Exceptionally Low Expectations

Chapter 792

At Vienna Palace, Franz was playing with his several-month-old grandson.

Recently, the United Kingdom, France, and Russia had all been extremely busy, while everything at home was running normally. With nothing to do, Franz could only occupy himself by fussing over the little fellow.

A burst of wailing broke out, leaving Franz flustered and scrambling.

Just then, a maid hurried over and said anxiously, "Your Majesty, news has just come from outside the palace. Prime Minister Felix fainted as soon as he left home today. He is currently being treated."

Hearing this terrible news, Franz no longer had the mind to attend to his crying little grandson. He handed little Charles directly to the maid.

He ordered, "Prepare the carriage at once. I'm leaving the palace!"

Man is not grass or wood; how could he be without feeling?

Ever since the era of the Great Revolution, Felix had been Austria's prime minister. The two had worked closely together for over thirty years, dragging the House of Habsburg back from the brink of death after it had fallen into hell.

In terms of merit, Felix could be called the foremost contributor to the revival of the House of Habsburg.

Felix Schwarzenberg, born in 1800, was now eighty-five years old. Considering the average lifespan of this era, he had already exceeded it by more than double.

At that thought, Franz's heart sank.

Time spared no one. Even as emperor, he could only watch helplessly as the people around him departed one after another, powerless to stop it.

At eighty-five, let alone now, even in the twenty-first century, once someone of that age fell ill, it would be difficult for them to recover.

As Austria's prime minister, Felix naturally had a personal physician at his constant service, and all manner