Eagle’s Glory

At dusk, Aigron followed Archduke Karl back to Schönbrunn Palace, ending the day's journey.

It can be seen that Archduke Karl intends to build fame for him in Austria, eliminate their resistance, and let the Austrians get used to the idea of ​​"Napoleon's son will serve Austria in the future".

His purpose, of course, was also for Teresa—from his standpoint, of course, he hoped that if the marriage came true, the son-in-law would be able to make a living, instead of hiding in obscurity in the deep palace.

But even so, Aegron is 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 himself a lot of lessons.

These teachings, straightforward but insightful, were his experience, and Aegron had never experienced anyone treating him like this before.

It's a pity it's fate's trick, otherwise it might be good to be his son-in-law - on the way back, he thought to himself.

When Aigron returned to his residence, he found his guardian, Count Dietrichstein, waiting there.

After seeing him, the count looked at him from beginning to end, as if evaluating his performance today.

"You look a little too drunk," he whispered after a moment.

Of course Aigron knew what he was like now-to cope with the atmosphere, he drank several times more than usual today, and his face was still red.

"Don't worry about me, I can still hold on." Aigron replied, "It's worth drinking so much today."

"It looks like you are going well." The count nodded in relief, "Duke Karl is indeed a sincere person! It is admirable."

After a pause, he added, "Now you know why we insist on brokering this engagement for you, right? This is very beneficial 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 be long before the nation accepts you, and then you'll be able to display your talents again."

Aegron did not answer, he knew that the other party was right.

"Although Her Royal Highness Teresa has a temper of a child, she is just a little girl after all. As long as you are willing to temporarily let go of your temper and cater a little bit, she will surely realize that she has no better candidate than you." The Count continued to persuade , "In order to achieve prosperity, it is not shameful to temporarily wronged yourself. Don't forget that Henry IV, the emperor, once repented in the snow and asked the Pope for forgiveness."

"Sir, don't worry, I know how to act best for my 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 Tylerwyn, the King of France has received your personal letter, and he is quite satisfied with your sanity and humility. He thinks that If you are really willing to keep your hands in French affairs, he can pay you a compensation."

"No, no need." Aigron shook his head subconsciously and refused, "I took the well-being of the French people as the top priority, so I offered to stay out of the situation, and I wasn't praying to him. I didn't sell myself to the Orleans family, That certainly won't be sold to the Bourbons, and I can't accept anything from him or I'd lose my principles."

"You... you still can't give up there?" The Count hesitated and asked tentatively.

"No, I mean I don't want to sell my supporters, I can't sell them to anyone." Aegron replied decisively, "Although I haven't met them, I know I owe them, and they love me to me. Pinning on hope, and I have no ability to respond to them, then the only thing I can do is to stop betraying their beliefs - although I can't be their king, but I can at least stand with them in spirit. Sir, you I will carefully consider all suggestions given to me, but I will never back down on this matter of principle, I am sorry."

The Count pondered for a moment, and finally nodded helplessly, "Okay, I will bring 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 notice , your career, your future is in the Austrian Empire... Don't be held back by senseless feelings."

"I'll take note, thank you," Aegron replied. "Do you have any further instructions then?"

"You have grown up, I don't need to instruct you any more, I can only offer advice, you can decide for yourself how to choose." The count smiled bitterly, "I only hope that I can see you become the empire's leader. Dongliang, prove that my hard work was not in vain."

After he finished speaking, he got up and resigned to Aegron.

Seeing the count's disappointment, Aigron suddenly felt a little guilty.

And it was clear 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 of you... can you serve as a messenger for me again?"

"Of course." The count 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 in denial, "It's Princess Teresa. We had a good conversation when we went out together last time, and she asked to see what I wrote, so I recently sorted out my manuscript and sent it to me. Show her, I hope she likes this gift."

Aegron's words made the Count suddenly come to his senses, and he finally saw his little master was actively doing this.

This also proves that His Royal 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 get closer to her." He laughed, "Your Highness, I will definitely deliver it for you, and I believe she will be very happy."

"I hope so..." Aegron shrugged. "Wait a minute."

Then, he returned to his room and began to organize the draft of the script.

"His Royal Highness, what are you doing?" Chanel couldn't help asking.

"Princess Teresa asked me before that she wanted to see what I wrote, so I'll send her a copy," Agron replied.

"Are you going to show it to that Highness..." Chanel was a little surprised at first, but her expression was a little complicated, "I didn't expect her to have such a hobby."

Then, she quickly cheered up, "But Your Highness, you seem to have forgotten something very important."

"What's the matter?" Agron asked.

"His Royal Highness... These manuscripts are all recorded and copied by me. She will definitely find that the handwriting is wrong when she reads it... Will she have any opinions?" Chanel asked cautiously.

"Ah, this is indeed a problem." Aigron suddenly realized, "It seems that I drank too much today, and I forgot about this..."

Then, after thinking for a moment, he made a decision, "It's okay, I'll put a note on the manuscript and tell her that I can't overwork my hands, so I ask you to record it for me. Since Her Royal Highness Sophie has both Accept it, I don't think she will care."

As he spoke, he found a piece of paper, wrote down his reasons on it, and put the manuscript and notes in a bag.

"If... If His Highness really cares about this, what should I do?" Chanel still had some doubts.

"She won't. You haven't had contact with her, so you don't know. She is a good-natured and generous person. After she angered His Majesty, she carried a lot of luggage by herself when she left so as not to harm others. Aigron replied without thinking, "If she loses her temper over such a trivial matter, how about I lift her upside down and swing?"

"Pfft hahaha... You are too much." Chanel was amused by the master's joke.

Then, she no longer mind, but together to help Aegron tidy up.

Not long after, Aigron walked back to the count with a bag. "Okay, sir, this is my gift to Princess Teresa. You can help me deliver it as soon as possible."

"I'll deliver it today, so it will show how attentive you are." The Count immediately agreed, and then took the bag. "His Royal Highness... I was also there when you danced with her. When I watched that scene, I really felt that you and her were a perfect match. I really hope to see the day when you marry her soon. —"

The earl paused for a while, then asked in a low voice, "If that day comes, can I be your witness?"

"Let's talk about it at that time." Aigron could only respond vaguely with a smile, and then watched the Count leave.

=================================================

While Aegron was still talking to his guardian, in a manor outside Vienna, the other party was also performing a similar scene.

Princess Teresa, as usual, sat on the balcony on the second floor of the mansion, facing the sunset while looking at the book in her hand.

There was silence around her until it was interrupted by the sound of hoofs.

Teresa put down the book in her hand, then glanced down and saw that it was her father's carriage.

So, she turned around and walked down the balcony, and then came to the first floor to meet her father.

"Dad, you're finally back." After coming to the living room, she respectfully saluted her father, "Thank you for your hard work."

"It's not because of you that I've worked so hard, running back and forth." The father complained softly, and then gave his daughter a cordial hug. "Let me rest."

Then he sat down on the rocking chair by the fireplace and closed his eyes.

Seeing her father's tired appearance, Teresa suddenly felt a little guilty. Her father was already old, but he was running back and forth for a few words of her own.

"I'm sorry, Dad." She apologized as she walked behind the rocking chair and reached out to rub her father's shoulders. "I'm so sorry for bothering you so much..."

"At your age, I'll always suffer like this, either for this kid or for that kid, what's there to apologize for?" Archduke Carl closed his eyes and replied gently, "In contrast, that kid It didn't get any better, but I waited until he was about to be forced down before I stopped..."

"Why are you tossing people like this?" Teresa stopped and complained to her father in a low voice.

"He ruined our father-daughter relationship, isn't it natural for me to make him pay a little price?" Archduke Carl replied with a smile, "Besides, if he doesn't show enough sincerity, those veterans won't be convinced."

"So, his performance is not bad?" Teresa started rubbing her shoulders again.

"It's barely a pass." Duke Carl answered honestly, "He's calm, he can endure hardships, he has a good ability to adapt to situations, and his eloquence is also good, 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 to me?"

Archduke Carl coughed dryly and cleared his throat.

Then, he deliberately recited it again.

"Teresa is a very lovable girl, even if she ignores her identity, she is very cute, and she has a compassionate heart and cares about the feelings of others, which is especially rare... I think, being able to meet She's one of the luckiest things in my life..."

While repeating, Archduke Karl laughed, "I'm embarrassed to hear it, you've been by my side since I was a child, why didn't I find that you have so many advantages?"

"Stop talking!" Teresa suddenly felt a little hot on her face, and squeezed her father's shoulder heavily to stop him.

Although she knew that he could only pick up nice words on that occasion, when she heard her father's retelling, she couldn't help but feel relieved.

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... It's a good step, the Austrians will accept it after all.

With a cheerful smile, the girl squeezed her father's shoulders thoughtfully. She was very grateful to his father for his hard work.

"Dad, thank you."

"Thank you, isn't it only natural for a father to plan for his daughter?" Archduke Karl turned around and looked at his daughter's hand.

Slim, white and translucent, like fine ceramics. This is a real treasure, and it is a little bit formed by myself.

"It's a pity, one day, these hands will eventually rest on someone else's shoulder." He sighed, "I hope God bless you and don't let you suffer any disaster."

"I won't, Dad." Teresa lowered her head and kissed her father's wrinkled forehead, "I will always love you."

After a few moments of close interaction between father and daughter, the revived Archduke Karl and his family began to have dinner.

And just after the dinner, a messenger came to the manor and handed over a bag to the manor's steward - which of course was a gift from Duke Reichstedt to Her Royal Highness Princess Teresa.

Teresa accepted the gift with a blushing face amid the constricting laughter of the family, then went back to her bedroom and opened the bag.

Sure enough, there are a bunch of documents inside.

Hope you are not disappointed. While thinking to herself, Teresa walked to the desk where the candles were lit, and then watched quietly.

Time passed slowly, and it was late at night before Teresa put down the manuscript in her hand.

"Really good," she whispered.

Although it looks a little immature, she can still feel the talent that pervades it and the beauty of tragedy.

Your Highness... Sure enough, you have the capital to be proud of.

She got back the feeling she had when she witnessed him reading poetry that day.

It's a pity that I didn't get to witness the scenes where he wrote these stories one by one.

But...there will definitely be opportunities in the future.

A young man with graceful speech, tactility, outstanding swordsmanship, brilliant writing, and ambition, isn't this kind of young man worth admiring? Feeling a little excited, she took a deep breath and drank the juice prepared by the desk to moisten her throat.

Suddenly, she felt something was wrong.

She took a closer look at the handwriting on the manuscript.

The handwriting is so beautiful that it doesn't look like it was written by a boy who usually practices swordsmanship every day.

Only then did she notice the note next to her.

She picked it up and looked at it carefully, only then did she understand what had happened.

Although she can understand this reason, she always feels a little lost.

It turned out that this was his real handwriting.

She opened her collection.

Every time she reads a book and sees a delicate or moving passage, she often cuts it out and puts it here. It can be seen that the inside has been covered with large or small strips of paper.

Then, she collected this note into this collection book.