"Your Majesty, this is Princess Pauline von tternich!"
Empress Augusta imdiately introduced her to Jero Bonaparte.
"Your Majesty, hello!" Pauline von tternich curtsied again to Jero Bonaparte, "It’s an honor to et you!"
"Miss tternich, hello!" Jero Bonaparte pondered for a mont, then spoke again, "May I ask about your relationship with Prince tternich..."
"My mother is the daughter of Prince tternich, and my father is the Hungarian nobleman Count Morik Sandor!" Pauline von tternich responded gracefully to Jero Bonaparte.
"So, you are la petite - fille (granddaughter in French) of Prince tternich," Jero Bonaparte inquired about Pauline von tternich.
"Soon, I will call him le beau-père (father-in-law in French)!" Pauline von tternich responded to Jero Bonaparte with a calm expression.
"Why?" Jero Bonaparte instinctively asked.
He imdiately realized that the question he had just asked was indeed quite foolish.
"Your Majesty, I am engaged to my uncle Richard von tternich!" Pauline von tternich imdiately explained to Jero Bonaparte: "We are expected to marry next year!"
This old man tternich is truly absurd, what on earth is he thinking! Jero Bonaparte silently mocked in his heart.
Though such close marriages among European nobility are not uncommon (Jero Bonaparte himself married his cousin Augusta, as he could not find a royal family willing to accept him), direct and intergenerational cases like this are still relatively rare.
Most cases involve marriages between cousins.
"Then congratulations!" Jero Bonaparte said hypocritically to Pauline von tternich, "Richard is an excellent young man; you will surely lead a happy life with him!"
"Your Majesty, thank you for your blessings!" Pauline von tternich replied with a smile to Jero Bonaparte.
Subsequently, Pauline von tternich gently bid farewell to Jero Bonaparte.
"You shall stay here with Augusta! I need to leave for a while!" Jero Bonaparte prevented Pauline von tternich from leaving and instead searched along the edge of the dance floor for his target.
Jero Bonaparte, wandering by the edge of the dance floor for a while, found Prince tternich in a room next to the ballroom, where he was chatting leisurely on a sofa with old Marshal Radetzky.
Jero Bonaparte walked slowly towards the direction where tternich and Radetzky were, and as he got close, Marshal Radetzky noticed Jero Bonaparte and called out to him: "Your Majesty!"
Seated with his back to Jero Bonaparte on the sofa, Prince tternich imdiately turned his head towards Jero Bonaparte upon hearing Radetzky’s call.
Marshal Radetzky and Prince tternich quickly stood up to greet him as Jero Bonaparte walked softly before them and smilingly asked Radetzky and Prince tternich, "Count Radetzky, Prince tternich, why didn’t you two join the dance floor!"
"Your Majesty, I am old now!" Marshal Radetzky replied to Jero Bonaparte, "It’s hard to muster the energy to dance anymore!"
"I believe, Marshal, you are not old at all!" Jero Bonaparte said with a smile to Radetzky.
"It’s impossible! Truly aged!" Marshal Radetzky’s experienced face revealed a sense of nostalgia, "I am already 89 years old, ready to heed the call from the Lord at any ti!"
"Marshal, do not say that!" Jero Bonaparte replied to Radetzky, "As I see it, you can live at least another 10 years!"
"10 years?" Radetzky shook his head with a bitter smile, "How many people in this world live to 99 years old? I am rely a flickering candle waiting for God’s call!
And having lived so long, I am already content!
Among those who experienced that era with , there are now only a few left!"
"Marshal, regardless, you must maintain an optimistic mindset! Lombardy and Venice still need your governance!" Jero Bonaparte encouraged Marshal Radetzky.
"Thank you for your concern, Your Majesty!" Marshal Radetzky thanked Jero Bonaparte and then continued to inquire: "There must be more than just this purpose for your visit, right!"
"Certainly not, actually I ca for Prince tternich!" Jero Bonaparte turned his gaze towards Prince tternich.
"You two chat!" Marshal Radetzky gestured invitingly and then prepared to head elsewhere.
"No need!" Jero Bonaparte raised his hand to stop and then said to tternich: "Prince tternich, would you accompany for a walk!"
"Of course, Your Majesty!" Prince tternich nodded and replied to Jero Bonaparte.
Jero Bonaparte and Prince tternich walked to the entrance of the ballroom, where Count Gneer, who was responsible for guarding the ballroom, looked at them with a puzzled expression, "Your Majesty Jero, where are you all planning to go?"
"Sir, do we need to report to you wherever we go?" Jero Bonaparte asked with a frown.
As one of the administrators of the Royal Palace, Count Gneer had no choice but to look to Prince tternich for help with pleading eyes.
Prince tternich, who lived in the Tuileries Palace, naturally understood the reason for Jero Bonaparte’s displeasure; the rules of the Tuileries Palace were far fewer than those of the Hofburg Palace.
The entire managent of the Tuileries Palace consisted of only Mokar and Vilnius, which is why Jero Bonaparte, who could co and go freely in the Tuileries Palace, was averse to such matters.
"His Majesty said he wanted to go for a walk!" Prince tternich quickly signaled to Count Gneer not to ddle.
The rigid Count Gneer still adhered to his doctrinal approach, responding to Prince tternich, "Your Highness, where are you planning to go? I should send soone to protect you!"
"Mr. tternich, have you prepared to imprison already?" Jero Bonaparte looked at Prince tternich with displeasure.
Prince tternich and Count Gneer were shocked when they heard Jero Bonaparte’s words.
If allowed to develop, the relationship between the French Empire and the Austrian Empire might be ruined instantly.
"No! Your Majesty, I am not!" Count Gneer hastily explained.
"Then get out of my way!" Jero Bonaparte said in a low voice to Count Gneer.
"Yes! Your Majesty!" Count Gneer had no choice but to clear a path.
Jero Bonaparte and Prince tternich were able to leave, but before they did, Jero Bonaparte specifically threatened, "By the way, do not spread the news of our departure! Otherwise, you will bear the consequences yourself!"
"Yes! Your Majesty!" Count Gneer replied submissively to Jero Bonaparte.
After Prince tternich and Jero Bonaparte had walked a considerable distance away from the Hofburg Palace, Prince tternich inquired of Jero Bonaparte, "Your Majesty, what did you want with !"
"Actually, it’s nothing much!" Jero Bonaparte said nonchalantly to Prince tternich, "I heard that Empress Elizabeth at the Hofburg Palace does not seem to have a harmonious relationship with Empress Dowager Sophie!"
Upon hearing Jero Bonaparte’s words, Prince tternich suddenly felt as though he was about to encounter a significant issue.
Moreover, he couldn’t avoid it!
"Was it Her Majesty Empress Elizabeth who told you this, Your Majesty!" Prince tternich asked Jero Bonaparte.
"No matter who told , you only need to answer yes or no!" Jero Bonaparte asked Prince tternich with a slightly stern tone.
"Yes!" Prince tternich responded to Jero Bonaparte, "There are indeed so conflicts between Empress Elizabeth and Empress Dowager Sophie!"
"Hmm!" Jero Bonaparte nodded and continued, "Has Empress Elizabeth tried to seek your help?"
"Indeed!" Prince tternich replied to Jero Bonaparte, "Before Her Majesty the Empress gives birth to an heir, it’s difficult for to assist her!"
"So, you endure watching an 18-year-old girl sink into gloom day by day in the Hofburg Palace without taking action!" Jero Bonaparte questioned Prince tternich.
"Your Majesty, this is the inborn responsibility of an empress!" Prince tternich, who had seen waves and storms, no longer had empathy; he was like an unfeeling political machine, calculating gains and losses.
"Nonsense about responsibility!" Jero Bonaparte couldn’t help but curse, "A bunch of self-proclaid smart people created self-devised etiquettes, and then a large group of people, like fools, follow it as instructed!
What do you think they aim to achieve by doing this?"
Prince tternich did not speak, knowing that anything he said now would not solve the problem.
Because standing in front of him was an emperor of the Bonaparte Clan, who decades ago attempted to persuade Emperor Napoleon (before the Battle of Leipzig) to give up things that did not belong to France (the Rhine Federation, the Kingdom of the Netherlands) by arguing for the maintenance of the Bonaparte Clan’s position in France.
However, he failed, and Emperor Napoleon scolded him and drove him away.
From that mont on, he realized that the Bonaparte Clan could not be persuaded by interests alone. Their impulsiveness would lead them to undertake actions despite any adverse consequences, even if those actions were not beneficial to them.
This is also the most terrifying aspect of Bonaparte.
"Your Majesty, what do you want to do?"
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