June 18, 1815, is destined to be a day that will forever be remembered in history.
On this day, in Waterloo, a little-known town in Belgium, a battle was taking place that determined the fate of an empire.
Since early in the morning, the French army has been engaged in a desperate struggle with the British and Dutch forces. In just a few hours, tens of thousands of people have been bloodied on the battlefield.
Hundreds of cannons roared non-stop, seeming to be conveying the roar of God. Smoke and dust mixed with the smell of blood filled the battlefield dozens of miles around, making everything seem so illusory.
The hero who claims to overlook the entire world is standing on the high ground next to Rossom Village, looking down at the soldiers under his command expressionlessly, launching almost desperate attacks on the British army's front again and again.
He watched tens of thousands of soldiers from all over France, wearing Chinese and American uniforms, fight in blood for him. During his twenty years of military career, he had already become accustomed to conquest and honor, danger and death, and such scenes were no longer worthy of his emotion.
But he still felt restless.
He was the emperor of the French Empire. He was an unparalleled genius in the eyes of his soldiers, a commander who led them to glory and glory.
But today, after repeated attacks but still unable to break through the defense line deployed by British commander Arthur Wellesley, he had vaguely felt that he could no longer give victory to the French today.
God seemed to be punishing him for his previous good fortune.
The emperor paced restlessly.
The time has come to sunset.
At this time, a blurry black shadow appeared on the horizon. Although the shadow approached, it was quickly determined that it was a marching army.
"Is it Grouchy?" he murmured to himself.
He and the people around him were looking forward to it.
All he needs is good luck this time, just once... His Majesty the Emperor prayed secretly in his heart.
However, after just a few more minutes, his hands and feet became stiff with disappointment.
The army flew under the Prussian eagle.
The rolling legion numbered tens of thousands, and it would be the decisive weight at dusk when both armies were exhausted.
And this weight is obviously going to be added to the British side.
Men of Albion, you have won!
There seemed to be an unquestionable verdict coming from the sky.
The fighting continued, but the arrival of fresh Prussian troops was enough to decide everything.
At such a moment, even the most indomitable warrior could not help but be restrained by fear, losing the courage to continue fighting in fear, and could not help but cry out at the inevitable defeat.
The wails were scattered at first, but soon resonated everywhere, and finally converged into an unstoppable torrent, carrying the soldiers and fleeing in the opposite direction from the enemy.
At first, some officers tried to stop the torrent of retreat, but soon they found that they were powerless and were even trapped by the retreating soldiers and fled backward together.
Although the frontline troops fled back one by one, the entire battlefield collapsed, and soon even the emperor himself was unable to stop the rout.
The emperor, his entourage, and staff witnessed all this in the farm. The younger officers shed tears in grief and anger, cursing these cowards who escaped and ruined everything.
The emperor himself just stood there, looking palely at the torrent of defeated troops, without saying a word.
He did not blame the fleeing men.
The French nation has fought for him until now, paying the blood of millions of people. Even when he was at his lowest, they did not abandon him and still followed him to rise again and come here.
They had made enough sacrifices, and no one could blame the French for lack of loyalty and bravery.
Emperor Napoleon slowly closed his eyes, savoring the pain that he could never get rid of in his life.
He was not suffering for himself. He had already tasted the pain of being a prisoner a year ago. It would not be the end of the world if he did it again. He could bear the pain.
He was suffering for his heir.
The child he brought into the world to inherit his career, the child he had high hopes for, the child who had brought him countless joys...
There was nothing left for him.
The emperor, who had shaken Europe for twenty years and dominated Europe for ten years, sadly let out a helpless lament.
"Aiglon, I'm sorry, we have nothing!"
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At dusk on this day, the dark golden sunlight dyed the European land a bloody color, even the Schönbrunn Palace in Vienna.
In a suite in the palace, maids came and went anxiously, looking after a child lying on a bed.
He had blond hair and was a little delirious because of a severe cold. There were large beads of sweat on his forehead.
He was Aiglon, as the emperor called him, and he was also the crown prince of the French Empire and the king of Rome. Napoleon II was once destined to inherit Napoleon's career.
Now only 4 years old, he can already somewhat understand the meaning of the words "empire" and "emperor", but of course he cannot know that just today, his father has lost the entire empire, and he has also lost it. As a result, he lost all the glory surrounding him.
It was impossible for him to even see his father again.
Last year, when Emperor Napoleon abdicated for the first time in 1814, at the "invitation" of the Austrian Emperor Franz, the French Queen, his daughter Louisa, came here with her son on May 21. The Austrian royal palace has since become a hostage wearing a crown.
From then on, until Napoleon died of illness on the island in 1821, father, son, and husband and wife never saw each other again.
"Egron? Egron?"
The mother sitting on the bedside looked at her seriously ill son anxiously and sadly, calling out from time to time.
Since the past two days, her son has been suffering from a high fever, and the doctor said it may even be life-threatening.
She couldn't do anything because she didn't understand medicine. She could only sit helplessly on the edge of the bed, lamenting the cruel trick that fate had played on her, and at the same time praying in her heart that everything would at least not get worse.
As if in response to her prayer, the child slowly opened his eyes, and his blue eyes looked at his mother with confusion.
"Aigron, you finally woke up!"
Louisa, who still held the theoretical title of queen, no longer cared about royal dignity, and gently possessed her son.
However, she would never have imagined that the soul remaining in this child's body had been replaced by another one during the high fever just now.
Perhaps the burning flames of the Waterloo battlefield were too much for the soul of Napoleon's son to bear.
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Didn't I fall asleep in the library just now? Why did he suddenly change places as soon as he opened his eyes?
The confused Chu Ying was shocked to find that she seemed to have entered a completely strange world. This was obviously not China.
Am I dreaming? This is where? Why am I here?
Also, why can I understand what they say?
All kinds of questions came to him one after another, and he no longer cared to think about it, because the lady in front of him was grabbing his shoulders and shaking them gently.
Wait...my body?
How did I become a child?
He was horrified to discover an even more terrifying fact.
The residual pain from the fever in his body told him that this was not a dream.
"Aigron, are you okay?" The lady in front of her, dressed as a Western lady, asked with residual tears and a surprised smile.
"I...I'm fine." He blurted out with confusion and sleepiness.
The woman's face turned from surprise to something distorted, and she looked at the doctor next to her in horror.
"God, help him, he's talking nonsense already!"
The doctor came over quickly and carefully examined the child's body.
"Don't panic, madam." After a moment, he looked at Queen Louisa. "He has recovered. He probably hasn't adapted yet. He just needs to sleep again and he will be fine."
"Are you really okay?" Louisa still looked shocked.
"It's okay. You see, his body temperature is already dropping." The doctor smiled to reassure her and pointed to his forehead.
Queen Louisa raised her right hand and touched her son's forehead.
"Thank God..." She breathed a sigh of relief, "It's indeed much better."
After finishing speaking, she hugged her son again, "Poor child..."
Chu Ying said nothing, just lying there blankly, feeling the woman's embrace.
He has realized that the current situation is definitely not normal - he should have traveled through time like the protagonist of the online novel.
So the question is, where have I traveled through time? How is the world different here?
A four-year-old child cannot have any coherent memory and conscious judgment. All he can retrieve in his mind are a bunch of fragmented images.
But even with such a pile of fragmented memories, he was slowly able to piece together some details.
Among the children's memories are the Tuileries Palace, Fontainebleau, the crown, and the extremely warm embrace... the embrace of the father.
Father...oh my God! It's that person!
In the arms of Her Majesty the Queen, Chu Ying opened her eyes wide and stared blankly at the gilt decoration on the ceiling.
As an amateur European history buff, he certainly knows what all these details represent, and he also knows his current identity.
The more important issue is that although the specific date is not known, "he" is now 4 years old, which means that this is the year 1815 that was so disastrous for the Bonaparte family.
King of Rome, you and your father have just lost everything...
When she thought of this, Chu Ying closed her eyes and let out a silent lament. She didn't know whether it was for this child or for herself.
[The name of the Roman king was Napoléon-François-Joseph-Charles-Bonapart. Emperor Napoleon also gave him the nickname Aiglon, which means "Eagle".
After arriving in Austria, on July 22, 1818, his maternal grandfather and Austrian Emperor Franz I issued an edict to cancel his Napoleon name and use the Germanized "Franz" as his new name; At the same time, he was canceled the King of Rome and all other titles, and was made Duke of Leichstatt.
Therefore, in different times and situations, the characters in this work will have different names for the protagonist. Please don’t be offended]
