Eagle’s Glory

"Hey...only for a while. Really running out of time."

Princess Sophie's tolerance made Aegron more and more moved.

Although His Highness not only helped him so much, but also compromised with him time and time again, accommodating his willful demands, how precious this kind of sincerity is.

He kept his word, and after hugging for a while, he let go.

"Okay, Cinderella can turn back into a princess." Then, he shrugged regretfully, "I look forward to the next time the fairy will wave her wand and bring me another dream."

"It won't be long, Your Royal Highness." Perhaps to comfort the boy, Her Royal Highness replied in a very gentle tone, "Isn't the value of fairies to satisfy people's wishes?"

There was an elegant smile on her face, and the anger just now seemed to have vanished, or - she must have never been angry at all.

The two walked out of the box, and under the guidance of the guards, they walked out of the theater among the crowd, then walked to the street in the distance, stepped on the carriage again, and opened the way back to the palace.

The moonlight pierced through the car window, affixing the shadows of the buildings on the road to the inner wall of the carriage. Aigron, who was sitting on the carriage, relied on the cold light to memorize the street outside.

"I'm sleepy, wake me up when you get there." At this moment, Princess Sophie yawned, and then ordered Aegron, "Sit down and don't move."

Then, she lowered her neck, leaned on the shoulders of the young man, and quickly fell asleep.

With her movements, her hair also poured down, swaying gently in front of the boy's chest, also touching the boy's heartstrings.

Aegron sat motionless at her orders, remembering that he had asked her to do so last time.

And this time, without waiting for him to say anything, Her Royal Highness the Princess did it again very naturally.

He retracted his gaze and looked at her peaceful sleeping face.

Maybe everything is not so difficult. he thought.

The carriage galloped towards the palace in the outer suburbs, bringing the young man from the dream back to reality.

After returning to Schönbrunn Palace, with a little disappointment, he bid farewell to Princess Sophie and returned to his residence. After a hasty wash, he sank into sleep.

When he woke up in the morning, his guardian, Count Dietrichstein, was already looking for him. .

"Good morning, sir." Aegron immediately greeted the other party regardless of his tiredness from getting up early.

"Good morning, Your Highness." The count saluted meticulously, and then cut to the chase, "I have a message to tell you."

Looking at the count's serious expression, Aegron couldn't help but have an ominous premonition.

However, he maintained his composure and nodded.

"Please speak."

"Your performance at Archduke Karl's birthday banquet has aroused the curiosity and doubts of many people. In the past two days, people have been inquiring about news from me, both Austrians and foreigners." The Count replied in a low voice. "Of course, the French are the most nervous. The people at the embassy are desperately trying to figure out how the palace intends to arrange for you."

"Is there no reason for the Bourbon family to be afraid of me?" Aegron replied coldly, "After all, I don't have a single soldier in my hands."

"When your father landed in France from Elba Island, he also had no soldiers in his hands." The Count pointed out calmly, "Just the fact that this surname shines again on the European stage is enough for them to have nightmares."

"Then I should thank them, because they look up to me." Aegron sneered.

"If France is prosperous now, they would not have to worry so much, but the current king is unpopular, and the French are complaining about their king. That's why they are more and more nervous." The Count explained in a low voice, "Only the weak are afraid. "

"So, what should I do?" Agron asked back.

"You don't have to do superfluous things. Your Excellency the Prime Minister will take care of the foreigners' reactions. You just need to act according to your previous orders." The Count shook his head. How come down, you'd better not appear too high-profile, lest irritate their fragile nerves, but affect your personal future."

Aigron blinked and looked at the count suspiciously.

It stands to reason that although his identity is sensitive and special, he cannot have such great energy. Why does the earl ask himself so solemnly?

"I will, sir." He nodded suspiciously, "Don't worry, it's not difficult for me to keep a low profile, I've been doing this for more than ten years. However, I want you to explain to me. , what are you nervous about?"

"In your current situation, you'd better not get involved in the internal affairs of the French, let alone be easily used by them." The count lowered his voice, "The less you pay attention to them, the better. , you are Austrian now, and your future is also in Austria, whether it is Bourbon or Orleans, you are just a guy far away, and it is not worth your risk."

"Me, involved in the internal affairs of France?" Agron was a little surprised. "I don't have the ability to-"

When he said this just now, he remembered.

Not long ago, Metternich's deputy Genz brought a man to the court to meet him. That man claimed to be Mr. Gordon, the counselor of the Duke of Orleans.

The two talked for a short time, and Gordon proposed that if the Orleans family seized the throne in the future, he would give himself a large sum of money in exchange for admitting the rule of the Orleans family and voluntarily giving up the throne. Aigron categorically rejected this request. , the last two broke up.

He thought it was just an accidental accident in his life, but he didn't expect that the aftermath had not subsided until now.

"Is it about Gordon?" Aegron finally reacted, "What happened?"

The count hesitated for a moment, then gave Aegron a strange look.

"Then can you tell me what exactly you and Gordon were talking about?"

Now it was Aigron's turn to hesitate.

He pondered for a while, and finally decided to tell the truth. Anyway, Gordon had already broken down with himself, and there was no reason to keep it secret.

So, in 1510, he conveyed the negotiation between himself and Mr. Gordon to the Earl.

The count had been listening quietly, and his expression suddenly became a little strange. "His Royal Highness, is that all? No secret agreement?"

"Secret agreement? How is it possible..." Aegron laughed dumbly, and then suddenly understood.

"So, the outside world is thinking that I and the Orleans family are united to engage in a conspiracy?"

He finally understood why the French embassy was so nervous.

They spy on Gordon's whereabouts, and then think that they have reached some secret agreement with Gordon to discuss a huge conspiracy against the Bourbon family (in fact, if the two people negotiate, it may be true).

Coupled with the sudden intention of the Austrian court to marry Princess Teresa, it was obvious that it was going to be held in the foreground, which further aggravated the doubts of the French government.

People at the pinnacle of power will be somewhat suspicious. In addition, the political situation in France is unstable, so no matter how ridiculous the rumors are, the king of France will probably believe it a little.

So, what should be done?

It is useless to refute rumors. Of course, the Orleans family will not say much to justify their innocence in this kind of matter.

And even the Earl, who has been by his side for so many years, is a little skeptical, which shows that others will not believe his innocence.

So just don't explain it.

"Sir, whether you believe it or not, in short, I have only one contact with the Orleans family, and it will end there." Aegron replied calmly and indifferently, "I don't expect them to believe me, and I don't disdain it either. Yu explained to the Bourbon royal family. Besides, when that Mr. Gordon visited me at the time, I had no prior knowledge, and I was as surprised as you were at the time, so let alone any secret agreement with him - on this , Your Excellency Metternich should know better than me."

"But Your Excellency Metternich did not explain anything to the French government, but completely fooled them with no comment. Therefore, Your Excellency is playing a conspiracy and using you as a cover." The count finally understood. "Perhaps the Orleans family is also deliberately spreading the news that you support them... That's why France knows it so quickly."

Although what the Count said did not have any basis, Aigron easily believed his inference-because his inference was very realistic and common sense.

"Yes, it must be. They use me as a sign, but I have no way to tell the outside world my true will." Aegron frowned, trying to hide his anger.

"Your Highness, relax. Now that the matter has happened, it's pointless to worry about it. No matter how angry you are, it won't solve the problem." The Count comforted Aegron in a low voice, "Anyway, no matter what conspiracy they are playing. After all, it’s just their business, as long as you don’t interfere, everything will have nothing to do with you in the end, and you can live your own happy life.”

Oh, the reason why I planned so many things, and the reason why I was prepared to pay so much price, was to prevent "everything has nothing to do with me"! The young man said in his heart.

"On the bright side, since they can play a conspiracy, it means that the French still take me seriously, at least a large group of French people take me seriously." Aigron looked at the count blankly, "So I still have value to use, so no one cares, right?"

"If you think so, you can." The count smiled bitterly, "In short, Your Highness, according to the information I have received, the dynastic government in Paris has strictly ordered the French ambassador to find out what exactly you are planning to do, if you are willing, I think I can tell them your true heart - saving you some unnecessary trouble."

Agron was suddenly surprised, he raised his head and looked at the count in astonishment.

"Why did you do this? Surely that wasn't Metternich's intention?"

"I am not Metternich's pawn, but your guardian." The count shook his head. "As long as it does not violate Austrian interests, I can act in the latter capacity, at least I think so. This is probably my last help before I bid you farewell."