Her Highness the Princess's words, although her voice was very soft, still gave Aiglon enough encouragement. He suddenly hugged her into his arms, then closed his eyes slightly, enjoying the beautiful touch at this moment.
The thunderous applause from the audience seemed to be a gift to them, celebrating their warm moment.
This was not the first time he hugged Sophie, nor would it be the last. In fact, he deliberately made such a request again just to make her get used to it.
He knew that he always had the shadow of a little boy in Sophie's mind, but as long as he kept asking and hugging her so forcefully, she would eventually get used to him being on the stronger side and look at each other with normal eyes.
Aiglon opened his eyes and looked at the profile of Her Royal Highness the Princess. Although she tried hard to tighten her face, the slightly squinted eyes and the joy rippling in her eyes completely exposed what she was really feeling at the moment.
think.
She is not helplessly catering to the young man's willful demands out of doting, but is truly enjoying the time that belongs to two people.
After the two hugged each other for a while, Aigron reluctantly let go of his arms.
Sophie's face turned slightly red. She lowered her gaze and straightened her messed up skirt. Her nervous and slightly shy expression made his heart skip a beat again.
Yes, although she has given too many concessions, it is not enough. He is not satisfied and cannot be satisfied.
Besides, is she satisfied?
"Okay, it's getting late, Aiglon, we should go back." Sophie turned her face away, avoiding the young man's aggressive gaze, and tried hard to return her expression to normal. "I'll take you earlier next time.
Come here, let’s watch the rehearsal, otherwise I won’t be able to rest assured.”
This was of great benefit to Aigron, so he hurriedly agreed. "Then I'll bother you."
So, as usual, the two of them walked out of the box together, walked out of the theater under the leadership of Captain Foresty, and returned to the carriage.
As the carriage slowly started to move in the night, they set foot on the road back again.
However, what was different from usual was that as soon as he got in the car, Aigron, who was sitting next to Sophie, took the initiative to get closer, and then stretched out his hand to hold the princess's hand.
Sophie, who was deep in thought, was startled and subconsciously tried to withdraw her hand, but failed. In her anxiety, she couldn't help scolding the young man for his bold move.
"We are no longer in the box, Aigron, please be careful where you behave!"
"So you are only willing to get close to me when you are performing Sophia Memmingen?" Aigron showed no weakness, looked at Princess Sophie and asked, "You are only willing to play games when you feel like it?"
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"No... of course I didn't mean that." Princess Sophie quickly denied it in panic, "I just said, don't be too impulsive and cause trouble for yourself."
"I'm not afraid of trouble." Aigron replied stubbornly, "Besides, no one here can stop us now. Don't worry, when I return to that ghost place, I will play my due role and will not give any
You are causing trouble."
"Hey..." After hearing what he said, Princess Sophie sighed, and then looked out the window with a little interest, "Sooner or later, no one will be able to control us..."
After whispering these words, she acquiesced to the young man's offensive behavior. The two of them held each other's hands and walked the rest of the distance until they got off the carriage.
"Good night, Aiglon." After getting off the bus, Princess Sophie reluctantly waved to the young man before leaving.
So, isn't she very happy? Looking at her leaving back, the young man thought.
He has already explored the answer he wants, so he believes that the day when he will finally achieve his goal is not far away after all.
With a feeling of satisfaction, he returned to his dormitory leisurely, and at this time, Chanel ran over and said hello to him.
"Your Highness..."
"Chanel, what's the matter?" Aigron asked quickly.
"Count Dietrichstein sent a letter today. Please take a look at it." Chanel replied in a low voice.
"Bring it to me." Aigron nodded.
Soon, he took the envelope from Chanel's hand, then opened it and took out the letter paper from inside.
The letter paper is made of very particular materials, and there is a pattern emblem on the letterhead. It seems to have been soaked in perfume, so it has a light fragrance.
"Your Highness the Duke of Lechstadt:
After taking the liberty of requesting an audience with you, I am very honored to have received your permission. I am very grateful to you for being so magnanimous and disregarding past grudges in giving me such an honorable opportunity.
Although as a member of the exiled nobles, I once suffered some disasters in your father's dynasty, those grudges are now a thing of the past. I have full respect for your father and you, and I am very happy to see you.
Although you are in Austria, you still love France so much that you are willing to sacrifice your personal interests for her.
Through my own connections, I have received approval from the Austrian government and will come to visit you the day after tomorrow. I look forward to meeting you.
I have heard more than once that you have grown into an excellent and sensible prince. Judging from your current actions, this statement is not empty talk. I believe that my trip will be worthwhile and I will see more from you.
Characteristics worthy of admiration.
Yours sincerely, Count Gabriel de Telewin, Ambassador Extraordinary and Plenipotentiary of France to Austria."
Eggron quickly scanned the letter and found that it was a letter written by the French Ambassador to Austria.
The tone of the letter was very courteous, as if he was really dealing with a prince.
Aigron was a little confused as to why the ambassador was so polite to him, but of course it was a good thing for someone to be polite and respectful to him.
Thinking of this, Aigron happily put the letter back into the envelope, and then handed it back to Chanel.
Then, he opened his mouth to give instructions.
"Chanel, the French ambassador Count Telewin will come to visit me in two days... Please help me prepare. I can't embarrass myself in front of him."
To Aiglon's expectation, when he heard this last name, Chanel's face suddenly turned pale, his hands trembled, and he almost dropped the letter on the ground.
"Lord Telewyn?"
"What's wrong?" Aigron felt a little strange when he saw her reaction.
After a moment, he seemed to have thought of something. "Have you heard of this man? His name is Gabriel."
"Oh God..." Chanel took a breath. "That's him!"
Aigron looked at Chanel quietly, waiting for her explanation - but in fact, he had already guessed it.
Under his gaze, Chanel gradually regained his composure, "Your Highness... In order to cleanse the empire's supporters, the Restoration Dynasty sent a large number of special prosecutors to patrol various places. The prosecutor responsible for cleaning up our province is called
This name...my aunt chanted this name before she died!"
Aiglon completely understands.
"In other words, he presided over or acquiesced in the massacre of your family?" He knew that this question was a bit cruel, so he deliberately lowered his voice.
In 1815, that is, eleven years ago, this exiled nobleman was entrusted by the restoration court with the important task of going to a southern province to clean up the rebels; eleven years later, he had been appointed as the French Ambassador to Austria. From this perspective,
, it can be regarded as a meteoric rise.
Aigron looked at Chanel again, and he found that she now had her head lowered, her eyebrows were knitted, her breathing was rapid, her eyes were flashing with fierceness, and hatred was overflowing from almost every inch of her body.
Indeed, this is the hatred of the family that has wiped out the whole family.
"Although we do not rule out the slight possibility of the same name, it is basically certain that this ambassador is your enemy?" After a long silence, Aigron asked.
"Your Highness, if confirmed, will you...will you help me take revenge?" Chanel raised her head and looked at him, and then asked hopefully.
Aiglon sighed.
"If it were now, I wouldn't. Instead of hating him, I would be polite and courteous and not let him feel any hatred, because only in this way is it good for me and good for us." He
Answered calmly, "But I can promise you that if there is a day when we really have a counterattack, your enemies will not be able to survive wherever they go - this is my most basic moral obligation to my followers. Chanel, I know the requirements."
It's a bit difficult for you to understand me on this matter, but please understand me."
The corner of Chanel's mouth twitched slightly, and she nodded painfully.
"I know, I know it should be like this... Your Highness, you are right."
"Thank you for your consideration." Aigron breathed a sigh of relief, "Well, since this is the case, I won't force you to show up. I will just receive him myself when the time comes. You can avoid it."
"No, Your Highness... I beg you to let me be present!" Chanel became anxious upon hearing this, and quickly asked Aiglon, "I... I have only known this name all this time, so even if I am full of hatred, I don't know what to do.
Who is venting... Now I finally have a chance. I want to remember his face and engrave him in my heart. Please grant me your permission!"
Aigron hesitated.
Chanel's loyalty is of course unquestionable, but if she gets too excited and reveals her hatred when she receives the ambassador, it will be very troublesome and very detrimental to herself.
However, if he forcibly refuses now, even if Chanel obeys, she will definitely be heartbroken.
So, should we believe her?
"Your Highness, I will do my best to restrain myself." Chanel seemed to have guessed Aigron's dilemma, so he replied with a wry smile, "I won't cause you any trouble."
Okay, Chanel, I'll believe you once, you deserve a chance. Aiglon made up his mind.
"Don't speak when the time comes, just stand aside quietly, and don't do unnecessary things without my instructions." He looked at the maid and calmly ordered her, "Chanel, I won't tell you anything beautiful.
My lies have deceived you. I just want to tell you that since you have placed all your hopes on me, you must obey my orders. No matter how difficult it is, you must do it. I will handle the rest. Do you understand?
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"Yes, Your Highness." Chanel agreed immediately.
However, she cried, and then wiped her tears with her sleeves regardless of her manners, "But please let me cry now? I won't cry by then."
Aigron understood her mood, so he stood up and handed his handkerchief to the other party gently, "It's okay, you can cry as much as you want today."
"Wow..." Chanel took the handkerchief and cried out.
"Don't worry, everything will pass." Aigron comforted her and stroked her blond hair. "The patience you have today is definitely not worthless, I promise you."
Under his comfort, the girl's sobs finally subsided, and then she rested her head on his shoulder, closed her eyes slightly, and murmured to herself.
"Yes, Your Highness. As long as you are here, everything is hopeful..."