I am Peter III, Emperor of the Hexagon of the Goose Kingdom

Chapter 59 Add poison to poison, fight poison with poison?
Peter walked towards the fox mask woman while thinking about Sergey's information.

Sergei Saltykov came from one of the oldest and most prominent noble families in Russia.

His older brother is insignificant, the brothers' father was the aunt's adjutant, and their mother was loyal to the aunt during the coup four years ago.

Sergey's wife was Matriona Balk, who was also a court lady.

The marriage was completely on Sergey's whim. At that time, he saw Matrona swinging on the swing. The breeze lifted the hem of Matrona's skirt, exposing her ankles. Proposal.

But he soon got tired of Matrona and returned to his romantic nature, leaving Matrona alone in the empty room.

Peter didn't really seduce Matriona, it was Sergei who was too vile to describe.

Sergey, exile is not enough, he must die!
……

"Beautiful lady, may I ask you to dance?"

Under the aristocratic manner, Peter wearing the mask of the devil walked to Matrona's side.

Sergey was chatting and laughing in the distance, courting a young woman, and Matrona could not help feeling resentful.

Perhaps out of revenge, or perhaps infected by the enthusiastic atmosphere at this time, Matrona readily agreed.

The two began to dance, and then occasionally touched each other.

Peter's current stature points have reached the average value of the nobility, and he possesses the skills of nobility's demeanor, and he has inevitably shown his own advantages in close fitting.

Matrona looked at Peter in amazement.

Peter said apologetically:

"Ma'am, please don't mind my rudeness, it's just in its nature and annoying."

Under the cover of the fox mask, Matrona blushed a little, and then took the opportunity of dancing to glance at her, and couldn't help being secretly surprised.

Those who didn't know thought there was a matchlock gun hidden.

This... is too incredible!
Then, for some reason, Matrona staggered, and Peter held her up.

Although Peter's complete face cannot be seen, both his posture and eyes are full of gentlemanly demeanor and are perfect.

"Miss, please be careful, if you fall, the Holy Mother will sigh."

Peter's words blow the earth like a spring breeze, making all the flowers bloom.

Matrona's heart couldn't help beating wildly.

At this moment, Matriona felt that she was a little unstable.

"You can really talk."

Matrona couldn't remember how long it had been since she lowered her head shyly like a girl.

Peter smiled.

He let go of Matrona's hand, and made a gentlemanly salute to her:
"Ma'am, just this one song, your figure and appearance have been imprinted in my heart, I'm afraid I will lose sleep every night in the future, please allow me to toast to you."

The waiter just happened to come to Peter. Peter picked up the wine, drank it, and then turned and left.

Matrona was stunned, and couldn't help feeling lost.

How did he just leave?
He didn't even ask his own name?
After a long time, she looked back and saw her husband was still flirting with the young woman. Matrona couldn't help feeling disgusted, and her bitterness and resentment made her move her footsteps to chase after her.

However, it took only a split second, but she never found that figure again.

……

Seeing that Peter and the woman finally finished dancing and left, the two women's eyes lit up at the same time, and they set off immediately.

At this time Peter came to the palace terrace to ventilate.

He didn't like the hustle and bustle of the party, and he'd better show up when his aunt came.

Looking at the night sky, a hesitant voice suddenly came from behind:

"His Highness...is that you, Your Highness?"

Peter froze for a moment, then turned around, but what he saw was a sheep's head, which startled him.

As if knowing that His Highness was disturbed, the man hurriedly took off his mask, and saluted Peter fearfully:

"Your Highness...I'm sorry, I surprised you...!"

The moonlight was like water, falling on the terrace, taking advantage of the moonlight, Peter saw that it was Countess Roman.

Peter suddenly realized that with Faranelli present, such a luxurious event, and the baptism in the afternoon, the family would naturally attend.

Thinking that this lady only had two years to live, Peter couldn't help but feel pity.

He smiled and said:
"Countess, where is the little angel?"

The Countess hastily replied:
"Your Highness, your goddaughter is asleep, and a servant is watching over her."

Peter nodded, looked at the Countess's respectful look and said:

"You don't have to be so restrained, relax, it's just fine, let's chat."

After speaking, Peter sat down. He wanted to ask the countess what regrets she had in life.

After all, if the trajectory remained the same, she would only have two years to live. Around him, this was probably the first person he knew who would die, so it was inevitable that she would feel a little emotional.

"Yes, Your Highness."

Although the countess said yes, she keenly caught Peter's gaze looking at the vodka, and hurried over to pour it for Peter.

A scent full of temptation rushed towards his face, Peter frowned. For some reason, he suddenly felt that the Countess seemed very hot!

Ok?
How is this going?

(End of this chapter)