"Okay......"

Her Royal Highness's words, although the voice was soft, still gave Aglon enough encouragement, and he slammed her into his arms, and then closed his eyes slightly, enjoying the beautiful touch of the moment.

The thunderous applause from the audience seemed to be a gift to them and a celebration of their warm moment.

It wasn't the first time he had hugged Sophie, and it wouldn't be the last, in fact he deliberately made such a request again, just to get her used to it all.

He knew that he always had the shadow of a little boy in Sophie's mind, but as long as he kept asking and hugging so strongly, she would eventually get used to him standing on the stronger side and looking at each other with normal eyes.

Aiglon opened her eyes and looked at the side of the princess's face, and although she tried to tense her face, the slightly squinted eyes, and the joy rippling in her eyes, completely revealed what she really thought in her heart at the moment.

She is not helpless to cater to the willful demands of young people out of doting, but she is really enjoying the time that belongs to two people.

The two of them hugged for a few moments before Aglon reluctantly let go of his arms.

Sophie's face was slightly red, she lowered her gaze, and straightened her messed dress, and the nervousness with a slightly shy look made him feel heartbroken again.

Yes, although she has given too many concessions, but this is not enough, he is not satisfied, and it is impossible for him to be satisfied.

Besides, is she satisfied?

"Alright, it's getting late, Aiglon, we should go back." Sophie turned her face away, avoiding the teenager's aggressive gaze and trying to get her demeanor back to normal. "Next time, I'll bring you over early, let's see the rehearsal, otherwise I really can't rest assured."

It was a great benefit to Aglon, so he hurriedly agreed. "I'll be sorry for you."

So, as usual, the two men walked out of the box together, and walked out of the theater and back to the carriage under the leadership of Captain Forrestie.

As the carriage slowly started in the night, they set out on their way back again.

However, unlike usual, as soon as he got into the car, Aiglon, who was sitting next to Sophie, took the initiative to move closer, and then reached out to hold the hand of Her Royal Highness the Princess.

Sophie, who was originally in deep thought, was taken aback, and subconsciously wanted to withdraw her hand, but she couldn't succeed, and she couldn't help but scold the young man's bold move in anxiety.

"We're no longer in the box, Aglon, watch your behavior!"

"So you're only willing to get close to me when you're playing Sophia Memmingen?" Undeterred, Aglon looked at Princess Sophie and asked, "You only like to play games when you're in the mood?" ”

"No...... I certainly didn't mean that. In a panic, Princess Sophie hurriedly denied it, "I'm just saying, don't be too impulsive and make trouble for yourself." ”

"I'm not afraid of trouble." Aglon replied stubbornly, "Besides, there's no one here to stop us right now. Don't worry, when I get back to that hellish place, I'll play my part and won't trouble you. ”

"Hey......" After listening to his words, Princess Sophie sighed, and then looked out the window with a little interest, "Sooner or later, no one will be able to control our ......"

After whispering this, she acquiesced in the young man's offensive behavior, and the two of them held each other for the rest of the journey, and did not separate until they got out of the carriage.

"Good night, Aiglon." After getting out of the car, Princess Sophie reluctantly waved to the young man before leaving.

So, isn't she happy? Looking at her departing back, the young man thought.

He had already tested the answer he wanted, so he believed that the day when he finally achieved his goal would not be far away.

With a sense of self-satisfaction, he leisurely returned to his bedroom, and at this time, Chanel ran over to greet him.

"Your Highness......"

"Chanel, what's the matter?" Aglon hurriedly asked.

"Count Dietrich Stein has sent me a letter to-day, please take a look at it." Chanel replied in a whisper.

"Bring it to me." Agron nodded.

Soon, he took the envelope from Chanel's hand, then opened it and took out the letter from inside.

The material of the letter paper is very particular, and there is a floral emblem on the head, which seems to have been soaked in perfume, so there is a faint fragrance.

"Your Royal Highness the Duke of Lechstedt,

I am very honored to have your permission to meet you after taking the liberty of requesting to meet you, and thank you very much for being so magnanimous and for giving me such a glorious opportunity, regardless of your previous grievances.

Although I suffered a little in your father's dynasty as a member of the aristocratic exile, now that those grievances are a thing of the past, I have great respect for your father and you, and I am very happy to see that you love France so much in spite of Austria that you are willing to sacrifice your personal interests for her.

Through my connections, I have received approval from the Austrian government and will be visiting you the day after tomorrow and looking forward to meeting you.

I have heard more than once that you have grown into a wonderful and sensible prince, and judging by what you have done so far, this is not empty talk, and I believe that I have seen more of your admirable qualities in you.

Count Gabriel de Theller Wein, Ambassador Extraordinary and Plenipotentiary of France to Austria, salutes you. ”

Aiglon quickly scanned the letter and found that it was written by the French ambassador to Austria.

The tone of the letter was very humble, as if he was really facing a prince.

Aiglon was a little puzzled as to why the ambassador was so polite to him, but it was certainly good to have someone to be polite and respectful to him.

Thinking of this, Aglon happily put the letter back in the envelope and handed it back to Chanel.

Then he spoke again.

"Chanel, in two days the French ambassador, Count Taylor Win, will come to visit me...... You can help me prepare. I can't be disgraced in front of him. ”

To Aglon's surprise, as soon as he heard the surname, Chanel's face suddenly turned pale, his hands trembled, and he almost dropped the letter to the ground.

"Earl Taylor Win?"

"What's wrong?" Aiglon felt a little strange when he saw her reaction.

After a moment, he seemed to think of something. "Have you heard of this man? His name was Gabriel. ”

"Oh my God......" Chanel gasped. That's him! ”

Aiglon looked at Chanel silently, waiting for her explanation—but he had already guessed.

Under his gaze, Chanel gradually regained his composure, "Your Highness...... In order to purge the supporters of the Empire, the Restoration Dynasty sent a large number of special procurators to inspect various places, and the procurators who came to clean up our province were called by this name...... My aunt pronounced that name before she died! ”

Aiglon got it perfectly.

"In other words, he presided over or acquiesced in the massacre of your family?" He knew that the question was a bit cruel, so he deliberately lowered his voice.

Chanel nodded heavily, "I'm afraid...... I'm afraid so. ”

In 1815, eleven years earlier, the exiled nobleman had been entrusted with the task of purging the rebels in a southern province by the Restoration Court; Eleven years later, he had been appointed French ambassador to Austria, which was a rise in the blue.

Aiglon looked at Chanel again, and he saw that she was now with her head bowed, her eyebrows furrowed, her breathing short, her eyes flashing with a fierce light, and hatred overflowing from almost every inch of her skin.

Indeed, this is the hatred of the family.

"Although we do not rule out the slight possibility of having the same name, we are almost certain that this ambassador is your enemy?" After a long silence, Aglon asked.

"Your Highness, if it is confirmed, you will ...... Will you help me get revenge? Chanel looked up at him, then asked hopefully.

Aglon sighed.

"If it were now, I wouldn't. Far from hating him, I will be polite and courteous, and I will not let him feel any hatred, because only then will it be good for me and good for us. He replied calmly, "But I can promise you that if we do counterattack one day, your enemies will not survive anywhere—this is my most basic morality to my followers." Chanel, I know it's a bit difficult for you to be considerate of me on this matter, but, please be considerate of me. ”

The corners of Chanel's mouth twitched slightly, and he nodded painfully.

"I know, I know it's supposed to be like this...... Your Highness, you are right. ”

"Thank you for your understanding." Aiglon breathed a sigh of relief, "Okay, in that case, I won't force you to show up, I'll receive him myself when the time comes, you can avoid it." ”

"No, Your Highness...... I beg you to let me be there! When Chanel heard this, he was anxious, and hurriedly asked Agron, "I...... I've only known this name for a long time, so I don't know who to vent my hatred to...... Now that I finally have the opportunity, I want to remember his face and engrave him in my heart, please give me permission! ”

Aiglon hesitated.

Chanel's loyalty was unquestionable, but if she was too agitated and hateful when she received the ambassador, it would be troublesome and very bad for herself.

However, if he forcibly refuses now, Chanel will be grief-stricken even if he obeys.

So, should you trust her?

"Your Highness, I will do my best to restrain myself." Chanel seemed to guess Agron's struggle, and replied with a wry smile, "I won't trouble you. ”

Well, Chanel, then believe in you once, you deserve a chance. Aglon made up his mind.

"Don't talk when the time comes, just stand quietly to the side, and don't do superfluous things without my instructions." He looked at the maid and calmly instructed the other party, "Chanel, I won't lie to you by saying anything beautiful and big, I just want to tell you that since you have pinned your hopes on me, you must obey my orders, no matter how difficult it is, I will take care of the rest, understand?" ”

"Yes, Your Highness." Chanel immediately agreed.

However, she cried out, and then wiped her tears with her sleeve regardless of her manners, "But, please let me cry now, okay?" I won't cry anymore. ”

Aiglon understood her feelings, so he stood up and gently handed his handkerchief to the other party, "It's okay, you can cry enough today." ”

"Whoa......" Chanel took the handkerchief and cried.

"Don't worry, it's all going to pass." Aiglon comforted her as he stroked her blonde hair. "Today's patience is definitely not worthless, I promise you."

Under his comfort, the girl's sobs finally calmed down, and then she leaned her head on his shoulder, closed her eyes slightly, and muttered to herself.

"Yes, Your Highness. As long as you're there, there's hope......"