Just as Princess Sophie was watching the boy and the girl dancing on the dance floor, Austrian Empire Prime Minister Metternich also looked at the scenes in front of her with great enthusiasm.

The Prime Minister was completely opposite to Princess Sophie. Now the Prime Minister was in a better mood. He was particularly satisfied to see the plan he promoted was being implemented steadily.

At his level, at this age, it is difficult for a beauties of gold, silver, jewelry or wine to touch this already withered heart. Only the desire for power can make his body feel energized again.

The government he was in charge, the envoys of European countries, and even members of the royal family acted in the track he set like chess pieces on a chessboard. The beauty of this feeling was enough to surpass any entertainment in the world, and it was enough to drive him to work for decades and never feel tired.

Napoleon's son and Grand Duke Carl's daughter, they danced together, what exquisite chess pieces they were!

Just as Prime Minister Metternich was enjoying the dance leisurely, he found a middle-aged man in a black tuxedo walking towards him, and he quickly recognized him, Earl Litwinsky, ambassador of the Russian Empire.

This tall, brown beard, and has a tough personality. At this time, he looked even 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 like you are planning something very dangerous." Earl Litwinsky went straight to the point. "If I read it right, are you going to match Napoleon's son and Princess Teresa?"

"I want to give you a special correction. He is not only the son of Napoleon, but also the grandson of His Majesty the Emperor of our country. He is a recognized member of the royal family - Duke Lechstett." Prime Minister Metternich replied slowly, "It is precisely out of his concern for his grandson that he hopes to find a marriage that is not humiliating for His Highness as soon as possible. Isn't this very reasonable thing?"

The ambassador grinned and smiled slightly mockingly.

"I really don't know that His Majesty the Emperor loves this highness so much! Your Excellency, on behalf of the Empire, I will ask you for an explanation - what are you planning to do to him?"

This guy was indeed anxious... the old man sneered in his heart.

"I understand, please pay attention to your attitude. The dignity of His Majesty the Emperor cannot be violated, Mr. Ambassador." Prime Minister Metternich looked at the other party coldly, "In addition, the lives of our royal family members do not need to be reported to any foreign government."

Earl Litwinsky was slightly embarrassed by the Prime Minister's response.

"I'm sorry, you, I'm wronged." He apologized first, but refused to give up his purpose. "But I think this is not just an internal affairs of your royal family, but a serious diplomatic incident. How do you plan to deal with Napoleon's son should be a matter discussed by all countries that have been harmed by Napoleon! Don't forget how much the Russian Empire paid to defeat that devil back then. Our country and our nation do not allow you to joke about this."

The ambassador's attitude was very tough and obviously did not intend to make any concessions on this critical issue.

"You don't have to worry about this. Our country was also deeply harmed at that time, and we will never ignore this issue." Prime Minister Metternich smiled sly, "My country was once the main force in the fight against Napoleon. In order to eliminate him, he sacrificed too much manpower and material resources. Of course, he is not happy to repeat this nightmare."

Austria is almost the same as the country with the largest number of troops annihilated by Napoleon. "The main force of anti-French" is your turn? The ambassador secretly mocked him in his heart. Of course, due to diplomatic dignity, he certainly cannot express this sentence explicitly.

However, after hearing the Prime Minister's words, his originally nervous mentality suddenly relaxed a lot. "Then can you tell me, what does today's arrangement mean?"

"I have already said that as His Highness approaches adulthood, his marriage really needs to be put on the discussion agenda. Because of his special identity, there are actually very few suitable partners. Finally, after discussion between His Majesty the Emperor and his mother, he finally decided to use His Highness Teresa as the main alternative. After some consideration, the Grand Duke did not particularly object to this." Metternich took all his responsibilities, "The next thing is the scene you saw. To be honest, I was a little surprised at first."

"In other words, this is just to prepare for the marriage, and it does not mean that your country has any other plans to take action?" The ambassador was skeptical.

"You can think so." Metternich nodded.

"What is your attitude towards this?" the ambassador still asked unwillingly.

"You ask me?" Metternier smiled slightly. "As a servant, how can I have any opinions on what the royal family did? And, in my opinion, even if this marriage really comes true, it seems that nothing is wrong. Since Duke Lechstet is close to adulthood, wouldn't it be natural to get married and have children in Austria in the future?"

"That is to say, are you going to build a Bonaparte Habsburg branch?" the ambassador asked again, staring at the Prime Minister without letting go of any subtle facial movements, "Let the Bonaparte family be an embellishment gem on the scepter of this dynasty?"

"This is not something I can decide, your Majesty can decide." Prime Minister Metternich still maintained a kind smile, "but if God really gives his will, I can only silently respect the choice of fate."

The ambassador stopped talking, and he was silent for a moment, as if chewing on the true thoughts hidden by Prime Minister Metternich under his diplomatic rhetoric.

"I'm very sorry for the delay of your time." Then, the ambassador bowed to Metternich and said, "Finally, please forgive me for my rudeness just now."

After saying that, he turned around and left.

"These Russians are really impatient and can't bear to wait and ask!" After the ambassador left, Mr. Gentz, the close assistant who had been standing next to him, finally spoke.

"They have indeed been in trouble recently, so it is normal for them to be more nervous." Prime Minister Metternich replied with a smile. "The incident last winter left their Tsar's Majesty still shocked, and he must never want to hear the name Napoleon again."

Last winter, on December 26, 1822 (December 14 of the Russian calendar), taking advantage of the death of Tsar Alexander I and the new Tsar was pending, a group of Russian officers launched a military coup in Petersburg after conspiracy, announcing the overthrow of the Tsar's government, and preparing to convene a constitutional conference and establish a provisional government.

After the initial shock and anger, the new emperor Nicholas I returned to his calmness, and then sent a large number of troops to surround the rebels in the Privy Council Square, and used cannons to force bloody suppression.

After suppressing the mutiny, the Tsar ordered the establishment of a "secret interrogation committee" to judge 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 stage of unresolved aftermath, and it is very normal for the upper and lower nerves to be tightened.

The more anxious the neighboring country is, the happier Metternich will naturally be.

"The French ambassador has just left." Mr. Gentz ​​whispered, "I think he should be busy going back to Vienna to write a report."

"I think so, they will be frightened." Prime Minister Metternich smiled sly, "Sometimes I really worry about the poor King Charles X. He will be dealing with the Orleans and the Bonaparte family at the same time. If we hadn't left Napoleon's son here, how anxious he would have been!"

"Borbon-Bonaparte-Borbon." Mr. Gentz ​​repeated several words like a mantra, "It's time to let Orleans taste it next."

"And then do Orleans Bonaparte Bourbon's revolving lantern?" Metternier couldn't help laughing, "Poor Frenchman! Others have brought the throne into the stage, but they can always turn the stage into a throne!"

"Hahahaha..." Gentz ​​couldn't help laughing for this bad joke.

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

The second dance is about to begin.

Aegron walked slowly to the center of the hall, and then Princess Theresa also walked over.

The two looked at each other.

"Your Highness, do you feel better?" Aegron asked in a low voice.

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

"Is anyone kidding you just now?" Egron couldn't help asking again.

"It's true." Princess Teresa smiled bitterly, "Think about it, with today's situation, there will always be some elders who will use me to joke, but I can't reply."

Then, she approached the young man, then looked up slightly at his face.

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

"I drank a little." Aegron nodded, "But please don't worry, this will not affect my next move."

"It seems you are not as calm as you appear." Teresa lowered her gaze slightly, "Are you still a little nervous?"

By now, there is nothing to be nervous about... Aegron thought.

Then, he keenly discovered that except for himself and Teresa, the dance partners around him seemed to have changed a lot.

But who cares about this?

The second dance was waltz, with a very light rhythm. The two of them greeted each other first and then held their hands again.

"Two Your Highnesses!"

Just as they were about to dance, a court servant walked up to them and saluted them respectfully. "Your Majesty hopes that you will go to him before you dance this dance."

Aegron was a little confused, but naturally followed this will.

So he followed Princess Theresa shoulder to shoulder to shoulder to the imperial seat in the center of the hall, paying tribute to His Majesty the supreme empire.

"Very pretty." His Majesty the Emperor looked at the boy and girl under the steps, then looked at the queen next to him, and made a brief and simple comment, "All are beautiful, right?"

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

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

"Your Majesty? What are you asking?" Theresa's face was full of confusion.

"Franz didn't embarrass you tonight, did he?" asked His Majesty the Emperor.

These seemingly simple and seemingly meaningful words made His Highness blush again. "...Your Highness is very powerful. I just worry that it will delay his time tonight because of my own affairs."

"It's okay, I don't think he can ask for anything." His Majesty smiled and waved his hand, signaling them to go back. "Okay, don't disturb your young people's entertainment, go on. I hope you will be happy enough tonight."
Chapter completed!