Versailles is worse than being queen

◎This means the break between France and Russia. ◎

Speaking of this matter in a foreign capital itself meant a great risk, and Mercy stopped her tongue in time.

He hurriedly shook his head: "Your Highness, this is very dangerous. No, absolutely not—at least you absolutely cannot!"

Queen Teresia had a private conversation with him before they set off, and said to him worriedly: "Mercey, my little daughter has always been naughty and easy to get into trouble. Although I feel that she seems to be different this time, but Still very worried..."

"I entrust her safety to you, Monsieur Earl."

Mercy felt that he had switched places with the princess—even if Austria really decided to play a role in the chaotic domestic political situation in Russia after careful consideration, it should be him who was the mediator, not the seven-year-old princess.

Oh, God!Mercy wished she could put the little princess in a sleigh and drag her back to Austria.

He just said, how come the little princess is so well-behaved during this time, she is not as deviant as she heard before—I didn't expect such a dangerous thing to be brewing!

Antanya had expected his reaction in this way, so she put on an angelic smile and said softly, "Lord Mercy, it's not what you think, don't worry."

Of course she would not be involved in a coup plot in a foreign country.

She just likes Empress Ekaterina, and often sticks to her side, eating snacks and chatting with her—how can children's things be called conspiracy?

Earl Melsey was terribly frightened by his conjecture, his heartbeat hadn't calmed down yet, and just as he was about to say something more, there was a knock on the door.

He had no choice but to quickly silence, and gave Antania a warning look—the little princess had quickly put away the gun, and was currently shaking her short legs, happily enjoying the grape jelly in the delicate crystal cup, A look of innocence.

The man who came was the Russian court protocol officer.

"His Majesty the Emperor will hold a grand banquet tonight to celebrate the friendship between Russia and Prussia, and invite the Grand Duchess Antalia of the Holy Roman Empire and the Earl of Mercy."

"Russian-Prussian friendship?" Melsey immediately caught an ominous keyword from it, and asked suspiciously: "What does this mean? When did His Majesty the Tsar discuss with Prussia? Why did we, as Russia's allies, not get prior notice?"

Austria has been at war with Prussia for six years, and Russia is clearly on the same side as Austria.

The protocol officer bowed apologetically: "I'm sorry, His Majesty the Emperor will only announce it at the dinner."

"It's unreasonable!" Mercy burst into anger.

He had inquired a long time ago that when the convoy of the Austrian mission arrived, it was driven to the side gate to be greeted by the queen because the Russian emperor asked them to make way for the late Prussian convoy.

This was already very rude, but no matter what, the empress could be regarded as the supreme ruler of Russia in name, so he endured it.

But right now, Peter III seems to be doing far more extreme things than this.

Mercy couldn't care less about educating the little princess, and went to find the French ambassador in a hurry.

……

Before the dinner, dignitaries and foreign envoys have been invited to the banquet hall.The dinner has not yet started, and everyone is playing a gambling game called "Battlefield".It was a favorite of Peter III.

The Tsar himself was dressed in a fine attire, the crown was crookedly worn on his head, while he buried his head on the gaming table covered with emerald velvet and watched the chips rolling excitedly, while he was still talking to the Swedish ambassador: "Sweden must also sign a treaty with Prussia. Peace treaty!"

The Swedish ambassador frowned subtly, but politely pretended not to hear.

At this time, there was a burst of cheers and applause from around the gaming table-the French ambassador lost to Peter III's uncle Holstoy.

Peter III burst into laughter immediately: "Mr. Baron, you have been defeated by your old opponent!"

Baron Beretelli, the French ambassador, was a military general who had previously fought against Holstein on the German battlefield.

He was already quite unhappy with the dinner, and his face turned red when he heard the emperor's words: "I believe that neither I nor France will fight against Mr. Holstein from now on."

Peter III raised a finger and shook it, and said proudly as if he had succeeded in a prank: "Before you came, Spain was also defeated!"

A few minutes earlier, Count Alimodovar, the Spanish ambassador, had just lost a game.

The smile on the French ambassador's face faded.He said lightly: "Forgive me for not agreeing. Your Majesty, once France and Spain unite, the power will be unstoppable."

But Peter III laughed nonchalantly, and asked in a strange way: "Really? Really?"

This is his country, his court, and he can do as he pleases!If he is not happy, he can pull down and behead all these foreign ambassadors!

Earl Melsey watched the scene seriously from the gaming table next to him, but did not speak.

And Antania sat next to Empress Ekaterina on the small sofa outside the gaming table - children naturally cannot participate in the activities on the gaming table - quietly eating small rye pumpkin biscuits, watching with cold eyes This farce.

Peter III is really like a clown jumping around.

In comparison, Louis XVI, who had been her husband for many years, was actually well-behaved and polite. She shook her head amusedly.

The French ambassador straightened his bow tie and said seriously: "Your Majesty, you once promised to be loyal to the principles of the alliance. I think that if Your Majesty can continue to be loyal to his own responsibilities and principles, then we, France, Spain and Austria will feel at ease. "

Hearing this, Peter III was furious: "Then, Mr. Baron, I announce to you now that I want to conclude a peace treaty with Prussia! I have made peace with the great King Frederick of Prussia!"

The three ambassadors of France, Spain and Austria looked at each other solemnly.

It was clear that the new tsar had publicly and without integrity broken the Southern Treaty previously signed with them.

Earl Mercy's face was particularly ugly.

Originally, Prussia launched a war, and France, Austria, and Russia joined forces to besiege and resist. Prussia has suffered a lot in recent years and is almost at the end of its strength.They were about to win!

Today, Russia's sudden defection may not have that great impact on France in the south, but it is nothing less than a decisive blow to Austria, which is directly within the range of Russia and Prussia.

As for the humiliation of Austria, Silesia, which was invaded and occupied by Prussia decades ago, has not yet been recovered!

"We also want to conclude a peace treaty, Your Majesty." The French ambassador said coldly, "However, like Your Majesty, we also need a peace treaty that is in the interests of the allies."

"Do whatever you want!" Peter III snorted, "It has nothing to do with me. I'm a soldier and I don't like joking." He then turned around and left.

Behind him, the French ambassador calmly raised his wine glass, and slightly tilted the rim of the glass to signal: "Your Majesty, you should understand that I am the representative of France here - whatever you tell me, I will report to His Majesty the King of France." .”

The atmosphere of the scene froze for a moment.

Many senior diplomats present understood that this is a typical diplomatic speech, euphemistic and decent, but it must not be underestimated.

It meant the break between France and Russia.

Peter III turned a blind eye to the subtle atmosphere in the venue, laughed and raised a large glass of vodka: "On this beautiful night, let us have a happy feast together! What a suitable time for drinking and having fun!"

Absolutely fitting, especially for Peter, as the death of the empress who had weighed on him for so many years was the best thing about it.Antanya narrowed her eyes slightly.

The emperor walked up to the Prussian envoy, laughed and said, "To the health of our master, the great King of Prussia!"

Then he raised his glass to the British ambassador: "My dear friend, cheers!"

The British ambassador Kait responded with a knowing smile, and the two drank the wine at the same time - completely ignoring the French ambassador who happened to be in the middle of the two and whose face was already livid.

"Oh, by the way," Peter III suddenly walked to the edge of the crowd and grabbed a smiling woman—this woman was wearing a gorgeous dress full of pearls and diamonds, the colors were dazzlingly bright, her eyes were crooked, and her face was full of freckles. It's beautiful.

Antanya had already quietly found out that this was Peter's new love.He was fascinated by the patroness, perhaps because he himself had been disfigured by smallpox, and found rare resonance in the equally ugly woman.

"Dear guests!" Peter took the woman's hand and walked into the crowd, "I am very happy to announce that my dear Elizabeth and I will be married on St. Peter and St. Paul's Day!"

The foreign envoys have not reacted yet, but the guests in Russia are in an uproar.

Leaving aside the fact that the emperor had already married a wife before he came to the throne, there was already a queen, and the queen was sitting in the hall—everyone knew that the tsar would abolish her sooner or later.

Just talking about the date of the wedding, there is a very big problem-St. Peter and St. Paul's day is the last day of the fasting period for the saints. According to the etiquette of the Russian Orthodox Church, weddings must not be held during the fasting period.

"Oh—I understand." Peter laughed twice, and pressed his palms down, "The Orthodox Church doesn't like this—but the Lutheran Church has no problem with it at all!"

"Friends, it's time to abandon the old church traditions and embrace advanced Protestantism like our German brothers! On this point, I would also like to thank my dear brother, the new Prussian Minister to Russia, for his guidance!"

Before the crowd could make any other noises, Peter III waved his hand: "Shoot the salute!"

The officers on duty immediately issued an order down the stairs: "Fire the salute! Fire the salute!"

Amidst the rumble of cannons, the emperor smiled all over his face, "Everyone, let's drink three cups in a row!"

"The first cup, I wish the royal family members good health!"

"The second cup, I wish the relations between Russia and Prussia to restore the old good!"

"The third cup, I wish Europe prosperity and peace!"

Most of the envoys from various countries were standing in the hall, and those who sat stood up to toast one after another—the few ambassadors who had just experienced unhappiness also reluctantly accepted the emperor's toast.

Everyone seemed to automatically ignore the absurd things the emperor said before the toast.Anyway, the tsar was as naive as a child, and many words can be regarded as farting.

But Antalya didn't move - because Empress Catherine beside her didn't move.

The queen sat where she was, only took a sip of the champagne from the glass, and then put down the glass.

The whole hall was filled with the sound of wine glasses colliding, the chatter and laughter of Russian celebrities and diplomats from various countries, and the palace band playing, and the sound of bang bang salute was a joyous din. No one seemed to notice that the queen was standing in the corner Sitting silently, not saying a word.

But at this moment, a handsome blond young man who played the role of a knight in the court troupe bent down beside the emperor and said something with a smile.

Peter raised his eyebrows and glanced at him, then sneered, and turned his gaze to this side.

Antanya narrowed her eyes slightly.

Peter hooked his fingers and asked the young man to come over and say something to him, then waved his hands impatiently.

The young man then walked through the crowd and walked towards them.

In fact, this young man was very well-born, with tall eyebrows and deep eyes, a pair of hazel eyes outlining a beautiful outline, plus he walks with an elegant and personable posture, wearing that knight outfit naturally reminds people of medieval knights Romance story with princess to come.

But his approaching figure seemed to bring an ominous atmosphere.

The young man finally walked to the side of the queen, "Your Highness."

He bowed down and said to Ekaterina with a half-smile, "His Majesty the Emperor asks you, why don't you drink vodka?"

"Why don't you stand up when everyone is toasting the health of the royal family?"

The author says:

Brain supplement Peter III raised his arms and shouted: MAKERUSSIAGREATAGAIN!