By the time the news of the Duke of Lechstedt accidentally falling from his horse while hunting reached the Chancellery's residence in Vienna, it was already early afternoon.

Prince Metternich, who had just finished lunch, was shocked to hear the news, interrupted his nap, and instructed the people around him to call the police chief and his assistants.

After giving the order, he sat back down at his desk and looked out the window at the bright clear sky.

"God always surprises us."

After a while, he let out a sigh that he didn't know whether to regret or delight.

Soon, both the Inspector General of Police and his assistant Mr. Friedrich von Genz arrived at his office.

Friedrich von Genz was a middle-aged man with deep eyes and a melancholy expression on his face.

He was a confidant of Metternich and a diplomat and writer who is now known in Europe.

He was born in Prussia to Huguenots who had been expelled from France. In his early years, he was a liberal and a staunch opponent of the Bourbon monarchy in France and Spain, but when the Revolution was launched, he, like the English philosopher Burke, rose up firmly against France and the Revolution.

In his view, the best order in the world is not new, but old—an ancient feudal system in which each class takes its place, and each class runs the society according to its own rights.

Therefore, he believed that the rebellion of the Third Estate, which had destroyed all order in France, must ultimately be responsible for the blood shed in Europe.

"In less than six weeks, they have already destroyed these three basic conditions. The third-estate representatives were not given the slightest authorization; Shamefully trampling on the rights of the other hierarchies, they declared themselves to constitute a separate National Assembly. That's what he mentions in his book.

After the whole era of the Revolution and the Napoleonic Wars, the liberal ideals of his youth have long since died, and he and Metternich agree that this is a time when the essence of tradition is declining, and that the sole function of the statesman is to do his best to preserve the good tradition and the old system until it is completely dead, leaving the rest to the posterity.

Knowing that his career will inevitably become an empty talk, he is often dominated by despair, and his life is only a shell, and all that remains is the cynicism of chasing fame, fortune and beauty.

Even so, he was a good diplomat, and from 1812 onwards Genz was in close contact with all the great events of the continent, and he was Metternich's closest assistant, close friend, and adviser, and the two men worked together very happily until his death.

After both men arrived in the office, the Prime Minister got straight to the point.

"I just received news that Duke Lechstedt was injured in a fall from his horse while hunting on the outskirts of Schönbrunn Palace, and his fate is unknown."

Both men were a little stunned, but both quickly regained their composure.

"You have to block the news, although this matter will soon spread throughout the country and even all of Europe, but at least the initiative should be on us, and it is up to me to decide how to release the news." The Prince ordered the Inspector General of Police, "Also, if something happens to the Duke of Lechstedt, it will cause a commotion, so be prepared." In particular, care should be taken not to allow anyone to spread rumors and concentrate hatred on Austria. ”

"Yes." The Inspector General of Police accepted the order.

After giving the order, Prince Metternich regained his usual composure.

"If he really dies like this, it might be a relief for everyone, including himself." After a moment of silence, Prince Metternich said sullenly, "It is not permissible for a man like him to continue in his present situation. ”

"And ...... you mean?" The Superintendent of Police seemed to understand what he meant. "We just don't care, let's see him see God sooner?"

"Stupid!" Metternich glared at his subordinates, "We can't afford to have the infamy of murdering him, we have to do our best." Send him the best doctor! Let God decide the rest, and if God decides to relieve the suffering of all people sooner, then we will follow His will. ”

"Yes, understood." The Inspector General of Police bowed his head to the order.

"If it really is the worst-case scenario, the King of France will be so happy that he will jump out of bed, and the name that haunts him will soon disappear completely." The prince exclaimed to his assistant Gentz, "What luck he is! Both brothers died in front of him, and even his nephew Louis XVII and Napoleon's father and son could not survive him! ”

"There are other heirs to the Bonapartes." Mr. Gentz replied in a whisper.

"But there is only one heir to Napoleon, and if he dies, it means that Napoleon is gone, and no one in the Bonaparte family can have his appeal." Prince Metternich shook his head.

Although they all knew that Napoleon had illegitimate children, in the spectrum of orthodoxy they were all non-existent.

The Duke of Anghien was also the only son of the Prince of Condé, but Napoleon did not hesitate to shoot him...... Maybe that's retribution. Gentz shrugged his shoulders and let out a mocking.

There was silence in the room again, and they recalled the dusty past.

In 1804, in retaliation for the attempted assassination of the royalists, Napoleon sent gendarmes to capture the Duke of Anghien, who was in exile in Baden, back to France and then shot him directly.

"The Bourbons are not in a position to rejoice too soon, and even if the Bonapes leave the country for the time being, they still have a vicious enemy lying in the heart of France...... Your Highness, the envoy of the Duke of Orleans came to Vienna yesterday, and I was about to report to you. Mr. Gentz shrugged, "Don't forget, the Orleans family has no shortage of heirs. ”

"Oh, Frenchman!" His Royal Highness let out a sneer full of sarcasm.

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The "Duke of Lechstedt's fall from his horse" was like a pebble thrown into a lake, causing an uproar at Schönbrunn Palace and Vienna, with whispers everywhere, some sad and some secretly happy.

Only at the center of the turmoil, everything is calm again.

Aiglon was lying in his room, soaking in the deep darkness.

He had been hastily carried back, and before he lost consciousness, all he remembered was Sophie holding him tightly, tears raining down on his cheeks and arms.

Seeing her so heartbroken, Aglon only felt the pain in his body lighten a little, and then he felt his body float as if it were floating on the water, and then he fainted.

Even in the 21st century, there are still many celebrities who have died or been seriously injured by falling from a horse, but he did not expect that when he came to this world, he would suffer such a bad luck.

Perhaps this child has been doomed since birth.

But...... This is definitely not the outcome he wants to accept.

No...... It must not fall here...... I haven't been freed...... I still have so much to do......

I can't live shorter than the original owner of this body, and I can't be a laughing stock for myself and others!

I don't know how long it took, but with anger and unwillingness, the boy finally stubbornly regained his consciousness.

There was silence all around, as if nothing could be heard.

"Your Majesty...... Your Majesty......"

"Your Majesty...... Please wake up......"

A soft call slowly converged into his ears.

What Your Majesty...... Is Emperor Franz here now?

No, no, it seems to be saying to me.

What kind of majesty am I?! My empire is long gone!

The electric currents of consciousness stimulated his brain, and he slowly opened his eyes.

"Your Majesty! Your Majesty! ”

The voice grew louder and louder, and the tone became more and more rapid, full of excitement and happiness.

Am I dreaming?

The blurred vision slowly focused, and then he realized that he was not dreaming.

A young girl dressed in a black maid's costume and wearing a white apron crouched beside her.

She looked a little older than herself, petite in stature, with pretty features, blonde hair pouring down from her white turban, and blue eyes full of tears, all the while looking at her.

It's pretty good-looking, but it's ...... What the hell is going on?

Aglon looked around and found himself lying on the bed in his room, with no one around.

Judging by the darkness outside the window, it must be early in the morning.

"Who are you......?" He asked in a low voice, ignoring the pain in his body.

"Your Majesty...... God willing, you're finally awake......" Seeing that Aglon regained consciousness, the maid's crying grew thicker and thicker, and she was glad that he had woken up.

"Who the hell are you! Answer me. Aglon was getting impatient.

At this time, he suddenly noticed another anomaly.

The maid spoke not the usual German language in the Habsburg court, but French.

"Are you French......?"

"Your Majesty...... Please let me slow down......" The maid gasped violently for a few moments, and then finally regained her composure, "I am the maid who accompanied Princess Sophie, and came from Bavaria with her...... Today she sent me to take care of you because she was worried. ”

"So you're Bavarian?" Aiglon finally understood the situation a little.

"No, Your Majesty, I'm French." The maid shook her head slightly, "My father was an officer who served in the Imperial Army, and he died in 1815...... I fled to Bavaria with my family, and your brother took us in and took care of us as we grew up, but it's a pity that such a good man died young......"

That is, she was the orphan of an imperial officer, was taken in by Eugène de Beauharnet, and then followed Princess Sophie, who married to the Austrian court, as a maid to Schönbrunn Palace.

Because his thoughts were too complicated, he had a headache.

"Why do you call me Your Majesty?" To divert attention, he asked a question that seemed pointless.

"Because you are Your Majesty...... You are the one destined to inherit the empire! The maid replied in a tone of course, "There is no one to whom I need allegiance but you." ”

This answer made Aglon surprised and dazed.

"Empire, where do I still have the Empire......" he smiled wryly.

"No, as long as you're alive, there's an empire, and we'll have!" The maid comforted him anxiously, "Your Majesty, I ask you not to be discouraged, God will take care of you after all!" ”

Aiglon could tell that her excitement was from the heart.

This heart is a little touching.

"And what's your name?" Aiglon asked again.

"My name is Chanel, Your Majesty." The maid stood up, bowed to him, and replied respectfully. "Chanel Noel. I've been waiting for a long time since I came here, and today I finally got my chance...... Your Majesty, please let me do my little bit for you! ”