The War Court and Lap Pillow, Austria's Mandate of Heaven

Chapter 1534 Augustus
"It's a good name, with a good meaning."

Lady Sophie said.

"It's also very special."

Olga, apparently, cares more about being special.

"As expected of you, big brother. Yes, Your Majesty."

Anna was obviously not used to such formal occasions.

"This is too hasty."

Franz said as he met everyone's approving gazes.

“Follow your heart, that’s the most important thing.”

Madame Sophie stabbed him again, and Olga continued with great energy.

"I also think Carl is a good name. How about we give him an Indian name? I suggest..."

"Just call me Carl."

Franz interrupted Olga quickly, saying, "This woman is crazy. Why is she always thinking about India? She just gave birth to a child and is eating and drinking, and she still has the energy to make trouble here."

In fact, what Franz didn't know was that Olga had already taken a nap in the middle of the trip. Except for Franz, almost everyone had rested, but he was the only one who kept his eyes open.

At this moment, there was a knock on the door of the room. It was obvious that there was something very important happening and Franz had to be informed. His heart immediately became tense and his brain was working fast.

Franz tried hard to recall what had happened recently. He had obviously not made any big moves recently. Could it be that the affairs in France had been exposed, and Napoleon III was going to fight to the death?
Or did the Indian national uprising break out prematurely, or was the British causing trouble again?

However, the most likely possibility is that his father-in-law has made some big move in the Near East again, especially the previous "Anti-Filth Manifesto" which directly offended all the countries that could be offended.

But the worst possibility was that Pope Pius IX went to debate with Hong Xiucai, and was chopped to death by Hong Xiucai. That would be a real catastrophe.

"Your Majesty, Grand Duke Alexander is here."

It turned out to be his brother-in-law. Franz just breathed a sigh of relief, but began to worry again whether Russia was going to do something big. After all, Russia was not only a headache for the British, but its size was too large and its ability to stir up trouble was second only to Britain, the troublemaker.

As a superpower with its territory spanning Europe, Asia, and North America, including Northern Europe, Eastern Europe, the Near East, the Middle East, and the Far East, Russia even had the ability to stir up trouble in North America after Nicholas I announced the dispatch of 20,000 additional troops to North America.

At least that's what the British and Americans think.

But at this time Austria and Russia were too deeply bound together. If Nicholas I were possessed by a berserker, the Austrian Empire would not be able to escape this disaster.

"Please ask him to wait for a moment. I will go see him after I finish my work here."

"No need! I'm already here!"

Alexander flashed out from behind the door and said with a smile.

"I'm here mainly to give gifts and visit my sister."

Bordeaux looked helpless, which Franz could understand.

"Thank you. Thank the Tsar for me."

Franz's answer was very formulaic. Alexander hated hypocritical guys like Franz the most, and he was well aware of Franz's deeds.

However, those deeds are plus points for men of this era, but when such a man is one's brother-in-law, then things are a little different.

Alexander casually pulled out a list of items and handed it to Franz.

"This is the gift list."

In fact, not only Alexander was not interested in the so-called gift, but Franz also did not care. However, for the sake of face for both parties, he still handed it to the court steward Count Fickelmont very solemnly.

"Please keep it and dispose of it properly."

Mrs. Sophie would not let her son do whatever he wanted. Franz had been acting strangely since yesterday. She asked for the gift list and gave it to Countess Monti.

Countess Monti naturally knew what Madame Sophie was going to do, so she immediately read aloud the Tsar's gift list.

"A gold cross, twelve chests of sable furs, and a medal of the Order of Saint Andrew."

Franz and Olga didn't care about these things. After all, as their eldest son and the legitimate heir to the Austrian Empire, he would own these things sooner or later.

Alexander was busy greeting Madame Sophie and Archduke Franz Karl at this time. Etiquette between royal family members was a must, and no one would dare to overstep the line, no matter how unorthodox they were.

"Hello, respected Grand Duke and Grand Duchess."

"Your Majesty Maximilian, I have heard of your reforms."

Alexander and Maximilian clasped their hands tightly together, saying everything.

Then Alexander walked over to Ludwig again. "My God, you're so strong."

Ludwig scratched his head embarrassedly.

Then came the brothers Albrecht and Friedrich.

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Then came Anna.

"The Grand Duchess is getting more and more beautiful."

"Thank you for the compliment."

After some pleasantries, Olga spoke first.

"Brother, why are you here? Aren't you the Governor-General of Poland?"

Alexander replied proudly.

"The old man was fired. He said my reforms were too radical. The Polish people all support me."

"Brother, please stop talking. I already have a general understanding of the situation."

This disappointed Maximilian, who was standing by, as he wanted to learn from Poland's advanced experience. However, in such an occasion, he obviously couldn't say anything.

"Has the little one been named yet?"

Alexander asked.

"It's already been chosen. His name is Carl. Isn't that amazing?"

Olga held up her child with pride.

Alexander looked at it for a while and said.

"The old man said if it's a boy, he wants to give the little guy a middle name."

Franz suddenly felt something was wrong, but Olga had already blurted out the answer.

"What would father like to call him?"

"Augustus. He said that this was the only name worthy of the heir to the Western Roman Empire. What do you think, Habsburgs?"

Although this is a question, there is only one option: accept.

Regardless of other people, Franz felt that these two names were too big for his eldest son, and most people might not be able to bear them.

"Karl Augustus? That doesn't sound good!"

Olga complained.

"It's really not nice to hear. We should listen to the mother."

Olga spoke before Franz had time to figure out what to do next.

"That's Calgar Augustus."

Franz was very upset.

"Then let's call him Carl."

"You're not happy with the name change. Really."

Olga complained.

"Okay! Then let's call him Karl Augustus."

Mrs. Sophie immediately came out to smooth things over.

"Mother, this name is too..."

"That's enough! Franz, now announce the name of the heir to your subjects, and then fire the salute."

Mrs. Sophie's tone left no doubt, and it was obvious that she also liked the name very much.

At this time, Madame Sophie was not the evil mother-in-law in history. On the contrary, she and Olga got along very well.

On the one hand, Olga was born into a Romanov family that was comparable to the Habsburg family. On the other hand, Mrs. Sophie now had her own career and traveled around Europe all day. The distance between the mother-in-law and the daughter-in-law was quite large, and distance created beauty.
It is said that a harmonious family brings prosperity, but when the relationship between the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law is harmonious, it is usually the husband who is isolated.

Everyone looked at Franz. There was no doubt that the outcome was decided and Franz became a real loner.

"Colonel Bordeaux, fire the salute to announce to the world the birth of the Crown Prince of the Austrian Empire."