In mid-April, news came from Istanbul that the Ottoman Empire wanted to send envoys to St. Petersburg.

"I'm afraid the Ottomans are trying to take the opportunity to confirm the current situation of Empress Elizabeth, right?"

Razumovsky sighed and said with a sad brow.

"Hehe, what else can it be! Oh, it seems, to prepare for war mobilization! ”

Prime Minister Bestuzhev sourly responded.

"However, the army is not ready for battle, because of the continuous heavy snowfall in the past few months, the supply of new weapons in the border areas is difficult, the new weapons have not been installed on a large scale, and the military factory is also due to the weather, the general shortage of raw materials, so the production is slow. On the whole, it will be at least until summer and autumn before normal supply can be basically restored."

Field Marshal Aplekshin Jr. also expressed his opinion very bluntly.

"Well, what else?"

Peter leaned back in his chair and crossed his legs, tapping rhythmically on the table with one hand.

In the past few months, he has gradually become accustomed to the posture of a commanding superior.

"The relocation of the church is still ongoing, and it is a little slow because it is still snowing in most areas..."

Deputy Prime Minister Volyntsov said with some embarrassment.

"Well, then let's hope that when the Ottoman envoys arrive in St. Petersburg, my aunt will have returned to this position."

Peter laughed playfully.

"So, what's the reason for coming to me in a hurry?"

At the end of April, the Ottoman emissaries had already entered the territory of the Russian Empire.

On this day, Peter was in his 'studio' fiddling with an intricately crafted model of a sailing ship when Catherine hurried in.

"It's... I will whisper to Your Highness."

"Uh... Say it fast."

Catherine wanted to whisper to Peter, but Peter subconsciously took a step back.

"Okay, I said it wouldn't work yet!"

The woman pouted crimson.

"I feel like I might... With the "

"Huh? Really fake! ”

Peter exclaimed.

"Shhhh I'm not sure yet, but I think it's probably true..."

At the age of 22, it can be regarded as a late marriage in the future, but after all, it is the first time, and it is still an exciting and nervous thing for Catherine.

"Uh... Well, that... Then you pay more attention to your body and eat more good food..."

Guo Zijing in Peter's body has never experienced such a thing as having a child, and he will be flustered for a while.

"Thank you, Your Highness!"

The woman smiled shyly.

Bang!

At that moment, the door to the room was pushed open.

"What's going on!"

Peter screamed without looking back, as if to vent his nervousness.

"Your Highness, Her Majesty can get out of bed!"

It was Mirkovsky who hurried to inform him.

"What! Why is this time coming? ”

Peter jerked back, staring at Mirkovsky's face to see something suspicious, and then glancing at a stunned Catherine.

"Oh-well, it seems that this is God's will... Sooner or later, it will come! ”

Peter said bitterly, holding his hands through his hair.

"Auntie, you can't do this!"

In Empress Elizabeth's private reception room, Peter yelled and vented his grievances.

"Even if you deny the development of immigrants in Siberia, why should even the ranks of the Guards be forcibly changed back? Don't you see the military changes of other powers at all? Do you want to have an army of scrap wood? ”

"Hmph, dare you speak to me like that, huh? It's not your turn to preach in this palace, is it? ”

Empress Elizabeth replied in a cold tone as she ate her lunch with gusto.

"Although I should thank you for inviting famous doctors from all over the world for me, and I didn't expect you to visit me during my serious illness, but things are all the same! You have to understand one thing, and that is that there can only be one emperor in the Russian Empire! Whenever I wake up, I'll say no to your decision! ”

"What about the warships that the British helped build? Do you want to cancel too? ”

Peter glared at the Empress with angry eyes, and the result was a confrontation, a confrontation.

"Now that the construction has begun, it will probably be against the face of Britain to cancel it again, but after the construction of the existing 4 ships, there will be no follow-up plans, and the mechanics you asked Shuvalov to send must also come back together, and the British must not be allowed to think that Russia is snooping on their secrets! Can you stop doing all these things! Well? It also hindered the British shipbuilding program ... Cut, what a dream! ”

"Why..."

"Britain's shipbuilding capacity alone is greater than that of the rest of Europe combined! I don't understand anything, but I'm self-righteous all day long! Do you think the British will care about those docks? Did you know that Britain could build more than 30 battleships at the same time? Want to disgust someone? You don't even deserve to carry shoes, do you know! ”

“... I"

"Also, do you think you've made that Cossack militia harass? Did you know that the Ottomans could easily send 3 or 400,000 people across the Black Sea to land in Crimea? What else is the Caucasian Defense Alliance? This is a terrible plan that I vetoed a long time ago, and you still get toyed with it by Bestuzhev! What role can those three little broken countries in the Caucasus play, do you know you? Russia simply doesn't have the energy and time to deal with these three weak chickens now! ”

“...”

"Alright, go back to your sailboat! Don't get in my way! ”

"You... Hum! ”

Peter strode out of the room in a rage.