely noncommittal attitude. Therefore, Your Excellency is playing a conspiracy and using you as a cover." The count finally understood. "Maybe the Orleans family is deliberately spreading the news of your support for them... That's why France knows so quickly."

Although there was no basis for what the earl said, Egron easily believed his inferences—because his inferences were very consistent with reality and common sense.

"Yes, that must be the case. They use me as a signboard, but I have no way to tell the outside world my true will." Aigron frowned, trying to hide his anger.

"Your Highness, please relax. Now that the matter has already happened, it is meaningless to dwell on it. No matter how angry you are, you will not be able to solve the problem." The earl comforted Aigron in a low voice, "Anyway, no matter what conspiracy they are playing , after all, it's just their business, as long as you don't get involved, everything will have nothing to do with you in the end, and you can live your own happy life."

Oh, the reason why I have planned so many things, and the reason why I am prepared to pay so much price, is to prevent "everything has nothing to do with me"! The young man said in his heart.

"On the bright side, since they can play tricks, it means that the French still take me seriously, at least a large group of French people still take me seriously." Aigron looked at the count blankly, "So I still have the value of using it, so that no one cares about it, right?"

"If you think so, you can." The count smiled wryly, "In short, Your Highness, according to the information I have received, the dynastic government in Paris has strictly ordered the French ambassador to find out what you are planning to do. If you are willing, I think I can tell them your true heart—to save you some unnecessary trouble."

Aigron was surprised immediately, he raised his head and looked at the count in astonishment.

"Why are you doing this? Surely this is not Metternich's intention?"

"I am not Metternich's pawn, but your guardian." The count shook his head. "As long as Austria's interests are not violated, I can act in the latter capacity, at least I think so. This is probably my last help before I bid you farewell."