Eagle’s Glory

The snow continued throughout the night, bringing a seemingly eternal tranquility to the capital of the Empire.

Snow covered the entire land overnight, dyeing Schönbrunn Palace into a white fairy tale world.

And in the hazy morning, several carriages rushed in and rushed to the palace.

With the help of his servants, the Imperial Prime Minister stepped out of the carriage.

He looked tired from being woken up in his sleep, but in addition to tiredness, his delicate face was more angry at this time.

Anger that a plan he had carefully constructed had died at the very beginning.

Anger that the situation is out of control, not knowing what will happen in the future.

"Where is she now?!" With anger, he asked the police chief who had arrived one step ahead of him.

"His Royal Highness Sophie is... resting in her room." The police chief replied in a low voice, "His Majesty was very angry and ordered her not to take a step for the time being."

Perhaps it was because he saw that His Excellency the Prime Minister was extremely angry, so he did not dare to express his anger, for fear that he would annoy Your Excellency.

"She can still live in her extravagant suite instead of a prison cell, it only shows that our country is too generous!" Metternich twitched the corners of his mouth, then gritted his teeth and said, "Then let us meet This willful, rash, arrogant and stupid lady."

Then, he seemed to remember something, "Has everyone been arranged?"

"Our people have been dispatched everywhere. They will mobilize the police and spies from all over the country to closely detect the whereabouts of that person. In addition... Please ask Your Majesty to authorize them to mobilize troops when necessary."

"Okay, I'll explain it to Your Majesty right away." Metternich nodded, and then added, "If someone is found and he resists arrest, he can shoot."

"Yes!" the police chief responded. "I'll pass the order on right away."

Metternich looked up, and the blizzard sky looked so gloomy and heavy.

This old man, who had always thought that the situation was under control, was at a loss for a moment.

"There are good days, but you have to ask for trouble, cause trouble for everyone, and don't think about where else in the world can hold you!" He couldn't help cursing in a low voice.

Then, surrounded by the crowd, he walked into the palace.

In the dark room, Princess Sophie sat quietly on the sofa, staring blankly at the void in front of her.

Just like when she was in the theater, she is now wearing a simple dress, and her long hair, which was carefully combed every day, is now scattered, and her whole outfit is out of tune with the luxurious furnishings in the room.

At the moment, there were still tears left on her face, her eyes were sloppy and cloudy, and her whole person was full of heartache and despair.

The door was opened, and outside light leaked in, but she didn't notice it.

Metternich walked into the room and looked at the princess carefully.

The relationship between the two was not good. Sophie's arrogant attitude had angered the authoritarian Prime Minister many times, but at this time he was no longer in the mood to gloat.

"Where did he go?" he asked directly.

Sophie raised her head, glanced at Metternich, and then withdrew her gaze reluctantly, as if to ignore him any longer.

"You are doing a very, very stupid thing, either to yourself or to that person." Metternich suppressed his anger, and then said to her, "You have committed an unforgivable mistake, to the Empire It has brought serious injuries and will seriously threaten the life of that Highness - I am not afraid to tell you, I have already ordered that you can shoot when necessary to arrest him. So now you'd better cooperate with us and let him Bring it back, so that everything will not fall into the worst consequences!"

Sophie lowered her gaze, as if unaware of his harsh words.

Metternich, who was already in a hurry, was even more detonated at this time.

"A arrogant and self-willed fool! Don't think you can still stand in front of us!" He frowned and reprimanded sharply, "Because of your self-will, you have brought so much to yourself, to us, and to the whole of Europe. Don't you have no self-awareness at all? You will be punished! Now, you'd better be honest, give yourself some leeway, and give him a life! Otherwise, you will not be able to bear the consequences!"

His angered scolding made Sophie finally raise her head and stare at him with narrowed eyes.

"Don't play with me here, old man." Then, Sophie said coldly, "Even if I were to punish me, it would not be your turn. Besides, I have nothing to tell you, because I have nothing at all. I don't know, he didn't tell me anything."

"I didn't tell you anything!" Metternich said in disbelief.

"You taught this little bastard, so what do you think?" Sophie glared at the Prime Minister with anger and resentment, "I advise you not to waste your precious time with me, I just want to be quiet, not to listen to A lousy old man shouting in front of me!"

"Why, do you still feel wronged?" Metternich sneered angrily.

He had already seen that Sophie really didn't know anything about the man's next whereabouts, but this made him even more angry.

"You are greedy and arrogant, but you have nothing to do. The only good luck in your life is to climb out of a queen's body... I don't think Vienna should have your place, but Babylon has you. Location!"

The face-to-face humiliation made Sophie instantly burst into anger.

"Maybe I am, and you? You are wild and reckless. I don't think Babylon can hold you, but Pompeii is very suitable! You should be baptized by the fire of the sky, and then buried forever in the smell of sulphur. Hear the wailing of **** in the mound!"

She looked at Metternich and said word by word, "You guys are several times more than my romantic history, but you will only laugh at me for having a love for a poor person I get along with day and night, and then consecrate the charge of infidelity to I...well I admit I deserve hell, but I'm glad to see you huddled at the bottom!"

Metternich was stunned, he didn't expect her to be so energetic at this time.

Is it born with lack of roots, or is the brain so dull that it doesn't understand itself and can't be bossy anymore?

"You will pay the price."

"Yeah, I'm happy to give, okay? Get out now! Give me all out!" She glared at Metternich, then raised her finger to the door. "I don't want to see you again, you make me sick!"

Looking at the pale and old face of the other party, Sophie only felt extremely sick in her heart, and her stomach was also rolling. Mouth vomited.

Seeing her sudden performance, everyone was stunned.

Prime Minister Metternich and the person next to him quietly glanced at each other.

A very bad guess suddenly appeared in his mind.

Whether this guess is correct or not, we can't stay here like this anymore.

"You have a good rest first." He returned to his normal sense, and then walked out of the room with the others.

"Your Excellency..." After walking out of the room, the police chief lowered his voice and seemed to want to confirm something, "They...they have an affair?"

"Shut up, don't think about anything." Metternich interrupted him coldly, "At your age, you shouldn't need me to remind you what to see?"

The Inspector of Police returned to his indifferent expression and said nothing.

After sending Metternich and others away, Sophie, who had not slept all night, finally fell into a deep sleep, unable to resist her mental exhaustion.

When she opened her eyes again, she found her own sister, Queen Caroline, sitting beside the bed.

"It's fortunate that I saw you... otherwise I'm afraid I'll faint again." She smiled bitterly.

"You're really the biggest fool I've ever seen in the world." The queen looked at her coldly, "It's okay if you want to find happiness, but you let yourself... let yourself suffer the consequences, haven't you asked about it? How to avoid this result?"

"So, I really...really..." Sophie looked at the queen without appearing too shocked.

Queen Caroline didn't answer, just looked at her coldly.

"I was careful at first, but then I didn't care." Sophie lowered her eyes, "I only felt the joy of living when I was with him... So I would rather let God's arrangements."

"Fool!" The queen scolded her again, "Do you think that guy will thank you? He only has himself in his heart! For the great cause he imagined, he abandoned you mercilessly, and look at you now What's left?"

"What are you afraid of...whatever they do." Sophie smiled bitterly. "Send me back to Bavaria, or send me to a monastery. I can't ask for anything."

"You...you're crazy..." Her Majesty the Queen was heartbroken, but she had nothing to do. In the end, her resentment fell on the missing young man.

"I wish he was caught and beheaded!" she cursed in a low voice.

"In that case, I will definitely be there..." Sophie replied with a wry smile.

"Why, do you still want to imitate that Queen Margot, crying with your lover's head in her hands?" Queen Caroline asked back.

"No... I will die together." Sophie replied with a smile, but tears welled up in her eyes at the same time. "There's no point in living anyway."

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In the office that His Majesty the Emperor used to use, Prime Minister Metternich stood quietly beside the throne, respectfully watching the supreme power master of the empire.

The news he had just received from the doctor shocked him, and he was even a little confused now.

His Majesty the Emperor seemed to be doing the same, the two elderly people looked at each other, not knowing what to do for a while.

"Your Majesty, what should we do?" After a long silence, in the quiet room, Prime Minister Metternich asked solemnly.

After a long silence, His Majesty the Emperor replied, "Since things have reached this point, come down anyway, sir."

Metternich did not ask your Majesty, but nodded lightly.

"That's fine, maybe we have more hostages in our hands."

He didn't expect that his original plan would continue to unfold in such a strange way.

Should it be said that God's will is mysterious?

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It's snowing again.

Princess Teresa sat by the window of the study, watching the snow fall silently.

Since learning the bad news, she has been stuck in her study, and the people at home are also sympathetic to the mental blow she suffered, so no one came to disturb her, just waiting for her to slowly recover from her mental trauma.

However, from great joy to great sorrow, it is easier said than done to come out of it.

She stared out the window blankly, knowing that the young man might never step in again.

Why... why do you have to put yourself in such a big danger?

Do you really hate me that much?

The more she thought about it, the more aggrieved she became, and she almost burst into tears again.

Don't you know that His Highness is cold at this time?

At this moment, there was the sound of the door opening, and Teresa looked up and found that her father was striding in.

His expression was terribly serious.

He has been like this all this time, and it can be seen that he is completely irritated.

Essentially, he was angrier than "Duke Reichstedt fled Austria" that "he fled immediately after agreeing to marry Teresa".

The young man went back on his word, and the words he said in front of his husband and wife were still in his ears, but he turned around and chose to flee. His vicious and shameless actions made his daughter a laughing stock in people's mouths. How could this not make the old father angry.

Archduke Karl walked towards Teresa step by step, then patted her on the shoulder comfortingly.

"My good daughter, I have good news for you."

"Dad?" Teresa was a little surprised.

Archduke Karl handed her a letter that had been opened. "People searched his room thoroughly and found a pile of letters, one of which was specially reserved for you."

Teresa took it in surprise and looked down.

"Teresa, I am no longer qualified to call myself your friend.

I know I did something vicious to you and put you and your family in unspeakable embarrassment, but I swear, this is definitely not what I wanted to see in the first place.

Maybe you don't believe my oath, but I can tell you that the reason why I choose to run at this time is that I want to catch up with the establishment of the marriage contract, so that your reputation can at least be basically preserved.

Yes, this is indeed pathetic hypocrisy, so I dare not beg your forgiveness, everything is my responsibility, and I am willing to bear it. I don't want to give you a list of reasons why I have to, I just want to say sorry - I'm sorry I can't say it in person.

Please publish this letter to the public. I attach my most sincere words as the last insignificant gift to you——

I, with my life and the reputation of the Bonaparte family, which I regard as life, guarantee that Princess Teresa is of complete purity, and that I have not done any transgression that would endanger the honor of Her Royal Highness.

Goodbye and wish you all the best in the future.

Francois-Charles-Bonaparte. "

Teresa read the letter slowly, a slight blush on her pale face—as if she had been greatly encouraged by it.

Yes, his true feelings still touched his heart after all.

She remembered the words of the young man before the two parted again.

"His Royal Highness... Your Highness..." She sighed slightly, then looked at her father with a little happiness, "So, Your Highness actually thought about me! Dad."

"Maybe he did think about it a bit, but it doesn't pay for his sins." Archduke Karl's lips twitched.

"His Royal Highness is also pursuing his own future..." Theresa whispered to defend the young man, "We Austria are not good to him, is there anything wrong with him choosing to leave? There is no official document saying that he is a prisoner, right? Then why can't you go out?"

Archduke Karl glanced at his daughter and gave up his plan to argue with her.

"Okay, don't worry about him anymore. He has done this kind of thing, and naturally someone will handle it. You should treat it as a nightmare. Now that you wake up, it's time to turn to a new page in your life."

"No... Dad, I can't rest assured, Your Highness." Teresa shook her head. "I think our engagement is still valid, it just needs to be delayed a bit, if..."

"There's no engagement whatsoever!" Archduke Karl interrupted his daughter, "Teresa, can't you wake up a bit? That kid has run away!"

"He can, so can I... Dad, I can also go on a trip and find His Royal Highness." Teresa stood up, then paced a little, getting excited again, "Of course not now, but wait In the future, when I have the exact news of His Highness, I can travel there and find His Highness... Do you think this is not good? No one will disturb us any more."

"No, no!" Archduke Karl shook his head and rejected his daughter's proposal, "Teresa... you don't care about him anymore, that kind of person is not worthy of you, I don't want to see him anymore! We still Hurry up and publish the letter, in this way you will save trouble, and it will be convenient in the future..."

"No letters, Dad," Teresa said leisurely.

Then, she let go.

Under the stunned gaze of Archduke Karl, the letter fell from mid-air into the fireplace.

"You! What are you doing?!" Archduke Karl stepped forward subconsciously to get the letter back, but it was too late, and he could only watch the letter turn to ashes in the fire.

"Crazy...you're crazy!" He glared at his daughter, and then scolded, which is rare in his life, "I forbid you to have any dealings with him again! He will pay the price, we will wait and see!"

Teresa didn't answer, just watched the fire in the fireplace quietly.

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When the wind and snow stopped for a while, Teresa took a carriage and quietly came to the residence of the talented musician.

When the old musician saw this His Royal Highness, her expression was serious and dignified, and she was much more mature than the innocent and innocent before. It seemed that she had grown up in a short period of time.

Teresa saluted him, and he looked at the girl with sympathy and nodded to her.

They had an agreement before, and she customized a piece of music here, but it seems that it is no longer used...

He is not a pity for his lack of an income, on the contrary, he is very sorry for this His Royal Highness.

Why let her suffer such a blow? The world simply makes no sense.

"Have you heard the latest news?" Teresa wrote a note and asked the other party.

Beethoven wrote a note in reply, "Of course I've heard of it, it's a big deal on the streets. Your Highness... please allow me to sympathize with you, that Highness is going too far. I could see at that time that he was ambitious. , longing for success, I originally thought that with you by his side, he would eventually extinguish these unrealistic ambitions, but now it seems that in the end, he still can't let go of his name, maybe that family is destined to be fanatical for ambition and evil deeds Bar……"

After writing, he let out a sigh, not knowing whether to curse or lament fate.

This was the case with the last generation, and this generation is still the case. Maybe it's God's destiny that he couldn't sing to anyone in the Bonaparte family -- or rather, they didn't deserve to sing.

Seeing the musician's reply, Tereza burst into tears.

The tears grew more and more, and finally turned into a gushing torrent.

"I can't cry in front of my father, if I cry, it's all over... So I can only force my composure and let everything be salvaged." She sobbed and whispered, "But you... so good Now, I can cry in front of you and talk in front of you because you can't hear and you're not going to tell anyone else..."

Beethoven looked at the girl and couldn't help shaking his head.

What a poor kid.

"Forget him, you deserve a better future." He wrote another note and handed it over.

However, after reading the content, the princess shook her head heavily.

She finished writing the note and handed it back. "No, sir, I have not given up nor will I give up. It is my decision to marry His Royal Highness, and I will never let myself give up halfway. I am here to tell you that the music I customized for you is still the same. It works, please continue to create, okay?"

With amazed eyes, the old musician read her reply.

He paused, hesitating whether he should accept the request.

Teresa raised her head and looked at the musician with a look full of expectation, and this look seemed to be worth a thousand words.

God knows how that **** made himself resist this look... The old musician sighed in his heart.

"His Royal Highness, since you said so, it's not easy for me to refuse. But I have to tell you that I don't know my current mental strength and whether I can finish writing it... After all, the current changes have brought too much to my mentality. Too negative influence, I am afraid it is difficult to compose a song with pure blessing..."

Teresa looked at the musician firmly before writing her reply.

"I believe you can do it...because I believe I can do it too, please write hope for us, sir. One day, I will walk into the hall with your tune, no matter what stands in my way. We, I will do it!"

Looking at her firm gaze, the aged musician suddenly wanted to be infected with a little passion again.

He nodded slightly.

"Maybe I don't live long enough to see that day, but my soul will bless you, Your Highness."