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

Chapter 67 Sophia August Frederica
Just when Peter took Chernyshov, Milkovsky and some disguised guards out of the palace, and started his plan to hunt and hunt Matrona, the Black Sea.

"Break the ice—set sail—!"

The housekeeper's face already had some vicissitudes on his face, but his expression was very excited.

After receiving the nobleman's order to set off with a huge sum of money, he did not dare to delay for a moment, and started his first cross-border journey with the best of the 30 serfs he chose.

France was an eye-opener for him. This time, there were many hardships and adventures on the way, but he kept in mind the nobleman's instructions and resolutely refrained from causing trouble. All he did was to accomplish his goal.

Fortunately, only three serfs have been lost so far, one died of illness on the road, and the other two...

And he lived up to expectations and brought back what the nobleman wanted.

Although most of the money was spent on managing the courtiers, the checks on things like clothes were not strict.

The butler doesn't know the taste of clothes, he just thinks these things are very gorgeous, and they are good things that he has never seen in his life.

The nobleman and the lady must like it very much.

As a result, the merchant ship he is currently on is full of crates, which has caused his funds to become tight.

Fortunately, as long as they are hungry and eat a little less every day, they should be able to persist in returning to St. Petersburg.

The thought of seeing the young lady and the noble man who could complete the task brought tears to the eyes of not only the butler but also the remaining 27 serfs.

Because they looked back, the brutal Ottomans were exploiting and beating passing merchants at the docks.

Two of their serfs were beaten to death alive, and they didn't dare to resist or cause trouble. Everything was just for the nobleman's confession...

Thinking of this, they put their backs on their backs and looked at the direction of the merchant ship. Everyone looked forward to it.

'We are back, St. Petersburg, waiting for us...'

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At the same time, a group of people are on the way to travel, and they have already left the town of Stedding.

Headed by the two princesses, Sofia and her mother Johanna.

Sofia was a slender girl at thirteen, with satin-dark chestnut hair, sparkling dark blue eyes, and pouty, bud-like lips.

Two years have passed, and she is even more beautiful, especially those eyes, which are unforgettable at first sight.

Two princesses, an officer, three female courtiers accompanying the princess, a male entourage, and a chef are all configurations for this trip.

Johanna's alias "Countess Ryan Baker".

Prince Christian August said goodbye to his daughter in Schwyz an der Oder, 50 miles east of Berlin, and both broke down in tears.

For several days in a row, Sophia was depressed.

Until a few days later, the longing for the future rekindled her enthusiasm, and she began to learn Russian while looking at the scenery outside excitedly.

The journey was not short.

After departing from Berlin Schwyz, at a post station, the daughter who missed her father sent a letter:
"Your Excellency, I implore you to believe that your suggestions and advice will always be engraved in my heart, and the seeds of the sacred faith sown in my soul will remain here forever.

For this reason, I pray to God to give me courage, so that I have the ability to face the temptation ahead...

I hope this effort will not be in vain, and I hope to take some solace in continuing to hear good news about my dear father.

As long as I live in this world, I can say with full respect that I will always be Your Highness, your humblest, most filial, most pious daughter and servant, Sophia. "

Then, with Sophia's longing, a mother's ambition, and the conspiracy of the King of Prussia, the carriage drove to Russia without stopping.

Because there was no snowfall and no sleds suitable for hard surfaces, the group could only ride along the frozen ruts in a cumbersome carriage.

Day after day, up and down, wobbly and bumpy.

The cold wind blowing from the Baltic Sea howled into the carriage from all directions. Even though she was wearing a thick coat and covered her face and nose with a wool mask, Sophia was still shivering from the cold, and hugged her mother tightly. Together.

Passing through the German towns of Danzig and Königsberg, dinner is a can of hot chocolate drink, a plate of roast chicken, is Sofia's particularly happy time.

In this way, every morning along the icy road all the way to the east, passing through a series of crude post stations, experiencing the huge stove in the common room, and the freezing cold bedroom, Sophia was in pain and happiness.

When crossing Courland, Sophia was amazed to see a huge comet burning in the dark night sky, and she didn't know where it fell.

On the way, because she drank beer too much, she suffered from indigestion and suffered for several days.

The weather is getting colder and colder, and there is still no snowfall. Every day, from dawn to dusk, the convoy creaks along the rutted and frozen ground.

After passing through Memel, there was no longer a post, and the team had to rent replacement horses from local farmers.

Finally, the long journey had a joyous moment.

In Mitau, on the border between the Kingdom of Poland and Lithuania and Russia, a Russian colonel was waiting for them.

The colonel was the commander of the Russian border garrison. Along the way, Sophia met another Russian minister of the interior, the former Russian ambassador to London, Prince Semuel Naryshkin.

After the Prince hosted a welcome party in the Empress' honor, the convoy drove to Riga.

The vice-governor of Riga and a municipal representative waited on the banks of the Dvina River, which had frozen, and a magnificent royal carriage was parked by the river.

Sophia and her mother entered the city in this carriage, and guns were fired everywhere in the castle to salute them. At this moment, Sophia was extremely excited.

Finally bid farewell to the long journey, she came to Russia!
In Riga, they rode in the royal sleigh carriage.

The sleds were on rockers, and ten horses pulled a log cabin big enough for them to stretch out on beds covered in feathers and satin cushions.

　Sophia's girlhood in Stettin and the reason why she went to Russia from Stettin, because there are too many descriptions, many people can't read it, so I put it in the author's section, if you are interested, you can read it.

　　
　
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