At dusk, Aigron followed Archduke Karl back to Schönbrunn Palace, ending the day's journey.
It can be seen that Archduke Karl intended to build his reputation in Austria, eliminate their resistance, and make the Austrians accustomed to the idea that "Napoleon's son will serve Austria in the future."
His purpose, of course, was also for Teresa - from his standpoint, he certainly hoped that if the marriage came true, the son-in-law would be able to make a career instead of hiding in the palace in obscurity.
But even so, Aigron was still very grateful to the Archduke for his help. He not only endorsed himself with his prestige and forced the veterans to pay tribute to him, but also gave him a lot of teachings.
These teachings were straightforward but full of insights. They were based on his experience. Aigron had never experienced anyone treating him like this before.
It's a pity that this is a trick of fate, otherwise it might not be bad to be his son-in-law - on the way back, he secretly thought to himself.
When Aigron returned to his residence, he found that his guardian, Count Dietrichstein, was already waiting there.
After seeing him, the count looked him over from beginning to end, seeming to be assessing his performance today.
"You look a little drunk." After a moment, he whispered.
Of course Aigron knows what he looks like now - in order to cope with the atmosphere today, he drank several times more wine than usual, and he is still blushing until now.
"Don't worry about me, I can still hold on." Aigron replied, "It's worth drinking so much today."
"It seems that you are going quite well." The Earl nodded with relief, "Archduke Karl is indeed an honest man! It is admirable."
After a pause, he added, "Now do you know why we insist on brokering this engagement for you? This is of great benefit to you. With the prestige of the Grand Duke, as long as he is willing to pave the way for you, then
It won't take long for the whole country to accept you, and then you can display your talents again."
Aiglon didn't answer, he knew what the other person said was right.
"Although Your Highness Teresa has a childish temper, she is just a little girl after all. As long as you are willing to temporarily put aside your temper and cater to her a little bit, she will surely realize that she has no better candidate than you." The Earl continued to advise.
, "In order to achieve success, it is not shameful to temporarily aggrieve yourself. Don't forget that Henry IV once repented in the snow and begged the Pope for forgiveness when he was emperor."
"Sir, don't worry, I know how to act in a way that best suits your needs." Aigron smiled, "Do you have anything else to report to me?"
"One more thing." The count lowered his voice even lower. "According to the news from the French ambassador Count Telewin, the King of France has received your personal letter. He is quite satisfied with your reason and humility. He thinks that
If you are really willing not to interfere in French affairs, then he can pay you a compensation."
"No, no need." Aigron shook his head and refused subconsciously. "I put the well-being of the French people first, so I took the initiative to stay out of it. I wasn't praying to him for anything. I didn't sell myself to the Orleans family.
Of course it will not be sold to the Bourbon family. I cannot accept any gifts from him, otherwise I will lose my principles."
"You...you still can't let go of there?" The count hesitated and asked tentatively.
"No, what I mean is that I don't want to betray my supporters, not to anyone." Aigron replied decisively, "Although I have never met them, I know that I owe them. They love me and love me.
They have placed their hope on you, but I am unable to respond to them, so the only thing I can do is not to betray their beliefs anymore - although I cannot be their king, I can at least stand with them in spirit. Sir, you
I will carefully consider any suggestions given to me, but I will never give in on this issue of principle, so I’m sorry.”
The earl pondered for a moment, and finally nodded helplessly, "Okay, I will give your reply to Mr. Ambassador. Your Highness, it is good that you have the pride that a prince should have, but once again I implore you to pay attention
, your career and your future are all in the Austrian Empire...Don't be tied down by unnecessary emotions."
"I will notice it, thank you." Aigron replied, "Do you have any other instructions?"
"You have grown up. I don't need to instruct you anymore. I can only provide suggestions and you can decide for yourself what to choose." The count smiled bitterly, "I only hope that I can see you become the leader of the empire."
Dongliang, prove that my hard work is not in vain."
After saying this, he stood up and excused himself to Aigron.
Seeing the Earl's disappointed look, Aigron suddenly felt a little guilty.
And it was obvious that the count suspected that he was not enthusiastic about his future in the Austrian Empire.
In order to dispel his doubts, Aigron stopped him.
"Wait, sir, I have one more thing to ask you... Can you act as my messenger again?"
"Of course." The Earl was stunned for a moment, then nodded, "Who do you want me to send the letter to? The French Ambassador?"
"No." Aigron shook his head and denied, "It's Princess Teresa. We had a good chat when we traveled together last time, and she asked to see what I wrote, so I recently sorted out my manuscripts and sent them to
Show it to her, I hope she likes this gift."
Aigron's words immediately cheered up the count, and he finally saw his little master actively doing this.
This also proves that His Highness is indeed listening to his own advice and planning for his future in Austria.
"It's great that you can take the initiative to close the relationship with her." He smiled, "Your Highness, I will definitely deliver it to you, and I believe she will be very happy."
"I hope so..." Aigron shrugged. "Please wait a moment."
Then, he returned to his room and began to organize the manuscript of the script.
"Your Highness, what are you doing?" Chanel couldn't help but ask.
"Princess Teresa asked me before that she wanted to see what I wrote, so I will send a copy to her to read." Aigron replied.
"Are you going to show it to His Highness..." Chanel was a little surprised at first, but her expression was a little complicated, "I didn't expect that she actually has such a hobby."
Then, she quickly cheered up, "But Your Highness, you seem to have forgotten something very important."
"What's the matter?" Aigron asked.
"Your Highness... I have recorded and copied these manuscripts. She will definitely find that the handwriting is wrong after reading it... Will she have any objections?" Chanel asked cautiously.
"Ah, this is indeed a problem." Aigron suddenly realized, "It seems that I drank too much today, and I actually forgot about this..."
Then, he thought for a moment and then made a decision, "It doesn't matter. I'll put a note on the top of the manuscript and tell her that I can't overwork my hands, so I asked you to record it for me. For this reason, since Her Highness Sophie
If you can accept it, I think she won’t care.”
While talking, he found a piece of paper, scrawled the reasons for what he said on it, and then put the manuscript and note into a bag.
"What if...what if His Highness really cares about this?" Chanel still had some doubts.
"She won't. You haven't been in contact with her, so you don't know. She is a good-tempered and tolerant person. After she made His Majesty angry, when she left, she moved a lot of luggage by herself in order not to inconvenience others.
"Aigron replied without thinking, "If she loses her temper over such a trivial matter, how about I lift her upside down and swing her on the swing?"
"Hahahaha... You are really going too far." Chanel was amused by the master's joke.
Then, she no longer minded, but helped Aiglon organize it together.
Not long after, Aigron walked back to the count with a bag. "Okay, sir, this is my gift to Princess Teresa. Please help me deliver it as soon as possible."
"I will send it over today, so that it will show how attentive you are." The count immediately agreed, and then took the bag. "Your Highness... I was also there when you danced with her, and I looked at that
During the scene, I really felt that you and her were a perfect match. I sincerely hope to see the day when you and her get married as soon as possible——"
The count paused for a moment, then asked in a low voice, "If that day comes, can you let me be your witness?"
"Let's talk about it then." Aigron could only respond vaguely with a smile, and then watched the count leave.
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While Aigron was still talking to his guardian, in a manor on the outskirts of Vienna, another person involved was also performing a similar scene.
As usual, Princess Teresa was sitting on the balcony on the second floor of the mansion, facing the sunset and reading the book in her hand.
There was silence around her until it was interrupted by the sound of horse hooves.
Teresa put down the book in her hand, then glanced down and realized that it was her father's carriage.
So, she turned around and walked down the balcony, then came to the first floor to greet her father.
"Dad, you are finally back." After arriving in the living room, she saluted her father respectfully, "Thank you for your hard work."
"It's not because of you that I work so hard and run back and forth." The father complained softly, and then gave his daughter a cordial hug. "Let me take a rest."
Then, he sat on the rocking chair next to the fireplace and began to close his eyes and meditate.
Seeing her father's tired look, Teresa suddenly felt a little guilty. Her father was already old, but he was still running back and forth for a few words of hers.
"I'm sorry, Dad." She apologized, walked behind the rocking chair, stretched out her hand to rub her father's shoulders. "I really feel bad for troubling you so much..."
"When I reach your age, I will always work hard, either for this boy or for that boy, so what is there to apologize for?" Archduke Karl closed his eyes and replied gently, "In comparison, that boy
It wasn't much better, I waited until he was almost knocked down before I stopped..."
"Why are you torturing people like this?" Teresa stopped and complained to her father in a low voice.
"He destroyed the relationship between our father and daughter. Isn't it natural for me to ask him to pay a price?" Archduke Karl replied with a smile, "Besides, if he doesn't show enough sincerity, those veterans will not be convinced."
"So, his performance is pretty good?" Teresa started rubbing her shoulders again.
"Barely passed." Archduke Karl replied honestly, "He is calm, able to endure hardships, has good ability to adapt to situations, and has excellent eloquence. At least he can handle the situation. If he behaves like this in the future,
I think the Austrians will soon accept the existence of this prince... By the way, he also mentioned you."
As expected.
"Huh?" Teresa pretended to be curious. "What did you say about me?"
Archduke Karl coughed dryly and cleared his throat.
Then, he recited it deliberately.
"Teresa is a very lovable girl, even if her identity is ignored, she is very cute, and she has a compassionate and considerate heart, paying attention to the feelings of others, which is particularly rare... I think, being able to get to know
She is one of the greatest blessings in my life..."
While retelling, Archduke Karl laughed, "I'm so embarrassed after hearing this. You have been by my side since I was a child. Why didn't I realize that you have so many advantages?"
"Stop talking!" Teresa suddenly felt her face getting hot and squeezed her father's shoulder hard to stop him.
Although she knew that he could only say nice things on that occasion, she still couldn't help but feel happy when she heard her father repeat it.
It's a pity that I can't see him bracing himself and having to praise himself.
But it doesn’t matter, there will definitely be opportunities in the future.
It seems that the plan has been successful... This is a good step, and the Austrians will eventually accept it.
The girl smiled happily and squeezed her father's shoulders considerately. She was very grateful for his hard work for her.
"Dad, thank you."
"Thank you, isn't it natural for a father to plan for his daughter?" Archduke Karl turned around and looked at his daughter's hand.
It is slender, white and translucent, like fine ceramics. This is a real treasure, and it was formed bit by bit while I watched it.
"What a pity. One day, these hands will eventually press on someone else's shoulders." He sighed, "I hope God will bless you and prevent you from encountering any disasters."
"I won't, Dad." Teresa lowered her head and kissed her father's wrinkled forehead, "I will always love you."
After the close interaction between father and daughter for a while, Archduke Karl, who had regained his energy, began to have dinner with his family.
Just after the dinner, a messenger came to the manor and handed a bag to the steward of the manor - of course this was the gift sent by the Duke of Lechstadt to Her Royal Highness Princess Theresa.
Amid the apprehensive laughter of the family, Teresa accepted the gift with a slight blush, then she returned to her bedroom and opened the bag.
Sure enough, there was a pile of manuscripts inside.
I hope you won't be disappointed. Teresa thought to herself as she walked to the desk where the candle was lit, and then looked at it quietly.
Time passed slowly, and it was late at night before she knew it, and Teresa put down the manuscript in her hand.
"It's really good." She whispered.
Although it looked a bit immature, she could still feel the talent and tragic beauty in it.
Your Highness...you really have something to be proud of.
She got back the feeling she had that day when she witnessed him reciting poetry.
It's a pity that I couldn't witness him writing these stories one by one.
But... there will definitely be opportunities in the future.
Isn't this young man worthy of admiration for his elegant conversation, adaptability to situations, superb swordsmanship, literary talent, and ambition? She felt a little excited, took a deep breath, and drank the juice prepared by the desk.
Moisturize your throat.
Suddenly, she felt something was wrong.
She looked at the handwriting on the manuscript carefully again.
The handwriting is so beautiful, it doesn't look like it was written by a boy who practices swordsmanship every day.
Only then did she notice the note next to it.
She picked it up and looked at it carefully, and then she understood what happened.
Although she could understand this reason, she always felt a little bit slightly disappointed.
It turns out that this is his real handwriting.
She opened her collection.
Whenever she reads a book and sees a passage that is exquisite or touching, she often cuts it out and puts it here. You can see that it is already filled with large or small pieces of paper.
Then, she collected this note into this collection book.