I'm the Dauphin in France

Chapter 621: Palace Fight in Petersburg
The "overseer" holding the pipe shook his head:
"The Dignity Movement had received military training, but they only cared about promoting the prohibition of the transatlantic slave trade and would never cooperate with black people."

Major Oriol said:
"If they have a higher goal, they will be willing to unite all forces that can cooperate."

Several "overseers" looked at him in confusion: "A higher goal?"

“Yes,” Oriol nodded, “For example, pushing for Jamaican independence.”

"This... How is this possible? The British will send an expeditionary force at any time. Even the people from the Dignity Movement are no match for them!"

Oriol seemed confident:
“If it’s just Jamaica, it’s impossible, but if we can get the support of St. Domingo and all the islands in the Caribbean, we can beat anyone.”

The white "supervisor" sighed and said:
"I still think we shouldn't act so hastily. Those soldiers still need at least three months of training..."

"No, Mr. Bryan, please believe me, we will definitely win. The uprising must start on the 15th."

Seeing how confident he was, the others stopped talking.

At present, Saint-Domingue is the "beacon" of abolition in the Caribbean. As a representative of Saint-Domingue, Auriol's words are absolutely authoritative.

At most, they would fail once more. Anyway, there would be a slave uprising every few years. Everyone thought so. For the slaves on the island, perhaps dying in battle was better than being tortured on the plantation all day.

However, only Auriol knew that on the 4th of this month, three days later, the French expeditionary force would land in Saint-Domingue and would be "defeated" by Auger's army on the 9th.

Subsequently, inspired by this great victory, slave uprisings will break out simultaneously in Jamaica, the Bahamas, and the West Indies on the 15th. The black rebels in Saint-Domingue will also provide them with reinforcements depending on the situation.

The entire Caribbean will be completely ablaze!
……

Petersburg.

In an office at the British Embassy in Russia, Lord Whitworth, the British ambassador to Russia, listened to his subordinates' reports and couldn't help but frown and shake his head:

"We have to admit that the King of Poland is a huge nuisance.

"Not only does he have influence over the Tsar, but he can now even interfere with the actions of the Polish war faction."

"This is indeed a bit tricky." His assistant Jos looked embarrassed, "But the Tsar obviously loves him very much. He explained the establishment of the constitution in Poland as 'to facilitate the Tsar's management of Poland', and the Tsar actually accepted this statement."

"Can we get him to go back to Warsaw?"

"This...I'm afraid it won't be easy."

Lord Whitworth recalled what his assistant had just reported about Stanislaw II - they had already placed spies in the Winter Palace and were able to understand in detail the actions of the people around the Tsar.

He suddenly thought of something and looked at his assistant: "That pretty boy, oh, Zubov, why could he tolerate having another man around the Tsar?"

"Well, your Excellency, he seems to think that the King of Poland is just a 'musician' and does not challenge his position."

"Musician?"

"Yes, the Tsar usually just listened to Stanislaw II singing and chatted with him, but he didn't spend the night with him."

Lord Whitworth's eyes suddenly lit up: "Then we will try to make his lover status more official."

"what do you mean?"

"Contact our people in the Winter Palace immediately and ask her to do this... and then..."

three days later.

Catherine II leaned back in the recliner with her eyes squinted, listening comfortably to her Stashi singing "Amours Interdits". She applauded him in appreciation, and then yawned deeply.

She turned her head and looked at the clock. It was already 9 o'clock in the evening, so she signaled to the maid standing at the door: "Bring my coat." "Yes, Your Majesty."

The maid brought a mink coat and helped the Tsar put it on.

The latter casually asked her maid, "Zina, is Pladen in the bedroom?"

As per usual, she was going to sleep with her "young hunk".

The maid hesitated for a moment, but immediately remembered the 5 rubles, so she gritted her teeth and lowered her head and said:

"Your Majesty, General Zubov is not in your bedroom. He said he felt a little tired this afternoon and seemed to have gone back to his room to rest."

She had received a large sum of money from Lord Whitworth a few days ago, and these words were said at the latter's request.

She was not worried about being discovered by the Tsar, because she could easily say, "General Zubov might have gone to the toilet at the time, so he was not in the bedroom, and I misunderstood."

The Tsar could at most reprimand her a few words, and there would be no danger.

Catherine II frowned slightly, lay back in her chair, and signaled to Stanislaw II:
"Starshi, let's talk for a while."

Upon seeing this, the maid Gina hurriedly ordered the maid to burn the fireplace more vigorously, while she quietly lit the incense that had been placed next to her.

Stanisław II then began to speak sweet words, occasionally mixing in some "private talk" about politics.

Catherine II, on the other hand, felt increasingly hot. She took off her outermost layer of clothing and looked at the King of Poland with a dazed look in her eyes.

Stanislaw II felt something in his heart, remembering that Zina said the Tsar was in a good mood today, so he moved closer to her again.

Catherine II suddenly reached out and took him into her arms, and whispered, "Stasi, hold me tight."

"Oh, oh, okay..."

Zina immediately signaled the servants to leave. When she closed the door, charming sounds were heard in the room, and the candlelight began to dance rhythmically.

11 pm.

Pladen Zubov paced anxiously in Catherine II's bedroom, and finally could not help but waved to his entourage:
"Go check the situation again."

"Yes, sir!"

After a while, the follower returned, lowered his head very low, and whispered:

"Master, the maid said that His Majesty is in that old man's room, and... the lights have been turned off."

"This is damned!"

Zubov's face was terribly gloomy. He punched the wall and kept muttering:

"No, I have to do something, something..."

His identity, status and wealth all came from being the exclusive favor of Catherine II. Even the Tsar's number one lover Potemkin could not shake his position in the Tsar's bed.

And that damn old Polish man, it would have been fine if he just sang a song at first, but today he actually dared to spend the night with His Majesty the Tsar!
His eyes suddenly fixed, he turned back to his room and began to write a letter to Potemkin.

A few days later, Potemkin, who was in Yassy, ​​frowned when he saw the letter sent from St. Petersburg.

The letter clearly stated: The King of Poland told the Tsar on his bed that Poland was willing to send 30,000 troops to assist Prince Potemkin in attacking Silislat.

(End of this chapter)