Just as Aigron had hoped, his body slowly began to recover over the next few days. The speed of recovery is partly due to his physical fitness after years of exercise; on the other hand, it is definitely due to Chanel's careful care.
Because he regarded Aiglon as the most dependent person for both monarch and revenge, Chanel took care of him very enthusiastically and stayed with him almost all the time, lest he cause any problems again.
And since he could get out of bed, Aigron no longer stayed in the room idle. He ran out from time to time and wandered around the buildings and gardens of Schonbrunn Palace.
This morning, he took Chanel with him again and wandered under the shade of the trees in the botanical garden.
It was already early July, when midsummer was coming, and even the morning was a bit hot, but because they were in the green grassy botanical garden, they felt pretty good.
This palace was expanded by Maria Theresa, the heir to the Habsburg family, in order to spend her life with her sweetheart and the world's first husband-in-law, Duke Franz of Lorraine. Teresa, who inherited the family business after her father's death, was determined to build a palace that would be passed down from generation to generation for herself, her husband, and their future children, so she let all her rose-colored imaginations fly freely here.
She collected exotic flowers and plants from all over the world and decorated them in the botanical garden. She also built a zoo to raise all kinds of rare birds and animals for her own enjoyment. This palace was built for 40 years until the year she died. Declare completion.
When people in later generations mention the word "Germany", it is always easy to think of images such as "iron-blooded" and "hardness". However, the most orthodox German monarch, Habus, who has occupied the throne of the Holy Roman Empire for a long time, The palace where the Fort family lives has nothing to do with these images. Instead, it is full of beauty and elegance, and it has something in common with France.
Maybe they deliberately imitated the extravagance of the French because of their envy.
"Chanel, do you know..." Aigron, who was interested, suddenly spoke.
"Your Highness?" Chanel was startled.
"He went to Vienna twice, once in 1805 and once in 1809, and he stayed here both times." Aigron pointed at the grand palace behind the two people, "If his courage hadn't been broken like this , Habsburg will never donate his princess to him, and I will not exist. Come to think of it...he also passed through here like us, right? "
"Of course." A trace of sarcasm and joy appeared on Chanel's face. "After all, he will definitely want to enjoy it."
"It's the same, but it's also different. At that time, he was the conqueror, and the entire palace was the trophy at his feet, but I was trapped in it. This is my cage." Aigron looked up at the sky. If there was He thought, "To be fair, the treatment I received is not bad, but I am afraid that in the eyes of the Austrian Emperor, I am a living proof of the shame of him and his empire... He hopes that that period of history and that period of scars will disappear forever , don’t be remembered anymore.”
Different from his usual indifferent look, Aigron's tone at this time was full of sarcasm and acrimony.
Although in this palace for many years, he has developed the ability to hide his emotions and anger, but after all, he is still a person with normal communication needs, so when he has trusted people around him, he can speak out without restraint What I want to say in my heart is to vent the resentment that has been suppressed for many years.
Yes, oral euphoria has no practical effect, but it is a kind of psychological stress reduction. After getting along with each other for a few days, Aigron felt much more comfortable.
After talking and laughing for a while, Chanel took out the folded newspaper from his pocket and unfolded it.
This newspaper is the Vienna Zeitung, founded in 1703. It is one of the oldest newspapers in the world and the official media for the Austrian government to issue official announcements.
Official newspapers are naturally bound to contain many high-sounding, meaningless and even self-contradictory clichés, but they will also truthfully record the news that the official believes can be published, so it has become a channel for Aiglon to learn about external information.
In the past, because he was young and had to receive education from a private tutoring group, his guardian, Count Dietrichstein, did not allow him to have access to newspapers. However, since he was injured after falling from a horse, his usual academic activities have had to be interrupted. He stopped, and in order to pass the time, he asked the Earl to subscribe to the official newspaper. After some consideration, the Earl agreed to his request - perhaps in his opinion, His Royal Highness the Duke has grown up and cannot communicate with the outside world all the time. Information is isolated.
So taking Chanel out for a walk every day and reading the newspaper became his new habit.
However, despite winning this hard-won right, there is not much in the newspaper that interests him.
It is only 1826, another mediocre year after the end of the Napoleonic era. The entire continent has fallen into silence, and new storms are still brewing.
Things that make people feel that the world is still changing happened in the Americas - at the beginning of this year, the remaining Spanish troops stationed in the port of Callao surrendered to the liberator Bolivar, and the Latin American War of Independence achieved final victory.
European rule over the Americas fell apart with the collapse of the Spanish Empire. A new order in the Americas, dominated by the great power of North America, seemed to be slowly coming towards people again.
However, no one cares about that fledgling country on the edge of civilization yet, and Aigron has no interest in paying attention to things thousands of miles away.
Just as he put away the newspaper and prepared to continue walking, he found a group of people walking towards him.
He glanced around alertly, handed the newspaper to Chanel, and then looked at the people approaching him.
As the distance between the two sides gradually narrowed, he saw clearly the leader of the group - Mr. Alfred von Genz, Prime Minister Metternich's close assistant.
He was also looking at himself while talking frequently to another person next to him.
As for the people around him, Aigron didn't know him, but judging from Mr. Genz's attitude, it seemed that he was definitely not a small person.
So you are a diplomat? Aiglon thought.
But if you are a diplomat, what reason do you have to come to see yourself? He still doesn't quite understand.
While he was thinking, Mr. Genz walked up to him with the people around him.
"Your Highness, I heard that you were out for a walk, so we came here to find you. We hope we won't disturb you, Your Highness." Then Mr. Genz bowed to him with his usual politeness and indifference.
"It's okay, it's just...what do you want?" Aigron asked doubtfully, "No one informed me who I was going to meet today."
"I'm sorry, Your Highness. It was our guest who insisted on coming to see you, so I had to apply temporarily. It was too late to inform you in advance. Please forgive me." Mr. Genz replied quickly.
"Forget it this time, please don't let it happen again." Aigron replied coldly.
Although he was not very polite on the surface, he was not angry because what happened now surprised him.
It was clear that it was unusual for someone to be so accommodating to a close aide to a prime minister.
Mr. Genz just described him as a "guest", so he should not be Austrian - so is he some kind of diplomatic envoy?
With doubts, he looked at the other party carefully.
This is a middle-aged man who is about forty or fifty years old. He is tall, with a ruddy complexion, a broad forehead and deep eye sockets. Although his dark brown hair is slightly sparse, it can still be seen that he used to look good when he was young. While the young man was sizing him up, he was also sizing up Aiglon. His eyes were smart and sharp, and he could tell that he was sophisticated and deeply scheming.
"My name is Fenique Gordon. I am not a diplomat, just a civilian, Your Highness." Before Egron could ask the question, he bowed respectfully to the young man. "I came to Vienna for a trip. I had already prepared I left, but I suddenly wanted to come and visit you to make the trip worthwhile, so I asked Mr. Genz to accommodate me... I hope you won't be angry."
"I don't believe that any passerby can be accommodating to Mr. Gentz." Aigron continued to look at the other person. "If you are not a diplomat, then you may be a terrible person or a dangerous desperado."
Being choked by him, the two people opposite couldn't help but smile at each other.
"You're going a bit too far." After laughing, Mr. Gordon replied calmly, "But maybe it's not unreasonable."
"Well, even desperadoes are more interesting than mediocre people." Aigron spread his hands, "Then what do you want to do to visit me?"
"There is no other reason, just some curiosity - what did Napoleon's son look like?" Mr. Gordon replied calmly, "Although I have heard the descriptions of Mr. Metternich and Mr. Genz before, but I am enthusiastic My curiosity still drives me to see it with my own eyes.”
Aigron was stunned.
Not just because of what he said, but also because of the language he spoke - this time he had switched to French.
There is no doubt that the aristocracy on the European continent these days all speak French. Veterans like Mr. Gentz who are involved in diplomacy are even more proficient in French, but it definitely means something profound to go out of their way to speak French in front of him.
Aigron glanced at Genz and found that he was still expressionless and showed no intention to stop him, so he became even more curious.
A little excitement and uneasiness made him a little distracted, but he quickly recovered and looked at the other party calmly again.
"Then you've seen it now." He replied also in French. "Can you give me any advice?"
Mr. Gordon did not answer immediately. He just continued to look at the young man, sometimes thoughtfully, and seemed to have a lot of emotion.
"I didn't expect that only this little bit of the ashes of twenty years would be left." Suddenly, he let out a small sigh. "Poor France, it's all wasted!"
Aigron frowned. "What are you talking about?"
"Actually, Mr. Gordon is an important assistant to His Excellency the Duke of Orleans." Mr. Gentz added impatiently. "He probably remembered some things from the past."
"Duke Orleans..." Aiglon stopped immediately.
"You see, everyone can't escape the label on their head." Phoenix Gordon smiled bitterly, "Your Highness, he is right, but my visit to you this time is really just my own whim, not the Duke's. Your Excellency's order...can you please enjoy it for a moment longer? I want to talk to you again."
