As Major Morcerf said goodbye, the group of French soldiers who visited Schonbrunn Palace also left.
Aiglon watched them leave in the carriage, and then returned to his residence.
At this time, the letter personally delivered by Marshal Marmont was lying quietly on his desk.
This letter was a personal letter written to him by King Charles X of France. However, Aiglon did not open the letter after picking up the letter, but threw it directly into the fireplace.
Although due to the situation, he had to write a letter, take the initiative to reconcile with King Charles X, and ensure that he had no interest in the French throne for the time being, but it was only a temporary expedient. In his heart, he never thought highly of this former king.
Count of Artois.
At that time, he spent extravagantly with the Count of Provence, dug all the holes for his brother Louis XVI, and then ran away before the revolutionary storm; he had been in exile for twenty years, and he had not made any significant achievements, nor had he done anything worthy of respect.
His achievements were entirely due to the bayonets of foreign coalition forces being sent back to France.
After his two brothers died, he found a ready-made king. As a result, he governed the country in chaos. The ambitious Duke of Orleans almost openly defied him, and he had nothing to do.
It is really impossible for such an incompetent person to gain the respect of Aigron.
If he said hello to Aigron hypocritically in the letter, then Aigron did not need such hypocritical kindness; if he mocked or threatened himself in the letter, then Aigron did not need to read it - since he deliberately sent Marshal Marmont to deliver the letter,
It can be seen that he has absolutely no real good intentions.
Therefore, no matter what he wrote, it could not change Aigron's mind. Aigron had no intention of knowing what the dying king wanted to say.
As he watched, the envelope rolled up in the flames of the fireplace and finally turned into a plume of smoke.
I wish you good health and long life, and may you live until the day I see you, Your Majesty.
He thought coldly.
Just as the letter was burned to ashes, there was a knock on the door of the room.
Chanel quickly opened the door, and then Princess Sophie in a skirt walked in quickly.
She had a straight face and seemed to be in a bad mood. She walked up to Aigron and glared at the young man.
"Your Highness, good afternoon." Aigron was a little confused, but he still said hello to her. "You...what can I do for you?"
"You little bastard... why haven't you come to me recently?" Sophie interrupted him with an angry face, and then squeezed his arm. "Have you forgotten me?"
"Your Highness, I just haven't seen you for two or three days..." Aigron couldn't help but protest, "Actually, I have something to do here, so I have no choice - you also know that I just sent away Marshal Marmont and
His entourage."
"What do you care about those French people? They are all lackeys of the Bourbon family. They can't have any real good intentions towards you. Even if you try your best to please them, at most they will only give you a little respect on the surface.
, how can I really take you seriously?" Sophie sighed, "Egron, your future is in Austria, don't worry about France anymore, what do they leave you? It's just betrayal.
"
While sighing, she began to stroke the young man's forehead again, "Don't waste your time for these boring people, Aiglon, we can just find our own fun."
The anger on her face has disappeared, and her voice has become gentle again, as if there is infinite emotion. "This is the way the world is. When you are in power, everything you say is right, and everyone will flatter you; when you lose power, everything will be right."
Yes, only those who truly love you will stay by your side, others will only laugh at you."
"Your Highness, you are right, and I know in my heart that these people cannot respect me from the bottom of their hearts." Aigron also sighed, "However, I need to accumulate contacts. Even if my future lies in Austria,
It’s also a good thing to get to know more French people, which will make it easier for me to achieve my career.”
"Okay, maybe it makes sense for you to think about it this way..." After thinking for a moment, Sophie nodded, and then she smiled slightly, "But I think you are still young now, and you should enjoy the life of a young person.
Pretty good? Even if you work tirelessly to seek power in the future, it's still not too late... The teachers around you are still too anxious and always want you to gain power at a young age. What good will this do to you? "
"I am not qualified to be young, Your Highness." Aigron replied stubbornly, "Although I have the title of royal family, no one can guarantee me a bright future. If I want it, I can only fight for it myself, and get better and better."
The sooner the better, I've already lost enough things, so I don't want to lose anything more."
"I can guarantee it." Sophie looked at his face with her head held high and said firmly, "Just give me some time...Aiglon, I beg you, don't look so depressed in front of me again.
I can't stand your expression. Every time I see it, I resent why I came to power so early... God, why do you always punish those talented people?"
Her words moved Aigron again, and he couldn't help but hug her into his arms.
"Your Highness, you have done enough for me. I am only grateful to you... I don't need you to do anything more for me. It's just as good as it is now."
Yes, just like this now, and then enjoy the intimate time until you leave.
"Then you should pay more attention to me." Sophie buried her head in the young man's arms and replied in a low voice. "I can't help but miss you. I'm really afraid that I won't be able to see you one day."
After that night of entanglement, although the relationship between the two people was still as close as before, it seemed to be a little more subtly different.
If I have to say something different, it should be said that Sophie seems to be more worried about gain and loss, as if she is afraid that she will be snatched away by someone.
When facing him, she no longer looked as strong as before, but instead looked gentle and timid.
Her status is indeed noble, but in the final analysis, she is just a young woman in her early twenties. Even though she has developed a willful and proud temper since childhood, she is also pursuing spiritual sustenance. Among young people, she was once withered.
Her soul was nourished, and the love that emerged became more and more uncontrollable for her.
After the two hugged for a while, Sophie finally returned to normal.
"Aiglon, let's go to the theater together tonight. Maybe it would be good for us to take a break," she suggested. "Your play should be showing tonight."
"Okay, I'm very happy." Aigron replied immediately.
But he doesn't care about any drama now, he just thinks it's time to find his dear cousin.
Prince Napoleon-Louis Bonaparte, I hope you will not disappoint me...
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On that night, Aigron and Sophie took a carriage to the Ruby Theater again.
As usual, they went straight to the box as soon as they arrived.
Just as Sophie said, Eglund's play is also being screened tonight.
Although this drama has been screened many times, the audience was still full because of its recent popularity.
As before, Chanel ran to the backstage of the theater to change into performance clothes, and then prepared to go on stage to perform.
In the past, she would be nervous and excited every time when this time came, and she wanted to perform with her greatest enthusiasm and live up to her master's expectations of her.
However, tonight, her mind was not here at all, and there was only one person's face left in her mind.
Chanel's eyes searched everywhere, from the auditorium to the corridor and then to the box upstairs, trying hard to find that face, but she could not find any trace of the young man she saw that night.
As time went by, her mood became more and more anxious.
Could it be that His Highness the Prince was lying and that he actually had no control over his whereabouts when he came here? She couldn't help but have some doubts in her heart.
In any case, there was no time now. During the intermission, it was her character's turn to play. She had to retract her sight and step onto the stage to play her role.
She was so confused that she often subconsciously looked towards the audience, trying to find the young man. In this case, her performance was naturally greatly compromised. Fortunately, after many rehearsals, she had already mastered her lines.
Knowing everything from memory, she reluctantly cooperated with the performance almost absentmindedly, without causing too much trouble.
Although the actors nearby were a little surprised by Chanel's performance today, they also knew that everyone is in bad condition sometimes, so they didn't delve into it too much. They just tried their best to cooperate with her performance and let the play end as soon as possible.
As the curtain slowly lowered, Chanel's performance finally came to an end, and she walked off the stage with disappointment - until this moment, she still could not find the figure of that person.
Could it be... could he actually dare to deceive himself and His Highness? Chanel couldn't help but start to feel anxious.
Just as she was about to walk to the fitting room to change back into her original clothes, she was suddenly stopped in the corridor.
For no reason, Chanel's heart suddenly tightened.
Her intuition told her that something she had been looking forward to was finally going to happen, so she stopped and raised her face to look at the other person.
This man was tall and wore a velvet hat on his head. He quietly approached Chanel until he was face to face with Chanel, and he finally raised the brim of his hat.
"Good evening, miss." He greeted in a low voice.
After Chanel saw this face, she felt relieved.
"Why did you just show up now!" Then she complained softly.
"I have to confirm that this is not a trap before it appears, right?" The young man did not appear apologetic, but replied confidently, "Miss, although you don't look like a deceiver, there are always surprises in everything.
Isn’t it?”
"Okay, do you have anything else to doubt now?" Chanel asked angrily.
"No more." The young man smiled and then suddenly winked.
Chanel understood, and immediately opened the door of the fitting room, and took the young man in, without staying in the corridor where someone might pass by at any time.
Just as they entered, the music on the stage started again and a new scene began. No one paid attention to the little girl's actions.
After closing the door, Chanel finally felt relieved.
"His Majesty also came here today." She immediately told the other party, "I have conveyed your news to him, and he was very moved..."
"Our Majesty, where is he now?" The young man did not waste time and asked directly.
"It's in a private room on the third floor." Chanel told the other party directly, and then described the approximate location.
Then, she whispered to the other party, "By the way, don't approach there rashly. There is a watcher in the corridor on the third floor, and he is a very powerful swordsman. If you alert him, there is no way you can approach His Majesty."
of."
"This is really embarrassing." The young man raised his eyebrows, looking quite regretful, "I am only one step away from His Majesty, but I can't see him? If I can't see him, how can I?
How can I confirm the authenticity of every word you say? I wouldn't dare to do anything just to meet you."
"Well, let me go back and tell His Majesty that you have arrived, and then ask His Majesty to show his face at the window of the box." Chanel thought for a moment, and then gave a suggestion, "Although you and he haven't seen each other for a long time.
, but I can assure you that you both look similar, and His Majesty has his own demeanor. As long as you see that face, you will believe that he is indeed His Majesty!"
"It sounds reasonable." The young man thought for a moment, then nodded, "Okay, let's do this first."
"By the way, there is one more thing." Chanel suddenly thought of it, and then added a warning, "There is also a noble lady who came with him in the box. That lady is His Majesty's closest friend, no matter you
Whatever you do in the future, please be sure to ensure her safety, otherwise His Majesty will be heartbroken."
The young man was shocked for a while, then couldn't help but shrugged.
"Really? Madam? She's not the fiancée?"
"No..." Chanel shook her head awkwardly, "This matter is a bit complicated. In short, please just remember my advice."
"It seems that my cousin's life in Austria is not as uncomfortable as I imagined..." The young man probably understood something, and then couldn't help but tease him, "It seems that your Majesty is still thinking about escaping.
My will is stronger than I imagined.”
"His Majesty has always been steadfast in his goals." Chanel straightened his back and replied, "No matter what happens, his will cannot be changed, and I am the one who completely implements his will."
"It seems that you are worthy of admiration." The young man bowed.
Chanel also curtsied and bowed, then exited the fitting room. Then she quickly walked through the corridor and up the stairs, and then came to the box where Aigron was on the third floor.
Then, she walked up to Aigron's side, and made a gesture with her right hand from a perspective that only Aigron could see, indicating that things were going well.
Then, she said in a very small voice, "Your Highness, please look at the stage and show your face..."
Aigron understood everything immediately.
The moment of ecstasy made him almost unable to control himself, but he still used the greatest self-control to control his expression.
Then, without saying a word, he turned around and walked to the railing, looking at the stage attentively.
At the same moment, his pale and handsome face was exposed to the brilliant lights on the top of the building.
Look, look!
This is the person you have to rely on to achieve your ambitions!
The audience downstairs were all watching the performance on the stage, and no one paid attention to this small movement in the box on the third floor. These people who were so focused would never have thought that at this moment, history was heading towards its fork.