It was late afternoon when the news reached the chancellery in Vienna that the Duke of Reichstedt had accidentally fallen from his horse while hunting.

Prince Metternich, who had just finished his lunch, heard this news with astonishment, interrupted his siesta, and told those around him to send for the prefect of police and his assistant.

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

"God always surprises us."

After a moment he uttered a sigh of regret or joy.

Soon, the inspector general of police and his assistant, Mr. Friedrich von Gentz, arrived at his office.

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

He was a confidant of Metternich, a diplomat and literary man now well known in Europe.

He was born in Prussia to huguenots who were expelled from France. In his early years, he was a liberal, staunchly opposed to the bourbons' despotism in France and Spain, but when the Revolution began, like the English philosopher Burke, he became staunchly opposed to France and the Revolution.

The best order in the world, in his view, was not new but old -- an ancient feudal system in which each class took its place, and each class ran the society in its own right.

So he thinks that the third class revolt, which destroyed all order in France, is ultimately responsible for the bloodshed in Europe.

"In less than six weeks, they have already broken all three of these basic conditions. The third tier has no authority at all; Disgracefully trampling on the other classes of power and declaring themselves a separate national assembly." This is what he talks about in his work.

After the revolution and the Napoleonic wars after the baptism of the time, his youth had the liberal ideals have already died, he and metternich views, all think that this is an era of the traditional essence is ailing, the only function of politicians are in a good tradition and the old system completely before death, try our best to maintain it, Leave the rest to future generations.

Just because he knows his career will inevitably become an empty talk, so he is often dominated by despair, life is only a shell, the rest of the pursuit of fame and wealth and the cynicism of beautiful women.

Even so, he was an excellent diplomat. From 1812 on, Gentz was in close contact with all the great affairs of the Continent. He was Metternich's closest assistant, confidant, and adviser.

After both men had arrived at the office, the Prime Minister cut to the chase.

"I have just received news that The Duke of Reichstedt fell from his horse while hunting outside Schonbrunn Palace. His life is unknown."

Both were surprised, but soon recovered their composure.

"You're going to have to suppress the news. It's going to spread all over The country and all over Europe, but at least it's up to us. I'm going to decide what to say." The Prince ordered the prefect of police. "Besides, if something really happens to Prince Leichstedt, there will be a stir, and you must be prepared. In particular, we must not allow anyone to spread rumors and focus hatred on Austria."

"Be." The prefect of police accepted the order.

With this order prince Metternich resumed his usual composure.

"If he did die that way, it would probably be a relief for everyone, including him." After a moment's silence, Prince Metternich said mournfully, "It would not be very happy for a man like him to continue in his present position."

"So you mean... ?" The prefect of police seemed to understand him. "Why don't we just leave him alone and let him see God?"

'Stupid! Metternich glared at his subordinate,

'We can't afford to be accused of murdering him. We have to do what we can. Send him the best doctors! Let God decide the rest, and if He decides to relieve all suffering soon, let us do his will."

"Yes, I see." The prefect of police bowed.

"If the worst comes to the worst, the King of France will jump out of bed for joy and the name that haunts him will soon be completely gone." The Prince sighed to gentz, his assistant. "How lucky he is! His brothers died before him; his nephew, Louis XVII, and napoleon and his son, will not survive him!"

"There are other heirs to the Bonaparte family." Mr. Gentz whispered back.

"But There is only one heir to Napoleon, and if he dies it means that Napoleon is dead, and none of the Bonapartes can have his appeal." Prince Metternich shook his head.

They all know that Napoleon had illegitimate children, but on the spectrum of orthodoxy, they don't exist.

"Duc d 'Angian was the only son of prince Conde, but Napoleon had no hesitation in shooting him... Maybe this is karma." Gentz shrugged and made a sarcastic remark.

There was another silence in the room, and they went back to the things that had been buried in history.

In 1804, in retaliation for the attempted assassination of royalists, Napoleon sent gendarmes to capture duke Angian from exile in Baden and then shot him to France. Although the present Prince Conde was still alive, he had no other heirs and no brothers, so the once glorious history of The Conde family was doomed to die.

"The Bourbons have no right to rejoice too soon. Even if the Bonapartes retire for a while, they still have a fierce enemy at the heart of France... Your highness, the Duke of Orleans's emissaries came to Vienna yesterday, and I wanted to tell you." Mr. Gentz shrugged. "Remember, there's no shortage of heirs in the Orleans house."

"Oh, the Frenchman! His Royal Highness gave a sardonic sneer.

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Like a stone thrown into a lake, the "Duc Lechstedt's fall" sent shockwaves through Schonbrunn Palace and Vienna, and there were murmurs about it, some sad, some secretly happy.

Only in the center of the storm, everything is calm.

Agron was lying in his room, lost in the deep darkness.

He had been rushed back, and before he lost consciousness, all he remembered was Sophie holding him tight, tears raining down on his face and arms.

Seeing her so inconsolable, Agron felt his body ache a little less, and then he felt as if he were floating on water, and then he fainted.

Even in the 21st century, there are still a number of famous people who have been killed or seriously injured in horse accidents, but he did not expect that when he came into the world, he would suffer such bad luck.

Maybe the baby was doomed from birth.

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

No... Definitely not here... I'm not free yet... I have too much to do...

I can't live any shorter than the person who owned this body, and I can't be a mockery of myself and others!

Do not know how long after, with anger and unwilling, the boy finally stubbornly retrieved his consciousness.

There was silence, as if nothing could be heard.

"Your majesty... Your majesty......"

"Your majesty... Wake up, please..."

Softly called, slowly gathered in his ears.

What, your Majesty? Is Emperor Franz here now?

No, no, it's like he's talking to me.

What am I, Your Majesty? ! My empire is long gone!

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

"Your majesty! Your majesty!"

The voice grew louder and faster, excited and grateful.

Am I dreaming?

Slowly the blurred vision came into focus, and then he realized that he wasn't dreaming.

A young girl in a black maid's dress and a white apron was crouching over her.

She looked a little older than she was, petite and with delicate features. Her blonde hair was pouring out of a white kerchief, and her blue eyes were looking at her with tears.

Pretty pretty, yes, but... What the hell is going on here?

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

Judging by the darkness outside, it must be the wee hours of the morning.

"Who are you... ?" "He whispered, ignoring the pain in his body.

"Your majesty... God help you, you're awake at last..." As Agron regained consciousness, the maid cried more and more loudly, rejoicing in his recovery.

"Who the hell are you? Answer me." Agron grew impatient.

Then, suddenly, he noticed another anomaly.

The maid did not speak The usual German of the Habsburg court, but French.

"You're French... ?"

"Your majesty... Please give me a moment..." The maid gave a few sharp gasps, then recovered herself. "I am the maid accompanying Princess Sophie from Bavaria... Today, because she was worried, she sent me to look after you."

"So you're Bavarian?" Agron finally understood a little of the situation. UU reading www.uukanshu.com

"No, Your Majesty, I am French." The maid shook her head slightly. 'My father was an officer in the Imperial Army. He died in 1815... I fled to Bavaria with my relatives. Your brother took us in and took care of us, and it's a pity that such a good man as he died so soon..."

In other words, she was taken in by Eugene de Boharne as an orphan of an imperial officer and went to Schonbrunn Palace as a maid to accompany Sophie, who had married to the Austrian court.

His head ached because of his many thoughts.

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

"Because you are your Majesty... You are the man destined to inherit the Empire!" 'there is no one else for me to serve but you.'

This answer, let Aigron listen to is surprise, is at a loss.

"Empire, I don't have an empire..." He gave a wry smile.

"No, as long as you live, there will be an empire, and we will have one!" 'I pray you, sire, do not lose heart. God will care for you!'

Agron could tell that her excitement was genuine.

This kind of heart is a little touched.

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

"My name is Chanel, Your Majesty." The maid rose, bowed to him, and answered respectfully. "Chanel Noel. I've been waiting for a long time since I got here, and today I finally got the chance... Please, Your Majesty, let me do what I can for you! '