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

Chapter 69 Sophia: Sorry, I was nervous for the first time
Peter originally planned to arrange the duel in St. Petersburg, but one incident disrupted his plan.

During an evening greeting with his aunt, she told him that he was going to Moscow with her.

Peter froze for a moment.

Then I thought about the current time and suddenly realized.

The aunt, the female tsar, and the court ministers are used to living in Moscow at the end or beginning of the year, which has formed a habit.

After all, although St. Petersburg is a new capital, most court officials and nobles still yearn for Moscow.

Because their ancestors lived in Moscow for generations, they cherished the palaces and homes in the old capital very much, which led to a very strange phenomenon that even later generations could not understand.

On their return from Moscow, many officials hurriedly begged their aunt to allow them to take a break from their official duties for a year, or six months, just to fall behind the brigade returning to St. Petersburg.

Fearing that they would not be able to obtain permission, there will be a large number of people who complain of illness under false pretenses.

Then there would be a whole host of legal and economic complications, all of which must be settled in Moscow without delay.

Therefore, it is fast when going, and extremely slow when returning.

In this matter, he had no choice, and Peter felt that there was nothing wrong with it, just follow his aunt.

In addition, his aunt also told him a piece of news:
"Those princesses are coming soon, including that Princess Sophia."

After leaving his aunt's palace, Peter decided to improvise.

Among so many princesses, he only paid attention to Sophia.

After all, marrying Sophia means that he knows the future situation in his chest, and if he marries a princess from another country, even if the chances are small, the marriage may lead to the alliance of the country, or enter a non-hostile state.

The changes brought about were not what he wanted to see.

Thinking that the two parties in this duel were Sophia's Top2 lovers in the previous life, Peter decided to arrange a show.

There is no other reason to do this, but just to make sure that Sofia is just an innocent little princess now.

If she was, then she wouldn't have a problem with the duel, otherwise... he'd have to think twice.

……

As night fell, Peter called Mirkowski and asked him to send a message to Matrona, asking her to find a way to follow her to Moscow.

As for the method, he doesn't care.

Moscow is the old capital that all the nobles yearn for, and he believes that Sergei must also yearn for it.

If Matrona can't even do this, then she is only worthy of being a vase.

"Your Highness, that Adelaide..."

At bedtime, when she heard Peter say that she was going to Moscow, Vorontsova couldn't help reminding her even though she was delighted.

Peter smiled and said:
"Let her pretend to be a maid and follow."

Those princesses are coming soon, and Luisa can't hide anymore, she must show up to run for the crown prince.

But he would not choose this woman.

After Luisa lost the election, there was no reason to kill Adelaide, but to be glad that Adelaide was still alive.

Otherwise, the most beloved little daughter died, and it would be difficult for Louis XV to explain.

After the concubine selection was over, Peter hoped that Adelaide would go back and get close to Mrs. Pompadour.

Whether it will be useful in the future, only the future will know.

"Zova, go to sleep."

Peter smiled at Voroncova.

Voroncova lowered her head shyly. She now understood why His Highness stopped last time, so she worked hard to improve.

And His Highness has been resting recently, and always likes to lie beside her, and she is also full of joy in her heart.

Voroncova quickly undressed, and Peter just watched it all with a smile.

Little maid, Chervin, huh?
Why did he think of Chervin at this time?
……

Elizabeth has no scruples about the princesses who are coming, and she does exactly what she wants. She just talked to Peter for a day.

Started to leave the next day, full of vigor and resoluteness.

And this time, the court ministers seemed to have been beaten with chicken blood, and their efficiency was surprisingly high.

Peter was sitting in the luxury carriage, chatting with his aunt while lamenting the luxury of his aunt's carriage.

The eloquent Peter tried every means to please his aunt, and his aunt laughed non-stop along the way, which surprised the Duchess Polia outside.

She really knows the relationship between His Majesty and His Highness very well. She never expected that there would be no barrier between the two of them in just a week.

If she hadn't been by His Majesty's side all the time, it would be unbelievable. Is this the same Peter who troubled His Majesty before?

"Your Highness has changed too much..."

Mrs. Polia couldn't help but sigh in her heart, and felt relieved for His Majesty.

And just as Peter and the Empress took the same car to Moscow, Sophia and her daughter, who had just arrived in St. Petersburg, were stunned.

Only one day away, they missed Her Majesty the Queen and Her Highness?

But even so, as the "first" princesses to arrive, the two also ushered in a grand reception.

The people who received them were the officials who stayed behind and some foreign envoys from various countries.

After welcoming the princesses from all over the world, they also rushed to Moscow.

After all, the location of the queen represents the political center.

For Sophia's arrival, envoys from various countries have cast their inquiring eyes.

Some well-informed people know that this is Princess Sophia, but some don't know why.

In their minds, they compared the people who came to run for the crown prince one by one, but there was no result. They couldn't help wondering which beautiful little girl this was?
But the welcome was not slacking off with all the stares.

The Russian officials received the empress's personal instruction to receive the princesses who came in royal style.

Then, on the banks of the frozen Neva River, earth-shattering salutes sounded.

Outside the palace, a guard of honor saluted Johanna and Sofia.

In the palace, people in bright military uniforms and satin or gold velvet dresses smiled and bowed to them.

Sophia was very nervous. This is Russia, where she will be for the rest of her life if she becomes the Crown Princess.

Her face became as red as blood.

But the poor girl from the poor little principality still pretended to be calm.

Although she stumbles with her left foot and right foot from time to time, Sophia insists that it is someone else's foot.

She walks just fine!

It's a lady.

As for Johanna, her expression was erratic, as if she was in the clouds.

She would have lost her composure if she hadn't spent years running among dignified relatives and the royal family.

But her strong vanity does not allow her to make a fool of herself.

As for the daughter, I can't take care of it, Sophia can do it.

She shuttled among the guests like a fluttering butterfly, greeting with a smile from time to time, chatting a few more words, covering her mouth with a smile, showing a series of silver bell-like laughter, and then she left.

It shows the social style of celebrities.

Sophia followed behind her mother and turned into a green leaf.

Johanna is even more eye-catching with Sofia's reticence and mostly smiles.

The officials and envoys who saw this scene shook their heads secretly. It was not the mother who was running for the crown prince, but the daughter.

But this daughter's behavior like this, plus her shoulders are not broad, her waist is not thick, I'm afraid she won't please the empress.

After all, with this figure, it will be difficult to have children.

The envoys looked at each other and couldn't help but feel relieved.

They can look forward to the next princess.

(End of this chapter)