As the Count said, not long after, Egron received the news that Marshal Marmont came to Schönbrunn Palace to pay homage.

Compared with the French ambassador Taylor Wing, the court's reception of Marshal Marmont this time was much more formal - after all, although he temporarily lost power and was about to go to the distant St. Petersburg to serve as an ambassador, his qualifications, prestige, and connections were still there, and he could continue to be active on the stage as a politician, and he was by no means comparable to an ordinary ambassador.

His Majesty the Emperor personally met with the delegation led by Marshal Marmon in his meeting hall.

Aegron did not have the chance to attend this meeting, and he didn't know what Marshal Marmon had talked with His Majesty the Emperor, but he knew that he would also play a role in this ceremony.

On the afternoon of that day, the palace servants led a group of men in military uniforms to Egron's residence.

Then the marshal strutted into Duke Lechsteet's room, and the others were left outside, waiting on the sofa.

This is how the two met.

When Marshal Marmont walked into the room, Egron stood up from his seat and looked at the marshal.

Although he is over 50 years old, Marshal Marmont's body is still quite tough, with strong steps and bright eyes. He has a short brown hair, a high and straight nose, and looks handsome.

As Egron looked at him, he also raised his head high and looked at Egron silently, then looked ahead without looking sideways, deliberately emphasizing the pride and dignity of a marshal in this way.

This posture looks strong, but it vaguely seems to be lacking in confidence. Maybe he was a little guilty when facing Napoleon's son.

"Good afternoon, Duke of Ragusa." Aegron took the initiative to reach out to the other party, and said in French, "I feel very honored to see you."

"Good afternoon, Your Highness." Marshal Marmon nodded to the young man, with a respectful attitude but not without reservation. "I am so glad that you can grow into such an excellent young man."

"You have been too much and I have nothing to do. How can I be called excellent?" Aegron replied with a smile. "I still have many places to listen to the teachings of my predecessors. I hope that if I have the opportunity, I will be able to get your guidance in the future."

"If you have the chance, I'm happy to help you." Marshal Marmont also laughed.

After the initial greetings, both of them sat down.

Then, Marshal Marmont took out a letter from his pocket and handed it to the young man in front of him.

"His Majesty the King has a letter that I want to hand over to you by myself," he explained in a low voice. "His Majesty is very happy that you have recognized the real environment of France and have made a decision that is beneficial to the French people and yourself. He hopes that you can have a bright future in Austria, and maybe one day the Bourbons and Bonaparte families will achieve a truly historic reconciliation."

"I also believe that we will achieve historic reconciliation, Mr. Marshal." Aegron took the letter calmly, then put it aside, and looked at Marshal Marmon again. "Duke Ragusa, I am very happy to see a French marshal coming to see me-this is definitely an extraordinary guest of mine."

"I am not necessarily so unusual than Grand Duke Carl, Your Highness." Marshal Marmont replied. "He is the real expert, both a theoretical and a practical one, and I admire him. If you are interested in military affairs, you can ask him for more advice. I believe he is very happy to give you guidance."

This reply made Egron laugh without saying a word.

He couldn't help but wonder in his heart whether he was slowly being valued because European countries began to reevaluate themselves as "the son-in-law of Grand Duke Carl".

In any case, although King Charles X obviously had the intention of humiliating himself, his etiquette was already very sufficient on the surface, so Egron had difficulty in having an attack for a while, so he could only deal with Marshal Marmont first.

"To be honest, I am still a little curious until now. What advice do you have if you want to come and see me?" Aegron decided to figure out the situation first. "Marson Marshal, do you have any expectations for me?"

"If you want to give advice, you have some expectations." Marshal Marmont leaned forward slightly and stared at the young man opposite him. "Your Highness, everyone says you plan to live as a vassal of the Habsburg family, but I don't believe it."

Aegron was not disturbed by such a simple temptation and remained calm.

"Will it be your freedom to believe it or not? What would I say work?" he asked back.

"Before I left Paris, Talleyran mentioned you to me, and he said that you have great ambitions and will make a career." Marshal Marmont retracted his sight and continued, "I don't know why he made such a judgment without meeting you, but I believe that since you have contacted him, it means that you must be unwilling to be a woman and you hope to make a career."

Talleyran...has he actually started to make noise for himself in secret?

Or people like Marmon?

Aegron was suddenly at a loss, not knowing whether to be happy or afraid.

If Marmont told the Austrian emperor that he had a different ambition, God knew what consequences would occur.

"Don't worry, Your Highness, what's wrong with a young man being a little ambitious?" Marshal Marmont seemed to see what he was thinking, "Don't worry, I have not said bad things about you to His Majesty the Emperor - it can even be said that he would be happy to see you contribute your talents to Austria, of course, only to Austria."

Fortunately, it was not the worst result...Egron finally calmed down a little.

"So do you have anything to give me some advice?" He changed the subject.

"I came to see you, mainly because I wanted to see what Napoleon's son looked like, it was so simple." The marshal's expression suddenly became a little remembrance and sigh, "I really didn't expect that the once glorious empire would end like this in the end."

"You have also made some contribution when it perishes, Your Excellency." Aegron suddenly interrupted.

His words immediately brought the stinging sensation of the marshal.

"No matter how you look at me, I don't care. I just act according to my own conscience."

Then, he looked at the young man again, "As the best wish for you, I hope that while you are successful, you can restrain your ambitions and not repeat your father's mistakes, Your Highness."

"What are you referring to?" Aegron asked back.

"I want to defend you, or to history." Marshal Marmont suddenly stood up, "Your Highness, although you are receiving me with a smile on your face, I can see the disgust hidden in your heart. Yes, the world also sees me like this... I can bear this malice, but I do not allow someone to forcibly bear the responsibilities I should not have assumed when my life is declining."

"Are you trying to say that it is not your responsibility to lead the army to surrender?" Aegron asked in confusion.

"No, then I admit my responsibility." The marshal nodded dejectedly, "But before that? Who forced us to surrender, and who threw away the empire? Is this the responsibility I can take? The real person responsible is himself, right?"

"I don't quite understand what you mean." Aegron frowned.

"He defeated the Anti-French Alliance, but the Anti-French Alliance was also caused by himself. He dragged us to the endless war with his infinite ambitions, and finally he had to let everyone unite to destroy him. Otherwise, what else would be the result?" Marshal Marmon's mood became excited. "You received education, so please give me an objective evaluation. Later, was it that countries wanted to destroy France, or did his endless greed lead to self-destruction? We are born and die, why did everyone abandon him?"

"Isn't it just to keep my glory and wealth?" Aegron also felt angry, so he said nothing mercilessly.

"You are wrong!" Marshal Marmont responded loudly to Egron, "We just don't want to bleed the Bonaparte family anymore!"

Before Aegron could ask again, the Marshal Taotao continued to speak.

"Napoleon took France with one sword and one shot, and beat all European countries to their utmost fear. Even if he became an emperor, everyone could find some reason to convince him. But why should his brothers? What qualifications are there for strange guys like Joseph, Louis, and Jerome to wear the crown? They have neither blood nor have they led their troops to expand their territory. They became kings only because they had the same mother as Napoleon!"

Marshal Marmont's face turned red when he said excitedly, "Is it reasonable for him to rely on the lives of young French people to turn Europe into his own private property? What reason does the French have to bleed for Joseph, and what reason does the Spanish have to take Bonaparte as their master? They resisted in groups, and in the end, Napoleon wanted to fill the pit he dug by himself! Other countries were also frightened by this fanaticism. They had been forced to the corner and could only resist desperately - as a result, the war was incessant, and he was going to squander the lives of the French! How many lives had he squandered?"

Marshal Marmont frowned, obviously remembering the bloody scenes in his memory. "Just for his fantasy, hundreds of thousands of more people died in Europe! Haven't these hundreds of thousands of unjust souls been precious lives? Haven't they ever had their own bright future? Just because of your father, their lives withered when they were most energetic. Shouldn't Napoleon be responsible for this? I'm blunt, at that time, he can only bring the happiness of the French by stepping down earlier!"

...

Aegron listened quietly to the other person's words.

This is what he said in his heart for a long time, and it really makes sense.

Although he didn't understand why he had to say it in front of him, he couldn't retreat at this point.

"Marson Marshal, your words made me feel a little strange." Aegron also stood up and stared at the other party.

"What's strange?" Marshal Marmon asked back.

"You claimed to be his former best friend and enjoyed the glory and wealth he gave; and you told me here that he had made all kinds of mistakes and that he ended up being self-destructive," Egron said coldly, "Well, your knowledge and experience are richer than me, and I dare not say that I know Napoleon better than you. Maybe you are right, but I still have the same question - what were you doing at that time? Why did you feel at ease when you enjoy those glory and wealth, and wait until he was at the end of his journey to remember to fight for justice?"

Egron knew that if he debated with the other party about the question of "Is Napoleon wrong?" and "Would he be abandoned by the French", he would be at a disadvantage regardless of winning or losing, because Napoleon did make frequent mistakes in his later years in his reign, and eventually destroyed his empire and ended up in a distant place of death.

Since he was destined to be unable to argue, he simply bypassed the historical issues and slammed a truth - even if Napoleon made many mistakes, what qualifications do you have to say, a person who enjoyed the glory and wealth he rewarded at that time? Why didn't you correct or resist at that time?

"When Napoleon made a mistake, if you have the backbone, or if you are as worried about the country and the people as you claim, you should stand up and give advice. If he does not listen to his opinions, you can cooperate passively and live in seclusion; or you can even go to America like General Morrow, and never let yourself betray France, but what did you do? Instead, you did nothing, and instead remained silent, enjoy the wealth he gave, and turned yourself into an accomplice!"

Egronn narrowed his eyes and asked the other party in a calm tone, "When you were a marshal and a duke, you followed Napoleon and turned the country into your own amusement park with peace of mind. When the empire was about to perish, you jumped out and attacked, and at the same time blamed him for all the blame... Is this how you love France? Or, is this how you treat your benefactor?"

Aegron's series of questions left Marshal Marmon speechless for a moment.

His face turned red and white, but he couldn't say anything to refute for a while.

Indeed, these questions hit him the point of view—Napoleon's enemies could shout out any of Napoleon's crimes; but when his former subordinates shouted like this, their position was really a bit silly.

"You are right, Your Highness." He sighed and gave up arguing with Egron.

Finally, he sat down dejectedly.

"I can no longer get rid of my responsibilities."

"It's okay, we are all born guilty. Since you are the winner now, you are innocent." Aegron said in comfort and mockingly, "Marson, if you want to get hypocritical forgiveness from me, you will not get it; but don't worry, my heart is not affected by feelings, and I will not hate you rashly. If you are concerned about the name behind you, you don't have to convince me. History has its own discretion, and I can't even control me."

"If you say so, I believe you will indeed achieve something. You have this talent." Marshal Marmont regained his calmness, and then he smiled bitterly and extended his hand to Egron, "I wish you a success in Austria, Your Highness."
Chapter completed!