Eagle’s Glory

"Glory of the Young Eagle ()" Find the latest chapter!

The snow has not stopped overnight, bringing a seemingly eternal tranquility to the capital of the empire.

Snow covered the entire land overnight, turning Schönbrunn Palace into a white fairy tale world.

And in the hazy morning, several carriages galloped in and rushed to the palace.

With the help of his servants, the Imperial Prime Minister got out of the carriage.

He looked tired as if he had been awakened from sleep, but besides the tiredness, there was more anger on his exquisite face at this moment.

A rage that one's own carefully crafted plans were aborted when they were just getting started.

An anger that is out of control and not knowing what the future holds.

"Where is she now?!" With anger, he asked the chief of police who had arrived before him.

"His Royal Highness Sophie is recuperating in her room." The police chief replied in a low voice, "His Majesty was very angry and ordered her not to take a step."

Perhaps it was because he saw that His Excellency the Prime Minister was extremely angry, so he didn't dare to vent his anger, for fear that he would offend His Excellency.

"She can still live in her luxurious suite instead of a prison cell, it only shows that our country is too magnanimous!" Metternich twitched the corner of his mouth, then gritted his teeth and said, "Then, let us go and see This willful, rash, arrogant and stupid lady."

Then, he seemed to think of something, "Has everyone been arranged?"

"Our people have already been dispatched. They will mobilize the police and spies from all over the place to closely investigate the whereabouts of that person. In addition... Please ask His Majesty to authorize them to mobilize the army when necessary."

"Yes, I will explain to His Majesty immediately." Metternich nodded, and then added, "If someone is found and he resists arrest, he can be shot."

"Yes!" The police chief responded. "I'll pass on the order right away."

Metternich raised his head, the snowy sky looked so gloomy, which made people feel heavy.

The old man, who had always thought that the situation was under control, was suddenly at a loss.

"If you have a good life, you have to ask for trouble and cause trouble for everyone, and don't think about where in the world you can be accommodated!" He couldn't help cursing in a low voice.

Then, surrounded by everyone, he walked into the palace.

In the dark room, Princess Sophie sat quietly on the sofa, staring blankly at the void in front of her.

Just like in the theater, she is now wearing a plain dress, and her long hair, which was combed carefully every day, is now scattered. The whole person's attire is incompatible with the luxurious furnishings in the room.

At this moment, there were still tears on her face, her eyes were loose and cloudy, and her whole body was full of heartache and despair.

The door was opened, and light from outside leaked in, but she didn't notice it.

Metternich walked into the room, and then carefully looked at the prince and concubine.

The relationship between the two is not good. Sophie's arrogant attitude has angered the authoritarian Prime Minister many times, but at this time he is not in the mood to gloat.

"Where did he go?" he asked directly.

Sophie raised her head, glanced at Metternich, and then looked away uninterestedly, as if she didn't bother to talk to him anymore.

"You are doing a very, very stupid thing, whether it is to yourself or to that person." Metternich suppressed his anger, and then said to her, "You have made an unforgivable mistake, and the empire It has caused serious injury, and will seriously threaten the life of His Highness—I am not afraid to tell you that I have ordered that you can shoot him if necessary when he is captured. So now you'd better cooperate with us to bring him down. Bring it back, so that everything will not fall into the worst consequences!"

Sophie lowered her gaze, as if unaware of his harsh words.

Metternich, who was already in a hurry, was even more detonated at this time.

"Arrogant and willful stupid woman! Don't think you can put on airs in front of us!" He frowned tightly,

He reprimanded sharply, "Because of your willfulness, you have brought yourself, us, and the whole of Europe a lot of disasters. Don't you have any awareness? You will be punished as you deserve! Now, you'd better be honest One point, leave some leeway for yourself, and give him a life! Otherwise, you can't bear the consequences!"

His angry scolding made Sophie finally raise her head, narrowing her eyes and staring at him.

"Stop playing with me here, old man." Then Sophie said coldly, "It's not your turn to punish me. Besides, I have nothing to tell you, because I have nothing No idea, he didn't tell me anything."

"I didn't tell you anything!" Metternich looked disbelieving.

"You taught this little bastard, so what do you think?" Sophie glared at the prime minister with anger and resentment, "I advise you not to waste your precious time with me, I just want to be quiet and not listen A wretched old man making noise in front of me!"

"Why, you still feel wronged?" Metternich sneered angrily.

He had already seen that Sophie really didn't know anything about that person's next whereabouts, but this made him even more angry.

"You are greedy and indulgent, arrogant, but you have nothing good. The only time in your life you got lucky and just crawled out of the body of a queen... I don't think Vienna should have a place for you, but Babylon has you." Location!"

The face-to-face humiliation made Sophie instantly ignite with raging anger.

"Perhaps I am, and you? You are so dissolute and violent, I don't think Babylon can accommodate you, but Pompeii is very suitable! You should be burned in the sky and baptized, and then buried forever in the smell of sulfur Hear the wail of hell from the mounds of the earth!"

She looked at Metternich and said word by word, "You guys have several times and dozens of times more than I have a romantic history, but you only laugh at me for falling in love with a poor man who gets along day and night, and then give the charge of infidelity to me. I... ok I admit I deserve hell, but I'm glad to see you huddled at the bottom!"

Metternich was stunned, he didn't expect her to be so energetic at this time.

Is it because you are born with a lack of nerves, or is your mind so slow that you don't understand that you can no longer boss around?

"You will pay the price."

"Yeah, I'm willing to give, okay? Get out now! Get out of here!" She glared at Metternich, then raised her finger to the door. "I don't want to see you again, you make me sick!"

Looking at the pale and old face of the other party, Sophie felt extremely disgusted in her heart, and her stomach was churning. Her body, which was already very weak from the mental blow, could no longer bear this extremely uncomfortable feeling, so she covered her hands Opened his mouth and retched.

Seeing her sudden performance, everyone was stunned.

Prime Minister Metternich and the people next to him looked at each other quietly.

A very bad guess suddenly appeared in his heart.

No matter whether this guess is right or not, he can no longer stay here like this.

"Take a good rest first." He returned to his normal sense, and then led the others out of the room.

"Your Excellency..." After walking out of the room, the police chief lowered his voice, as if he wanted to confirm something, "They...they have an affair?"

"Shut up, don't think about anything." Metternich interrupted him coldly, "At your age, you shouldn't need me to remind you what to see, right?"

The Superintendent of Police resumed his indifferent expression, and said nothing more.

After seeing off Metternich and others, Sophie, who hadn't slept all night, finally couldn't resist the mental exhaustion and fell asleep.

When she opened her eyes again, she found her sister, Queen Caroline, sitting beside the bed.

"Fortunately, it was you who saw it... Otherwise, I was afraid that I would faint again." She smiled wryly.

"You are really the biggest fool in the world I have ever seen." The queen looked at her coldly, "It's fine if you want to find happiness, but you still let yourself... let yourself suffer the consequences, haven't you asked about what you should do?" How to avoid falling into this result?"

"So, I really...really already..." Sophie looked at the queen, but she didn't look too shocked.

Queen Caroline didn't answer, just looked at her coldly.

"I was careful at the beginning, but then I didn't care." Sophie lowered her gaze, "I only felt the joy of living when I was with him...so I would rather let God arrange it."

"Fool!" The Queen scolded her again, "Do you think that guy will thank you? He only has himself in his heart! He abandoned you mercilessly for the great cause of his fantasy, and look at you now What's left?"

"What are you afraid of... Whatever they do." Sophie smiled wryly. "At worst, send me back to Bavaria, or send me to a monastery. I can only wish for it."

"You...you are really crazy..." Her Majesty was heartbroken, but there was nothing she could do, and finally her anger fell on the missing young man.

"I wish he was caught and beheaded!" she cursed under her breath.

"In that case, I will definitely be there..." Sophie replied with a wry smile.

"Why, do you still want to be like that Queen Margot, holding your lover's head and crying?" Queen Caroline asked back.

"No... I will die together." Sophie replied with a smile, but tears fell from her eyes at the same time. "There's no point in living anyway."

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In the office usually used by His Majesty the Emperor, Prime Minister Metternich stood quietly beside the throne, looking respectfully at the supreme ruler of the empire.

The news he just received from the doctor shocked him so much that he was even a little dazed now.

His Majesty the Emperor seemed to be doing the same. The two elderly people looked at each other, not knowing how to respond for a while.

"Your Majesty, what should we do?" After a long silence, Prime Minister Metternich asked solemnly in the quiet room.

After a long silence, His Majesty the Emperor replied, "Since the matter has come to this point, come down no matter what."

Metternich did not ask His Majesty, but nodded gently.

"That's fine, maybe we have an extra hostage in our hands."

He didn't expect that his original plan would continue to unfold in such a strange way.

Should it be said that God's will is mysterious?

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It's snowing again.

Princess Teresa sat by the window of her study, watching the snowflakes fall quietly.

Since she learned the bad news, she has been staying in the study with her head depressed, and the people in the family also sympathized with the mental blow she suffered, so no one came to disturb her, just waiting for her to slowly recover from the trauma.

However, from great joy to great sorrow, it is not easy to get out of it.

She stared blankly out of the window, but she knew in her heart that it might be impossible for that young man to step in again.

Why... Do you have to let yourself bear such a big danger?

Do you really hate me that much?

The more she thought about it, the more wronged she became, and she almost shed tears again.

I don't know if His Highness is cold at this time?

At this moment, there was a sound of opening the door, Teresa looked up and found that her father was striding in.

His expression was terribly serious.

He has been like this all this time, and it can be seen that he is completely irritated.

In essence, he was more angry that "the Duke of Lechstedt fled from Austria" than that "he fled immediately after agreeing to marry Theresa".

The boy backtracked, and what he said in front of his wife was still in his ears, but he turned around and chose to escape. His vicious and shameless actions made his daughter a laughing stock in people's mouths. How could this not make the old father furious.

Grand Duke Karl walked towards Teresa step by step, and then patted her on the shoulder comfortingly.

"My dear daughter, I have good news for you."

"Dad?" Teresa was a little surprised.

Grand Duke Karl handed her an opened letter, "People searched his room thoroughly and found a bunch of letters, one of which was specially reserved for you."

Teresa took it in surprise, and then looked down.

"Teresa, I am no longer qualified to call myself your friend.

I know I did something nasty to you and put you and your family in unspeakable embarrassment, but I swear, this is not what I wanted to see in the first place.

Maybe you don't believe my oath, but I can tell you that the reason why I chose to run at this time is to hurry up before the marriage contract is established, so that your reputation can at least be basically preserved.

Yes, this is indeed a sad hypocrisy, so I dare not beg your forgiveness, everything is my responsibility, and I am willing to bear it. I don't want to give you a list of reasons to justify my last resort. I just want to say sorry to you-sorry that I can't say it in person.

Please publish this letter to the public, and I attach my most sincere sentence as a last insignificant gift to you——

I, with my life and the reputation of the Bonaparte family that I regard as my life, guarantee that Princess Teresa is completely pure, and I have not done any deviant things that endanger the reputation of Your Highness.

Goodbye, I wish you all the best in the future.

Francois-Charles Bonaparte. "

Teresa read the letter slowly, a slight blush appeared on her originally pale face—as if she had been greatly encouraged by it.

That's right, his true feelings still touched his heart after all.

She remembered the words of the young man before the two said goodbye.

"Your Highness...Your Highness..." She sighed slightly, and then looked at her father with a little joy, "So, Your Highness actually thought of me! Dad."

"Maybe he did think about it a little bit, but it can't pay for his sin." Archduke Karl's lips twitched.

"Your Highness is pursuing his own future..." Teresa defended the young man in a low voice, "We in Austria treated him badly. Is there anything wrong with him choosing to leave? There was never any official document saying that he was a prisoner, right? Then why can't you go out?"

Archduke Karl glanced at his daughter and gave up trying to argue with her.

"Okay, don't worry about him anymore. Someone will deal with him if he did such a thing. Just treat it as a nightmare. Now that you wake up, it's time to turn to a new page in your life."

"No... Dad, I don't worry about Your Highness." Teresa shook her head. "I think our engagement is still valid, it just needs to be delayed for a while, if..."

"There is no marriage contract!" Grand Duke Karl interrupted his daughter, "Teresa, can't you be more sober? That kid has already run away!"

"He can do it, so can I... Dad, I can also go on a trip and find His Highness." Teresa stood up, then paced a little, getting excited again, "Of course not now, but wait In the future, when I have definite news from His Highness, I can travel there and find His Highness...Do you think this is not good? No one will bother us anymore."

"No, no!" Archduke Karl shook his head and rejected his daughter's proposal, "Teresa...don't bother with him anymore, that kind of person is not worthy of you, and I don't want to see him again! We still Hurry up and publish the letter, it will save you trouble, and it will be convenient in the future..."

"No letters, Papa," Teresa said leisurely.

Then, she let go.

Under the dumbfounded gaze of Grand Duke Karl, the letter fell from midair into the fireplace.

"You! What are you doing?!" Grand Duke Karl subconsciously stepped forward to get the letter back, but it was too late, and he could only watch the letter burn to ashes in the fire.

"Crazy...you are crazy!" He glared at his daughter, and then scolded rarely in his life, "I forbid you to have any contact with him! He will pay the price, we will wait and see!"

Teresa didn't answer, just quietly watching the fire in the fireplace.

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When the wind and snow stopped for a while, Teresa took a carriage and quietly came to the residence of the talented musician.

When the aged musician saw this His Highness, her expression was serious and dignified, much more mature than the previous innocence. The short-term change seemed to make her grow up all of a sudden.

Teresa saluted him, and he gazed at the girl sympathetically, before nodding at her.

They had an agreement before that she had customized a piece of music here, but it seems that it is no longer needed...

He didn't feel sorry for his loss of income, on the contrary, he felt extremely sorry for His Highness.

Why let her bear such a blow? The world just doesn't make sense.

"Have you heard the latest news?" Teresa wrote a note asking the other party.

Beethoven wrote a note to reply, "Of course I have heard of it. This is a big issue that is hotly discussed in the streets. Your Highness... please allow me to express my sympathy for you. That Highness is too much. I could see at that time that he was ambitious. , eager for merit, I originally thought that with you by my side, he would eventually extinguish these unrealistic ambitions, but now it seems that he still can't let go of his name in the end, maybe that family is destined to be fanatical about ambition and evil deeds Bar……"

After finishing writing, he let out a sigh, not knowing whether to curse or lament fate.

It was the same for the previous generation, and it is still the same for this generation. Maybe it is God's destiny that he can't give music to anyone in the Bonaparte family-or they are not worthy to give music to themselves.

Seeing the musician's reply, Tereza burst into tears.

The tears grew more and more, and finally turned into a torrent.

"I can't cry in front of my father. If I cry, then everything is over... So I can only force myself to be calm, so that everything can be saved." She whispered while sobbing, "But you... are so kind Now, I can cry in front of you, and pour out in front of you, because you can't hear, and you won't tell anyone else..."

Beethoven looked at the girl and couldn't help shaking his head.

What a poor child.

"Forget about him, you deserve a better future." He wrote another note and handed it over.

However, after reading the content, Her Royal Highness shook her head heavily.

She finished writing the note and handed it back. "No, sir, I haven't given up and I won't give up. Getting married with His Highness is something I have decided to do. I will never let myself give up halfway. I came here to tell you that the music I customized for you is still the same. It is valid, please continue to create, can you?"

With astonished eyes, the old musician read her reply.

He paused, wondering if he should still accept the request.

Teresa raised her head and looked at the musician with eyes full of expectation, and this look seemed to be worth a thousand words.

God knows how that bastard boy managed to resist the look... The old musician sighed in his heart.

"Your Highness, since you said so, I can't refuse. But I have to tell you, I don't know if I can finish writing with my current mental strength... After all, the current changes have brought too much to my mentality. Too much negative influence, I am afraid it will be difficult for me to compose the song with the original pure blessing..."

Teresa looked firmly at the musician before writing her reply.

"I believe that you can do it... because I believe that I can do it too, please write hope for us, sir. One day, I will walk into the palace with your song, no matter what is in the way We, I will do it!"

Looking at her firm gaze, the aged musician suddenly wanted to be infected with a little passion again.

He nodded slightly.

"Maybe my lifespan is not long enough for me to see that day, but my soul will bless you, Your Highness."