After watching the young man leave, Prince Metternich went to the window again and looked out of the window and mused.

After a moment, he strode out of the room and went to the Emperor's office.

When he came to the door, the squire saluted him.

"I want to see your Majesty." "He said, in a tone of course, to the squire.

"One moment, your Royal Highness." The attendant first opened the door, went in, announced it, and then turned back.

"Come in, your Highness."

Prince Metternich walked into the middle of the wide hall, while his Imperial Majesty, seated behind a walnut desk, looked up at him.

His Majesty the Emperor Franz I, who was several years older than the Prince, was already greying, but showed no signs of exhaustion.

He looked at his chosen prime minister with a sharp eye and a stern expression that befitted the old royal family.

He is not a particularly high talent person, he'd only one reason, just because he is the queen of Teresa's grandson, he in more than a decade ago, often at war with France, Austria failed, that has become the background of the rise of napoleon, been napoleon marched into the capital, a much less convenient signed paid reparations; He was even forced to send his daughter to France to maintain his crumbling empire.

Even now, though the Emperor napoleon has been reduced to ashes, he still has little faith in his ability to hold on to his empire, so he relies on the army and the secret police to maintain his rule, and even his own brothers are occasionally monitored.

But even so, he was not a ruthless monarch, preferring to project an image of wisdom and generosity towards those around him.

In the history books, he was just another ordinary witness to the decline of the old Habsburg dynasty, and is not remembered much. But at this moment, after all, he was the master of one of the greatest powers on the continent, and no one could ignore his weight.

"I understand, Sir, that you have just called on our dear Franz?" After surveying the Prime minister, the Emperor asked, "Is there anything wrong?"

"Some things happen a long time ago, so we have to plan for some things before they happen." The Prime Minister replied.

"Huh?" The Emperor looked at the Prime Minister doubtfully, wondering what he was talking about.

After all, prince Metternich was a diplomat, and when he spoke, it was always inevitable to bring a bit of diplomats' unique cloud around, but it did not matter, as the emperor, he could naturally get detailed explanation.

"What do you think of our little Franz, Sire?" The Prime Minister asked first.

"A fine boy, a very sweet young man." The Emperor thought a little and answered, "It is a pity that I have the wrong father."

"But the point is he had the wrong father, so a lot of people put unrealistic hopes on him." Prince metternich calmly replied, "your majesty, you must remember, just three years ago, several French officers in military barracks vowed to support napoleon ii home of succession, and with the rule of the bourbons increasingly unpopular, it is growing for the last few years and the more terrible is that the mood is not confined to France country, When his mother was in Parma, the Italians who passed by her balcony were also Shouting long live Napoleon II..."

"Is that so? This is ridiculous, when Franz is only a boy..." Perhaps at hearing such a repugnant name, his Majesty frowned a little, but it was soon covered by a bitter smile. "Do they think that a child has the power to carry them to heaven?"

"Yes, of course it is.But political opponents don't care about logic; What matters is that they want to use that name against Bourbon and us." The Prime Minister looked seriously at the Emperor. "And I would also like to remind you that a child cannot remain a child forever. Franz will grow up. As he begins to grow up, the long-dormant supporters of the Bonaparte family will find new hope, and there are indeed signs of danger -- and I don't think he will grow up as a Habsburg or a German, as we might have hoped."

"Are you a little too anxious?" The Emperor smiled. "You should not have spent so much energy on a child."

"He is worth the effort, you know more than I, he is a child have the talent and determination at the same time, it's is the man who is not willing to die in obscurity, so one day grow up, he would suddenly one day by the frenzied ambition occupy the mind, and then to respond to those who are ambitious souls call? No one can guarantee that." The Prime Minister went on.

The Emperor was silent.

"I've just spoken to him and I can honestly say that his grace and his quickness and that kind of sophistication that is not commensurate with his age, if it was in any other member of the royal family, I would be very happy for the future of our country... But he was the special one." Prince Metternich looked strange, as if he remembered something.

"I have been watching him, and though he appeared to be weeping on the day when Napoleon's death arrived here, I could see that he was not in any real shock or grief, not at all like the man who had lost the most important person in his life when he was only ten years old! Do you know what that means? It means that he has a talent that people like me and Talleyrand only have when they're adults, that he lacks real emotion, that he's a naturally ruthless performer, and that someone who's smart enough is especially dangerous and scary, and can't be dismissed just because he's a kid."

His Royal Highness, who had always been so calculating, had misjudged this point. How could he have known that in this boy's body there dwelt a soul that had nothing to do with Napoleon, or even with this age, when the young King of Rome had been stricken with grief at the news of his father's death?

Even if he wanted to grieve, the child could not grieve, not because he really lacked human feeling.

"I admit... The risk you're talking about is real." After listening quietly to the Prime Minister's words, the Emperor gently nodded his head and finally accepted the other party's opinion. "So what do you think he should do?"

"Your grandson is a lovely young man, but, more importantly, he is a tool to be used, a tool to be used to terrorize France. But this is an instrument we should never use. No one can afford to risk another Napoleonic plague on the Continent." Prince Metternich's eyes shone as if he remembered something. "All we had to do was hold him in our hands and make the Bourbons think twice about us. Tools are not supposed to have ideas of their own."

'I admit you're right. What can you do about it?' "Asked the Emperor.

"Let us send him to the army as soon as possible, to temper his temper and cultivate his obedience, and make him an Austrian officer, to the dismay of his potential supporters in France." Prince Metternich had a plan for this. "After two years, let us find him a suitable wife as soon as possible, and bind him with the domestic noose."

The Emperor listened quietly to the Prime Minister's advice and felt nothing amiss.

Although Aigron is only 15, it is not uncommon for royals to marry early in this era. The Emperor himself married four times due to several widowings, the first in 1788, when he was 20; His father, Emperor Leopold II, was only 18 when he married for the first time in 1765.

The hapless King Louis XVI, who had his head chopped off, was only 15 when he married the Austrian princess, who was even a year younger than him, in 1770.

So it's not shocking to start looking for a marriage partner at this age.

"Into armies and marriages..." The Emperor pondered again. "We may indeed consider it."

"These are insurance measures, and not all of them will work, but they should be done." Seeing that his advice had been taken into consideration by his Majesty the Emperor, his Royal Highness felt much better.

After a pause, he dropped his voice again. "With a wife and children, if he wants to be out of control in the future, at least we'll have a choice..."

There was a significant pause as he spoke, and the Emperor could of course understand what he meant.

"Oh, my poor grandson! "Exclaimed the Emperor." There is always someone who wants him to die!"

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Having received his Majesty's approval, the Prime Minister went on to discuss other important matters with his Majesty and took his leave.

Before returning to the city of Vienna,He summoned count von Dietrichstein, who was in charge of Aigron's education.

"What are your orders, Sir?" Earl asked.

'Has your young master behaved strangely lately? Prince Metternich asked pointedly.

"As far as I can see, everything is business as usual, nothing unusual." "Besides, your Highness has always been of a very strong character, and forgive him if he has offended you in any way. I think he did not mean to offend you, and that is the way he usually behaves."

"You do sound as if you fancied yourself an attendant of a French prince." "We did not put you by his side so that you might intercede."

"I have always been an attendant of the Austrian royal family and will never forget my duty..." "Replied the count hastily.

"I hope you don't forget that." "I repeat that he is no longer a boy, and that you must not take him in a leisurely manner. From now on, whenever he thinks or acts unnaturally, you must report him to me."

After a pause, he added, "If it's too late to report him when he does something drastic, you can detain him temporarily if necessary, regardless of his special status, and then leave it to me, and I'll take care of it."

"Isn't that what he's doing?" "Whispered the count.

The prince looked coldly at the count with an expression of "you know what I mean."

"I see." The count bowed.

"Well, I wish you all the best." His Royal Highness waved the count away.