"My dignity does not allow me to agree to your proposal, sir, I'm sorry."
Under the warm clear sky, Aigron answered in a calm but extremely firm tone.
Mr. Finick-Gordon looked at him blankly, and the two of them just looked at each other.
There was no room for compromise - Mr. Gordon made this judgment just by looking at the other party's expression and eyes.
The middle-aged man did not expect that the boy in front of him was still so young and already had such a decisive willpower and the confidence to believe that he was right.
Although he is much softer and more handsome than his father, his eyes can't help but remind people of that man.
Is this the fate that France cannot escape? There will always be these confusing monsters to make her go through life and death!
He couldn't help but let out a sigh.
"This poor nation...whatever she did wrong, God always makes her doomed!"
Finick Gordon, as a person who has never left the French political scene since his youth, has witnessed almost every major event that has happened in France over the past thirty years.
When he was young, he was influenced by the Enlightenment and firmly supported the revolution. During the climax of the revolution, he participated in republican activities.
But with the bloody killings of the Revolution and the leaders of various factions in the National Assembly fighting each other again and again, he began to doubt everything he believed in before, and then changed from a republican to a supporter of a constitutional monarchy.
Although he became active in politics during the imperial era and was cordially received by His Majesty the Emperor because of his outstanding abilities. He also admired Emperor Napoleon very much, but in his heart he was very disgusted with the empire's militarism and believed that the war that lasted for many years should end as soon as possible.
The destruction of the empire just confirmed his judgment.
From then on, he firmly believed that France could no longer follow the old path of supremacy of royal power and squandering by princes and nobles; but he also believed that radical revolution, as well as the greedy expansion and militaristic empire,
It will definitely not bring a future to France.
He longed to take a moderate path. Although this path was not so glorious, it could still put an end to the bloody counterattacks, bring peace and stability to people, and heal the trauma of the nation.
It was for this purpose that he no longer loyal to the restored Bourbon family, but chose to join the camp of the Duke of Orleans.
It is true that the Orleans family has many stains. They have gone back on their word many times and betrayed both the royal family and the revolution. Most nobles will never forget the vote of the previous generation of dukes in favor of Louis XVI's death sentence, and most republicans will also.
We will never forget that they made the most of the situation while fleeing from France at the critical moment of the nation——
However, he believed that the Duke of Orleans himself was the most suitable candidate to lead France to a moderate path.
He is a branch of the French royal family and one of the highest-ranking nobles. However, his living habits are very civilian and his daily life is simple. He does not like luxurious ostentation. He is approachable and approachable. He does not like to be exaggerated and show off. He has never even lingered among flowers. He is very
Loyal to his family. He does not have the arrogance and extravagance of the royal family, the bloodthirsty madness of the revolutionaries, and does not have Napoleon's grandiose triumph. If he ascends the throne of France, France will usher in an extremely rare era of peace.
Peace! That was all he thought France needed.
[Historically, after the Duke of Orleans successfully usurped the throne in 1830, he once spoke in parliament and said bluntly, "We are taking a moderate line."]
In order to achieve this goal, he threw himself into the service of the Duke of Orleans. He devoted himself to making suggestions and running around trying to expand his prestige and influence, and sought the favor and acquiescence of the European powers. He made many achievements in this regard.
Few achievements - even if he is not a person who likes to take credit and be arrogant, he can't help but be complacent about it sometimes.
This time he was assigned by the Duke to come to the capital of Austria to perform a mission. The mission itself was successfully completed, but before going back, he suddenly had an idea - if he could convince the leaders of the Bonapartists, the people who were left at Schönbrunn Palace would
Wouldn't it be more worthwhile for Napoleon's successor to accept national reconciliation and give up his identity as a pretender to the throne, and even persuade him to support the Orleans family?
If he succeeds, this will not only be a great contribution to the Duke of Orleans, but also an indelible contribution to the prosperity and peace of this nation.
However, after just a few words, he knew that he had failed completely and was a complete failure. His idea did not receive any response from the young man. Those carefully thought out negotiation conditions, the other party did not even bother to bargain, and it could only be reduced to ridiculous wishful thinking.
What else can be said? What else can be done?
He lowered his head.
"I beg you to reconsider my proposal, Your Highness." He wanted to make a last desperate effort. "Will it do you any good to continue with this hopeless persistence?"
"Sir, I have made it very clear, and it will be the same if you ask me to repeat it ten times - I will not give up my rights." Aigron answered him without thinking, "Maybe you are right.
, this is destined to be just a hopeless persistence, or even rhetoric that is divorced from reality, but even so, I will not forget that I was born to rule this country, so just watch me drown in this dream!"
Therefore, there is no hope. Phoenix Gordon can only sigh.
He was annoyed, frustrated, depressed, and even painful. These negative emotions lingered in his mind, and finally turned into anger, a powerless heartache.
"What does it mean to be destined to rule? Have you forgotten that your ancestors were just islanders on a small island? A few decades ago, the Bonaparte family was not even French! Didn't your father take advantage of the revolution to destroy this country?
At the right time, he launched a coup and stole this country? What qualifications does he have to pass France to you as a private property?" Angry and sad, he was no longer as polite as before, "Could it be that...could it be that the Bonaparte family just refused to do so?
Spare this poor country? She has shed enough blood!"
"You are right about this, I don't deny it, but is this only the responsibility of the Bonaparte family? You think too highly of us." Aigron was not angry, but sneered, "Yes,
The Bonaparte family was just a group of people a few decades ago. They only became French thanks to the grace of His Majesty Louis XV. However, the Bonaparte family has no crystal ball and no magic. It cannot hypnotize 30 million people and make them
Didn’t the French choose to dedicate the throne to themselves on their knees? The war started during the Republic era, and the guillotine was also carried forward by the Revolutionary Party. Who can blame Bonaparte?”
As he spoke, the smile on his face deepened, "So, it is the French who choose to bleed, and then worship the person who can best lead them to bleed as the supreme. If the French like to bleed, then you can blame Bo
What about the Naba family? Everything is their own choice. We must respect the nation's choice. You are self-righteously guiding a nation, aren't you? Sir."
"You...you..." Aigron's words left Mr. Gordon speechless for a moment.
"Did I say something wrong? I am now living in seclusion in Austria. I don't have any soldiers or a few coins. If the French abandon me on their own initiative, then I won't be able to cause any more trouble, nor will I.
I may cause trouble to anyone, even if I say that I am the son of God, it will only be regarded as a joke, and there is no need for you to be afraid of me or to win over me." Aigron continued speaking unhurriedly.
"As you can see, all I can rely on is the choice of the French people. If the French people want to choose Bonaparte and regain the glory they once dreamed of, how can you block the nation's choice?
I suggest you stop making unnecessary efforts to convince me and just wait quietly for God's judgment. Maybe God has destined me to be abandoned by France and die as an unknown pawn. Then you can save the Duke of Orleans.
Isn’t it ideal to spend six million a year?”
What a callous declaration! Mr. Gordon couldn't help but gasp.
In the National Assembly, he had seen too many more ruthless words, but he never thought that he would hear such contempt for a nation and such irresponsibility from a teenager.
declaration.
His eloquence is excellent, and what he says is difficult to refute, but the more he does it, the more he can feel his indifference towards the French, just like Napoleon often did.
He is indeed the heir and has not changed at all.
The more handsome the smile of the young man opposite is, the more ferocious and terrifying he looks at this moment.
It's time to end.
"Okay, I understand what you mean, Your Highness." He bowed again, ending the conversation between the two of them, "I'm very grateful that you took the time to receive me. Although our opinions are completely different, but
I'm afraid it's also a good thing to exchange opinions with each other."
"I'm glad to see you too, sir." Aigron replied with a smile. "It's always nice to see people who are different from the usual ones."
The two of them were speechless and said goodbye silently.
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When Aigron returned to his original position, Finick Gordon had already left with Mr. Gentz.
He continued to take Chanel with him and resumed the interrupted walk.
"Your Highness, what did that guy just say to you? You look unhappy..." Chanel mustered up the courage to ask.
"Ah, he asked me to give up the imperial throne and be loyal to the French government. For this, he could pay me a large sum of money." Aiglon replied casually.
Chanel's expression was suddenly filled with horror and horror. She opened her eyes wide and looked at Aigron in astonishment.
"Your Highness, you...you won't agree, will you?"
"No, I didn't." Aiglon shook his head, "I told him that I would rather be trapped and die for the rest of my life than bend the knee to the traitors."
"Great!" Chanel breathed a sigh of relief and patted her chest happily, "I knew you would never give up, Your Highness..."
"So you see, if the French themselves are willing to bleed, who can blame us?" Aigron shrugged, and then muttered quietly, "If I don't comply, they are not happy."
"Your Highness, what are you talking about?" Chanel didn't hear clearly, so he asked again.
"It's nothing, Chanel, thank you." Aigron smiled and looked at her again, "Without your encouragement, I wouldn't have gotten better so quickly."
"This is just what I should do." Chanel blushed slightly and lowered her gaze.