The snow continued all night long, bringing a seemingly eternal tranquility to the capital of the empire.
Snow covered the entire land overnight, dyeing Schönbrunn Palace into a white fairy tale world.
And in the hazy early morning, several carriages rushed in and rushed to the palace.
With the help of a servant, the Imperial Prime Minister stepped out of the carriage.
He looked tired as he had been awakened from his sleep, but besides being tired, his delicate face was also filled with anger.
A feeling of anger that his carefully constructed plan failed just after it got off the ground.
A feeling of anger that things are out of control and I don't know what will happen in the future.
"Where is she now?!" he asked angrily to the police chief who had arrived before him.
"Her Royal Highness Sophie is... resting in her room." The police chief replied in a low voice, "Your Majesty is very angry and has ordered her not to take a step forward for the time being."
Perhaps it was because he saw that the Prime Minister was extremely angry, so he did not dare to express his anger for fear that he would offend the Prime Minister.
"The fact that she can still live in her luxurious suite instead of in a cell only shows that our country is too tolerant!" Metternich twitched the corners of his mouth, then gritted his teeth and said, "Then, let us go and meet
This willful, reckless, arrogant and stupid lady."
Then, he seemed to remember something, "Have everyone arranged their arrangements?"
"Our people have been dispatched everywhere. They will mobilize police and spies from various places to closely detect the whereabouts of that person. In addition...please ask your Majesty to authorize them to mobilize the army when necessary."
"Yes, I will explain it to Your Majesty right away." Metternich nodded, and then added, "If you find a person and he resists arrest, you can shoot."
"Yes!" the police chief responded. "I will pass on the order immediately."
Metternich raised his head and saw that the windy and snowy sky looked so gloomy and made people feel heavy.
The old man, who had always thought that the situation was under control, was at a loss for a moment.
"You have a good life, but you have to ask for trouble and cause trouble to everyone. I don't even think about where there is room in the world for you!" He couldn't help but curse 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 into the void in front of her.
Just like when she was in the theater, she was now wearing a simple dress, and her long hair, which she had carefully combed every day, was now spread out in a mess. Her entire outfit was incompatible with the luxurious furnishings in the room.
There were still tears on her face at this moment, her eyes were blurry and cloudy, and her whole person was filled with heartache and despair.
The door was opened, and the light from outside leaked in, but she didn't notice it at all.
Metternich walked into the room and looked at the prince and concubine carefully.
The relationship between the two was not good. Sophie's arrogant attitude had angered the authoritarian prime minister many times, but at this time he was no longer in the mood to gloat.
"Where has he gone?" he asked directly.
Sophie raised her head, glanced at Metternich, and then withdrew her gaze without interest, as if she didn't care to talk to him anymore.
"You are doing a very, very stupid thing, whether it is for yourself or that person." Metternich suppressed his anger, and then said to her, "You have made an unforgivable mistake and brought great harm to the empire.
It has caused serious injuries and will also seriously threaten the life of His Highness. I am not afraid to tell you that I have given an order to shoot him if necessary. So now you'd better cooperate with us and bring him back.
, this way everything won’t have the worst consequences!”
Sophie lowered her gaze, as if she was completely unaware of his harsh words.
Metternich, who was already furious, was even more detonated at this time.
"Arrogant and willful fool! Don't think you can still stand up in front of us!" He frowned and scolded sternly, "Because of your willfulness, how much have you brought to yourself, to us, and to the whole of Europe?"
Are you not aware of the disaster at all? You will be punished as you deserve! Now, you'd better be honest, leave some room for yourself, and give him a life! Otherwise, you can't bear the consequences!"
His angry scolding made Sophie finally raise her head and narrow her eyes to look at him.
"Stop showing off to me here, old thing." Then, Sophie said coldly, "Even if you want to punish me, it's not your turn. Besides, I don't have anything to tell you, because I don't know anything."
I don’t even know, he didn’t tell me anything.”
"I didn't tell you anything!" Metternich looked unbelieving.
"You taught this little bastard, so what do you think?" Sophie glared at the Prime Minister with anger and annoyance, "I advise you not to waste your precious time with me. I just want to be quiet and don't want to listen.
What a bad old man talking in front of me!"
"Why, you still feel aggrieved?" Metternich sneered angrily.
He had already seen that Sophie indeed knew nothing about that person's next whereabouts, but this only made him even more angry.
"You are greedy for pleasure and arrogant, but you are good at nothing. The only time you have good luck in your life is that you crawled out of the body of a queen... I don't think Vienna should have a place for you, but Babylon does have a good place for you.
Location!"
The humiliation in front of her made Sophie instantly ignited with rage.
"Perhaps I am indeed, and you? You are dissolute and tyrannical. I don't think Babylon can tolerate you. Pompeii is very suitable! You should be burned by heavenly fire and baptized there, and then buried forever in the sulfur-smelling
The wails of hell are heard in the mounds of earth!”
She looked at Metternich and said word by word, "You guys have more romantic relationships than I do, but you only laugh at me for falling in love with a poor person who I live with day and night, and then accuse me of being unfaithful."
I...well I admit I deserve to go to hell, but I'm happy to see you huddled at the bottom!"
Metternich was stunned. He didn't expect that she would still be so proud at this time.
Are you born with a lack of strength, or are you so slow-witted that you don't understand that you can no longer dictate?
"You will pay the price."
"Yes, I am willing to pay, okay? Get out now! Get out of here!" She glared at Metternich, then raised her hand and pointed to the door. "I don't want to see you again, you are simply
It makes me sick!”
Looking at the other party's pale and old face, Sophie felt extremely sick in her heart, and her stomach was tumbling. Her body, which was already very weak under the mental blow, could no longer bear this extremely uncomfortable feeling, so she covered her head
He opened his mouth and retched.
Seeing her sudden performance, everyone was stunned.
Prime Minister Metternich and the people next to him quietly looked at each other.
A very bad guess suddenly occurred in his mind.
Regardless of whether this guess is correct or not, we can no longer stay here like this.
"You should 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 police chief regained his indifferent expression and said no more words.
After seeing off Metternich and others, Sophie, who had not slept all night, finally couldn't resist the mental exhaustion and fell into a deep sleep.
When she opened her eyes again, she found her sister, Queen Caroline, sitting next to the bed.
"Fortunately it's you I saw...otherwise I'm afraid I'd faint from anger again." She smiled bitterly.
"You are really the biggest fool I have ever seen in the world." The queen looked at her coldly, "You just want to find happiness, but you actually let yourself... let yourself suffer the consequences. Haven't you asked what should be done?
How to avoid falling into this result?"
"So, I've really...really..." Sophie looked at the queen and didn't look too shocked.
Queen Caroline didn't answer, just looked at her coldly.
"I was careful at first, but then I didn't care." Sophie lowered her gaze. "It was only when I got along with him that I felt the joy of living...so I would rather let God's arrangements."
"Fool!" the Queen scolded her again, "Do you think that guy will thank you? He only has himself in his heart! For the sake of his imaginary grand cause, he abandoned you mercilessly, and look at you now
What’s left?”
"What are you afraid of... let them do whatever they want." Sophie smiled bitterly, "In the worst case, they will send me back to Bavaria, or send me to a monastery. I can't help but wish for it."
"You...you are really crazy..." Her Majesty the Queen was heartbroken, but there was nothing she could do. In the end, her resentment fell on the missing young man.
"I hope he gets caught and beheaded!" she cursed under her breath.
"If that happens, I will definitely be there..." Sophie replied with a wry smile.
"What, you still want to imitate Queen Margot, holding her lover's head in her hands and crying?" Queen Caroline asked in return.
"No... I will die together." Sophie replied with a smile, but tears fell from her eyes at the same time. "There is no point in living anyway."
In the office used by His Majesty the Emperor, Prime Minister Metternich stood quietly next to the throne, looking respectfully at the highest power in the empire.
The news he just received from the doctor shocked him so much that he was still a little dazed even now.
His Majesty the Emperor seemed to be the same way. The two elderly people looked at each other, not knowing how to respond for a moment.
"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 reached this point, please come down anyway."
Metternich did not question His Majesty, but nodded gently.
"That's good, maybe we have an extra hostage."
He didn't expect that his original plan would continue to unfold in such a strange way.
Should we say that God’s will is mysterious and unpredictable?
It's snowing heavily again.
Princess Theresa sat by the window of her study, quietly watching the snowflakes fall.
Since learning the bad news, she has been staying in her study. People at home also sympathized with the mental shock she suffered, so no one came to disturb her, just waiting for her to slowly recover from the mental trauma.
However, from great joy to great sorrow, it is not easy to come out of it.
She stared blankly out of the window, knowing in her heart that the young man might never be able to step in again.
Why...do you have to put yourself in such great danger?
Do you really hate me that much?
The more she thought about it, the more aggrieved she became, and she almost shed tears again.
I wonder if His Highness is cold at this time?
At this moment, there was the sound of the door opening. Teresa looked up and found her father striding in.
His expression was serious to the point of being scary.
He has been like this all this time, and it can be seen that he is completely irritated.
Essentially, he was more angry than "Duke Lechstadt fled Austria" because "he fled immediately after agreeing to marry Theresa."
The young man went back on his word, and the words he said in front of his wife were still in his ears, but he turned around and chose to run away. His vicious and shameless behavior made his daughter a laughing stock in people's mouths. How could this not make the old father angry?
Archduke Karl walked towards Theresa step by step, and then patted her shoulder comfortingly.
"My good daughter, I have good news for you."
"Dad?" Teresa was a little surprised.
Archduke Karl handed her an opened letter, "People searched his room thoroughly and found a pile of letters, one of which was specially left for you."
Teresa took it over in surprise, and then looked at it.
"Teresa, I am no longer qualified to call myself your friend.
I know that I have done something vicious to you and put you and your family into unspeakable embarrassment, but I swear, this is definitely not the situation 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 because I want to get there before the engagement is established, so that your reputation can at least be basically preserved.
Yes, this is indeed tragic hypocrisy, so I dare not beg for your forgiveness. Everything is my responsibility and I am willing to bear it. I don’t want to list with you a list of reasons to prove my last resort. I just want to tell you
I'm sorry, I'm sorry I can't say it in person.
Please publish this letter to the public. I attach my most sincere words as the last insignificant gift to you.
I, with my life and the honor of the Bonaparte family, which I regard as life, guarantee that Princess Theresa is completely pure, and I have not done anything deviant that would endanger Her Highness’s reputation.
Goodbye and wish you all the best in the future.
François Charles Bonaparte.”
Teresa slowly read the letter, her originally pale face flushed slightly, as if she had been greatly encouraged by it.
Yes, his true feelings finally touched his heart.
She thought again of the young man's words 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 has me in mind! Dad."
"Perhaps he has thought about it a little bit, but this cannot atone for his sins." Archduke Karl's lips twitched.
"Your Highness is also pursuing his own future..." Teresa defended the young man in a low voice, "We in Austria have treated him badly. Is there anything wrong with him choosing to leave? There is no official document saying that he is a prisoner, right?
Then why can't you go out?"
Archduke Karl glanced at his daughter and gave up his intention to argue with her.
"Okay, don't worry about him anymore. If he does something like this, someone will naturally deal with it. Just think of 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." Theresa shook her head. "I think our engagement is still valid, it just needs to be delayed for a little longer. If..."
"There's no such thing as an engagement!" Archduke Karl interrupted his daughter, "Teresa, can't you wake up? That kid has already run away!"
"He can do it, and so can I... Dad, I can also go on a trip and find His Highness." Teresa stood up, then paced a little, becoming excited again, "Of course it can't be now, but wait.
In the future, if I have accurate information about His Highness, I can travel over there and find His Highness... Don't you think this is good? No one will bother us anymore."
"No, no!" Archduke Karl shook his head and rejected his daughter's proposal, "Teresa... don't worry about him anymore. That kind of person is not worthy of you. I never want to see him again! We still
Hurry up and publish the letter. This way you will save trouble and it will be convenient in the future..."
"There's no letter, Dad," Teresa said leisurely.
Then, she let go of her hand.
Under the stunned gaze of Archduke Karl, the letter fell from mid-air to the fireplace.
"You! What are you doing?!" Archduke Karl subconsciously stepped forward to get the reply, but it was too late. He could only watch the letter turn to ashes in the fire.
"Crazy... you are simply crazy!" He glared at his daughter, and then scolded him rarely in his life, "I won't allow you to have any contact with him anymore! He will pay the price he deserves, let's wait and see!"
Teresa didn't answer, just looked at the fire in the fireplace quietly.
When the wind and snow stopped, Teresa took a carriage and quietly arrived at the residence of the talented musician.
When the old musician saw His Highness, her expression was serious and dignified. She was much more mature than her previous innocence. The changes in a short period of time seemed to have made her grow up all of a sudden.
Teresa saluted him, and he looked at the girl with sympathetic eyes, and then nodded to her.
They had an agreement before, and she had customized a piece of music here, but it seems that it is no longer needed now...
He was not sorry that he had lost an income. On the contrary, he felt extremely sorry for His Highness.
Why should she bear such a blow? This world is simply unreasonable.
"Have you heard about the recent news?" Teresa wrote a note asking the other party.
Beethoven wrote a note in reply, "Of course I have heard of it. This is a hotly discussed matter in the streets. Your Highness... please allow me to sympathize with you. That Your Highness is too much. I could see at that time that he was ambitious.
, eager for achievements, I originally thought that with you by his side, he would eventually extinguish these unrealistic ambitions, but now it seems that in the end, he still can't let go of his name. Maybe that family is destined to be fanatical about ambition and evil deeds.
Bar……"
After finishing writing, he sighed, not knowing whether to curse or lament his fate.
The previous generation was like this, and this generation is still like this. Maybe this is God's destiny. He cannot dedicate music to anyone in the Bonaparte family, or in other words, they are not worthy of dedicating music to him.
Tears burst into Teresa's eyes when she saw the musician's reply.
The tears grew more and more, and finally turned into an endless torrent.
"I can't cry in front of my father. If I cry, everything will be over... So I can only force myself to be calm and let there be hope for everything to be saved." She sobbed and whispered, "But you... are so good.
Now, I can cry in front of you and talk in front of you, because you can’t hear me and you won’t tell anyone else..."
Beethoven looked at the girl and couldn't help but shook his head.
What a poor child.
"Forget him, you deserve a better future." He wrote another note and handed it over.
However, after reading the content, the princess shook her head heavily.
She finished writing the note and handed it back. "No, sir, I have not given up and will not give up. Marrying His Highness is something I have decided. I will never let myself give up halfway. I came here just to tell you
You, the music I customized for you is still valid, please continue to create, okay?"
With astonishment in his eyes, the old musician read her reply.
He paused, wondering whether he should 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 that 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 it with my current mental strength... After all, the current changes have brought too much impact on my mentality.
Too negative influence, I'm afraid it will be difficult for me to compose music with the original pure blessing..."
Teresa looked at the musician firmly before writing her reply.
"I believe you can do it...because I believe I can do it too. Please compose hope for us, sir. One day, I will bring your music into the hall, no matter what is blocking the road ahead.
We and I will all do it!”
Looking at her firm gaze, the old musician suddenly wanted to be infected with a little passion again.
He nodded slightly.
"Maybe my life span is not long enough for me to see that day, but my soul will bless you, Your Highness."