June 18, 1815 is destined to be a day that will forever be recorded in history.

On this day, in Waterloo, an obscure town in Belgium, a battle is being fought to determine the fate of an empire.

Since the early morning, the French army has been engaged in a desperate struggle with the Anglo-Dutch coalition army, and in just a few hours, tens of thousands of people have been bloodstained on the battlefield.

Hundreds of cannons roared incessantly, as if conveying the roar of God, and the smoke and dust mixed with blood and blood filled the battlefield within a radius of dozens of miles, making everything seem so illusory.

The hero, who claimed to overlook the whole world, was standing on the high ground next to Rosom Village, looking down at his soldiers with a blank face, and launched almost desperate attacks on the British front again and again.

He watched tens of thousands of soldiers from all over France, wearing Chinese and American uniforms, fighting bloodily for him. In his twenty years of military service, he had long been 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, and he was an incomparable genius in the eyes of his soldiers, leading them to glory and glory.

And today, after repeated attacks that still failed to break through the defensive line laid out by the British commander Arthur Wellesley, he vaguely felt that he could no longer give victory to the French today.

God seems to be punishing his previous good fortune.

The Emperor paced restlessly.

It's sunset.

At this time, a vague black shadow appeared on the horizon of the sky, although the approach of the black shadow was soon determined, it was an army in advance.

"Is Grouch here?" He muttered to himself.

He was looking forward to it with the people around him.

All it takes is this good luck, one good time...... His Majesty the Emperor prayed secretly in his heart.

However, after only a few more minutes, his hands and feet stiffened in disappointment.

That army flew the Prussian eagle flag.

The rolling legion numbered tens of thousands, and it would be a decisive weight in the twilight when both armies were exhausted.

And this weight is obviously going to be added to the British.

Albion, you have won!

There seemed to be an unquestionable verdict in the sky.

The fighting continued, but the arrival of the Prussian fresh army was enough to decide everything.

At such an instant, even the most indomitable warrior could not help but be restrained by fear, lost the courage to continue fighting in fear, and could not help but wail at the inevitable defeat.

The wails were scattered at first, but they immediately resonated everywhere, and finally converged into an unstoppable torrent that carried the soldiers fleeing in the opposite direction of the enemy.

At first, some officers tried to stop the rout, but soon they found themselves powerless, and even fled backwards with the rout.

Although the front-line troops fled one by one, the entire battlefield collapsed, and soon even the emperor himself could not prevent the rout.

The Emperor and his retinue and staff officers witnessed this from the farm, and the younger officers wept in their grief and indignation, cursing the fleeing cowards for ruining everything.

And the emperor himself just stood in place, looking at the torrent of rout with a pale face, without saying a word.

He did not reproach the fleeers.

The French nation fought for him until now, paid the blood of millions of people, did not abandon him even when he was at his worst, and still followed him to rise up again and come here.

They had sacrificed enough, and no one could reproach the French for not being loyal and brave enough.

Emperor Napoleon slowly closed his eyes, savoring the pain that he could never get rid of in this life.

He didn't suffer for himself, he had already tasted the pain of being a prisoner a year ago, and it would not be the end of the world again, he could afford it.

He was suffering for his heir.

The child he brought to the world in order to inherit his career, the child he once had high hopes for, the child who brought him so much joy......

I can't leave him with anything.

The emperor, who had shaken Europe for twenty years and dominated Europe for ten years, 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 stained the land of Europe with blood, even at Schönbrunn Palace in Vienna.

In one of the suites in the palace, the maids came and went anxiously, tending to a child lying on a hospital bed.

He had long blond hair, was a little delirious from a severe cold, and large beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

He was the Emperor as Aiglon was called, the Dauphin of the French Empire and the King of Rome, and Napoleon II, who was once destined to inherit Napoleon's career.

Now only 4 years old, he can already understand the meaning of the words "empire" and "emperor", but of course he could not have known that even today, his father has lost the entire empire, and he has lost all the glory that surrounds him.

It was impossible for him to even see his father again.

Last year, in 1814, when Emperor Napoleon abdicated for the first time, at the "invitation" of Austrian Emperor Franz, the Empress of France, that is, his daughter Louisa, came to the Austrian palace with her son on May 21 and became a hostage wearing a crown.

From then on, until Napoleon's death in 1821, father and son, husband and wife, never saw each other again.

"Agron? Aiglon? ”

The mother, sitting at the head of the bed, looked anxiously and sadly at her seriously ill son, and called from time to time.

Since the first two days, her son has been suffering from a high fever, and the doctor said that it is even life-threatening.

Ignorant of medicine, she could do nothing but sit helplessly on the edge of the bed, lamenting the merciless tricks of fate on her, while praying inwardly that everything would not at least get worse.

As if in response to her prayers, the child slowly opened his eyes, and his blue eyes looked at his mother with a confused gaze.

"Aiglon, you're finally awake!"

Louisa, who still has the theoretical title of queen, can no longer care about the royal decency, and gently embraces her son.

However, she would never have imagined that the soul that remained in the child's body at this moment would be replaced by a high fever just now.

Perhaps the burning of the flames of the battlefield of Waterloo could not bear the soul of Napoleon's son.

………………

Didn't I fall asleep in the library just now? Why do you suddenly change places as soon as you open your eyes?

Chu Ying, who was confused, was stunned to find that she seemed to have come to a completely unfamiliar world, and this was obviously not China.

Am I dreaming? Where is this? Why am I here?

Also, why can I understand what they are saying?

All kinds of questions came along, and he could no longer think about it, because the lady in front of him was grabbing his shoulders and shaking them gently.

Wait a minute...... My body?

How did I become a child?

He was horrified to discover an even more terrible truth.

The residual pain of the high fever in his body told him that all this was not a dream.

"Aiglon, are you alright?" The lady dressed as a Western lady in front of her asked with a smile of surprise with residual tears.

"I ...... I'm okay. Confused and sleepy, he blurted out.

The woman's face contorted from surprise to surprise, and she looked at the doctor next to her in horror.

"God, save him, he's already talking nonsense!"

The doctor hurriedly came over and carefully examined the child's body.

"Don't be alarmed, ma'am." After a moment, he looked at Queen Louisa. "He's already healed, and he probably hasn't gotten used to it yet, just need to sleep a little more."

"Are you really okay?" Louisa was still in shock.

"It's okay, you see, his temperature is already dropping." The doctor smiled to reassure her, then pointed to his forehead.

Empress Louisa raised her right hand and stroked her son's forehead.

"Thank God......" she breathed a sigh of relief, "it's much better." ”

After saying that, she hugged her son again, "Poor child......"

Chu Ying didn't say a word, just lay blankly, feeling the woman's embrace.

He has realized that the current situation is definitely not normal - he should have crossed over like the protagonist of the web novel.

So the question is, where have you traveled to? What's different about the world here?

A four-year-old child himself is unlikely to have any coherent memories and conscious judgments, and all he can retrieve in his mind is a pile of fragments.

But even with such a pile of fragmented memories, he was slowly able to piece together some details.

Children's memories include the Tuileries, Fontainebleau, the crown, and the warmth of the embrace...... Father's arms.

Father...... Oh, my God! It's that person!

In the arms of Her Majesty the Empress, Chu Ying's eyes widened and she looked at the gilded decorations on the ceiling in a daze.

As an amateur European history buff, he certainly knows what all these details mean and who he is now.

The more important question is that although we don't know the exact date of today, "I" is now 4 years old, which means that this is the disastrous year 1815 for the Bonaparte family.

Roman king, you and your father have just lost everything......

Thinking of this, Chu Ying closed her eyes and let out a silent lament, not knowing whether it was for this child or for herself.

[The name of the Roman king was Napoléon-François -Joseph-Charles-Bonapart, and the Emperor Napoleon also gave him the nickname Aiglon, which means "young eagle."]

After arriving in Austria, on July 22, 1818, his maternal grandfather, Emperor Franz I of Austria, issued an edict canceling his Napoleonic name and replacing it with the Germanized "Franz" as his new name; At the same time, he was stripped of all other titles of King of Rome and made him Duke of Lechstedt.

Therefore, in this work at different times and occasions, the characters will have different names for the protagonists, please don't be surprised]