Accompanied by Genz, Mr. Finick-Gordon sat in a carriage and embarked on his way back to the city of Vienna.
Along the way, his expression was solemn, and he no longer had the excitement and anticipation he had when he came here before. And this change in emotion certainly did not escape Mr. Genz's experienced eyes.
"It seems like this was a very unsuccessful visit?" He whispered to Gordon in the midst of the speeding carriage.
To be honest, he was really curious as to what mood the special envoy of the Duke of Orleans was in when he met Napoleon's heir, and what topics he would discuss.
"It was indeed quite unsuccessful." Mr. Gordon smiled sadly, "This makes me worried."
"What are you worried about?" Gentz asked immediately.
"For us and for you." Mr. Gordon replied in a muffled voice. "I can already be convinced that Duke Lechstadt has not given up everything he has lost. He still firmly believes that he is qualified to dominate France."
Although he deliberately controlled his expression, Mr. Genz's eyebrows still twitched slightly.
"This is not a secret to us. Your Highness is in his prime of life, and it is normal to have some grand dreams." He did not reveal his true thoughts, but answered vaguely. "A person is in his youth.
There will always be some delusions..."
"If his ambition is destined to be just a delusion, then this is a good thing for all of us, but... I am afraid that because of the selfishness and mutual hatred of various countries, everything will become unmanageable in the end." Fenick.
-Gordon shook his head, "Don't forget, it wasn't until 1813 that all European countries truly united to march against Napoleon, and finally subdued this terrible great man..."
Mr. Genz suddenly fell silent.
"I know what you Austrians think. You want to hold this card in your hands and use it to scare everyone, especially us French, and take the opportunity to gain concessions. But in the end, this sophisticated diplomatic method will eventually end
It may bring endless trouble to everyone, including yourselves." Mr. Gordon shook his head slightly, appearing to be disinterested.
"Perhaps this will not happen in the hands of our generation, but we are destined not to survive this young man. When our generation is dead, the witnesses of the Napoleonic era will have withered away, and there will be no one at that time.
Remembering the cruelty of rivers of blood, the children only remember glory and glory. They are tired of peace, regard compromise as surrender, and regard patience as perseverance. At that time, he will have plenty of opportunities to display those demagogic fantasies!"
Seeing that he was a little excited, Mr. Genz smiled reluctantly. "I didn't expect you to be so disgusted with the Bonaparte family."
"No, I'm not disgusted at all. Even today, I still admire the emperor. He used his supreme genius to bring the entire nation to glory, and then destroyed it with his own unlimited fantasies. I am not qualified to evaluate it.
He can only look up." Mr. Gordon replied with a wry smile, "It's just that our poor country can no longer bear the fantasy of another Napoleon."
"In your opinion, does this young man really have this ability?" Mr. Genz's expression became serious. "Becoming a new Napoleon cannot be achieved by blood."
"At least mentally, he has this ability. There are not many people who can argue with me until I have nothing to say at such a young age." Mr. Gordon smiled bitterly, "I don't know if he has this ability in the military.
, If not, wouldn't it be more terrifying? Paris was occupied twice by foreigners under Napoleon, and I don't want to see it a third time..."
Seeing that Gordon was so afraid of Duke Lechstadt, Genz narrowed his eyes slightly and seemed thoughtful.
"You Austrians, especially Mr. Metternich, like to play with intrigues, but I implore you not to play with fire on this issue, or you may be burned by the fire." Mr. Gordon emphasized again, "Make sure he doesn't
It is in the interest of all of us to ascend the throne again."
"This... I can tell you the truth." After hesitating for a moment, Mr. Gentz finally decided to tell the truth to the other party, "The Prime Minister does not intend to let him inherit any inch of land, nor does he intend to lift the
His control - even if Metternich and I are no longer alive in the future, our successors will never change their minds."
After hearing Genz's assurance, Finick Gordon's expression finally relaxed a lot and he breathed a sigh of relief.
Of course, Egeron had no way of knowing the secret conversation between Genz and Gordon. After the visitors left, he returned to his usual life track.
His course education is still continuing, but because of his previous injury, he does not need to take physical courses. Instead, he focuses on courses such as language, mathematics, history and philosophy.
In this unchanging, boring life, there is no lack of bright colors.
Princess Sophie would often come to see him, take him to relax, and try her best to make him happy - this is probably because of the compensatory psychology after the horse fall incident.
Today it was cloudy and the temperature was cool and comfortable. She took Aiglon to the garden to paint and sketch together.
Her Royal Highness the Princess is wearing a sapphire blue dress today. In this era, there was no synthetic dye that could dye this special blue. It could only be made by crushing lapis lazuli from Afghanistan. These expensive lapis lazuli are even more expensive than
Gold of the same quality is more expensive.
Against its backdrop, Her Royal Highness the Princess looks even more dazzling.
At this time, she was sitting on a marble bench, holding a paintbrush in her hand, frowning slightly, and staring at the distant scene intently. There was a stand in front of her with a canvas spread out on it.
Of course, the education the princess received included painting, and she also worked hard and her skills were outstanding. However, she never liked letting her paintings scatter outside. She basically destroyed them after each painting. A very small number of them were very satisfied.
, it will only be collected and occasionally taken out to enjoy for oneself.
Right now, she was waving her paintbrush with concentration, next to her oval wooden palette and a young boy standing quietly.
After a while, she breathed a sigh of relief and placed the brush on the stand. The outline of a painting already appeared on the canvas - several statues hidden among the trees.
"Aigron, I'm sorry to have kept you waiting for so long. It must be boring, right?" She smiled apologetically at the boy.
"Actually, I feel pretty good." Aigron replied, "Just watching you draw here is much better than looking at the faces of a bunch of old men."
"Are you praising me or hurting me?" Princess Sophie couldn't help laughing.
"It's a complete compliment, I can assure you." Aigron replied sincerely.
"Well, I'll accept it." Princess Sophie smiled and nodded, "I'm also very happy to see that you have recovered so smoothly recently."
Although the weather is gloomy now, Her Royal Highness the Princess is obviously in a good mood. The conversation and laughter are full of a pleasant atmosphere, and even Aigron can't help but feel a lot better.
While the two were talking and laughing, Princess Sophie suddenly changed the topic.
"Aiglon, I heard rumors that His Majesty the Emperor wants to find you a marriage partner."
After saying this, she narrowed her eyes narrowly, "Do you feel very much looking forward to it?"
Aigron was stunned for a moment, then shook his head, "I don't have any sense of expectation. For me, I'm afraid I'm not old enough to get married yet. I still have too many things to learn, and I'm not interested in considering it for the time being.
Kind of something."
Although he was surprised, he quickly figured out the purpose - the Austrian royal family probably planned to tie themselves here for a long time, and if there was an heir, wouldn't he be dispensable then?
So he subconsciously wanted to refuse.
"It's not like I want you to get married now, I'm just looking for someone..." Princess Sophie smiled and shook her head, "I think it will take about a year or two until everything is handled properly. You will be an adult by then.
It’s actually quite good…”
Before he could reply, Princess Sophie turned her head and looked at him seriously.
"Do you still remember what I told you last time? I don't know which princess can be so lucky to be by your side - I have thought about it carefully for you. If you can marry a Habu
If you become a princess of the Fort family, your situation may be greatly improved, especially if your father-in-law has a strong say in this family... It should be able to give you a lot of freedom."
"What a shabby father-in-law, I don't need that! Napoleon said that the thing he regretted most was marrying a Habsburg princess. The unlucky king who was guillotined was also harmed by the Habsburg princess...
..." Aigron curled his lips with a disapproving look on his face, "Compared to Habsburg, I would rather be by your side, the longer the better."
"I am having a serious discussion with you!" Princess Sophie blushed slightly, and then scolded angrily, "Don't always use such words as a shield. Do you think I haven't heard enough such words since I was a child?
"
"This is my sincere words." Aigron still looked at the other party without flinching. "If different people say the same words, of course the feelings will be different, right?"
Under the young man's gaze, Princess Sophie's heart beat faster for no reason.
"Don't say such stupid things, I'm already married..." In order to cover up her panic, she quickly replied, "You shouldn't talk like this."
"That's why I can't get married, right?" Aiglon took another step closer to her, "I don't need someone to cause trouble for me. Having a prince in the middle of it is already off-putting!"
"Shut up!" Princess Sophie scolded sternly, finally making the boy stop.
The two looked at each other for a while, and then she looked away.
"I can pretend I didn't hear what you just said... and don't say it again in the future, okay?"
Aigron did not answer, but turned away his eyes angrily and looked into the distance.
Seeing that he was silent, Princess Sophie suddenly felt regretful, fearing that her harsh attitude would make him sad and disappointed.
"Aigron, don't be angry... I just... just..." She kept talking, but she didn't know what to say, "I just want you to have a happy life... so let's stop arguing, okay?"
I went a little too far just now, don’t take it to heart, let’s change the topic.”
Emotions are always revealed from the most subtle details, but this small concession seems to contain too much meaning.
Scolding or pleading, which one is the true meaning?
"Then, would you like to draw a portrait of you for me?" Aiglon turned his head again and looked at Princess Sophie melancholy. "I want to treasure it forever. Can you agree to this trivial request?"
"Okay, of course." Princess Sophie nodded immediately, and then picked up the brush again. "Then you should also smile, don't frown."
Aiglon showed an elegant smile that had been strictly trained and looked at Her Royal Highness the Princess.