At this time, Europe.
After Sophia gave birth to Peter III and Paul, another piece of good news reached Moscow.
The Russian and Austrian forces invaded the city of Berlin and occupied it.
After hearing the news, Queen Elizabeth I sighed with emotion: "Lady luck finally came to our side. In not much time, two things happened that made everyone happy."
Everyone nodded, and they thought so.
Dolgoruky pinched his beautiful mustache and said with a smile: "The Lord protects us. The birth of His Highness Paul and the achievements of Berlin all show that an era will soon come for us."
A smile appeared on the corner of Elizabeth I's mouth. Ever since Long Yan created the third island chain, the powerful Tsarist Russia had been trapped in the cold and bitter land by the hateful Long Yan people and Ottoman.
Not a day goes by that they don't want to get out of this hellish place.
Until a dispute broke out in Prussia, Archduke Theresa of Austria joined forces with her to form a coalition.
This gave Tsarist Russia the opportunity to enter the European battlefield and reunite with their old rival Prussia.
Now the Prussian city of Berlin has been captured, which is the royal capital of Prussia.
Prussia would be torn apart by them, and the war would end with their victory.
Elizabeth I's long-awaited wish will come true. She can't wait to see Frederick II kneeling in front of her and surrendering.
All over Tsarist Russia, the whole country was rejoicing because of this incident.
The crown prince of Tsarist Russia and the confirmed next czar, Peter III was silent.
Frederick II was his idol, and he still could not forget the heroic manner in which Frederick II commanded the Prussian army to fight when they were on the verge of despair.
It was he who single-handedly established Prussia, and his lofty ideals impressed Peter III.
Peter III was also Germanic, and Frederick II unified the Germanic tribes.
Add a German emperor to the Holy Roman Empire.
Peter III silently left the Moscow palace without attracting anyone's attention and returned to his residence.
In her own room, Princess Sophia was taking care of Paul. Her eyes were filled with Paul's little body and she would not leave for a moment.
Today was her once a week chance to see Paul.
Since she was left with Paul, Elizabeth I ordered someone to take him away, and now someone is responsible for taking care of him.
After giving birth to Paul, her status changed but not that much. From the attitude of everyone in the delivery room towards her, she knew that she was just a birth machine for the Russian royal family.
Just to keep giving birth to children for them and expand their family.
When she saw Peter III's own husband coming back in despair like a defeated soldier, she just glanced at it and said indifferently: "Prussia will soon be destroyed, and it may be merged into Tsarist Russia or Austria. .”
Hearing this, Peter III laughed coldly and said lightly: "Why does our Prussian princess also start to care about the situation in her own country?"
"You'd better pray that Prussia doesn't fall. If Prussia does, you will become a prisoner of Tsarist Russia."
Hearing this, Princess Sophia's face was extremely gloomy. She had married into Tsarist Russia. In every sense, she was from Tsarist Russia.
Even her last name has been changed to Ekaterina!
This name is very characteristic of Tsarist Russia.
"I am already your wife, the real wife of the future Tsar. Peter, I don't know where I offended you, causing you to curse like this."
Peter III glanced at Sophia and felt slightly moved in his heart.
In fact, he is the one who does not want to see the fall of Tsarist Russia.
Maybe I should pass on the information again...
That night in Peter's palace, a guard went out of the city to an unknown place, and all this was known by Peter III's bedfellow.
She passed this information on to Elizabeth I.
This is not the first time.
Peter III had delivered key messages to Frederick II numerous times.
But each time it was known to Elizabeth I.
Every time Elizabeth I would choose to forgive Peter III simply because she was the son of her beloved sister.
My favorite nephew.
When Sophia reported secretly at night, Elizabeth I watched Peter III once again deliver a message to Frederick II at such an important moment.
Her heart was beating violently, and the deterioration of her condition no longer allowed her to get angry.
"You bastard!" Queen Elizabeth I's angry voice shook the palace.
The surrounding maids were so frightened that they immediately crawled to their knees. Only Princess Sophia stood in front of the curtain with her head lowered.
Elizabeth I felt as if her heart was being pricked by needles, covering up the torture of her illness and making her miserable.
Her body was shaking.
"Call him to me!"
Not long after, Peter III was brought to Elizabeth I.
Snap!
Peter III looked at the crystal cup that Elizabeth I had smashed, and it shattered. He was still confused and suddenly knew what happened.
Elizabeth I walked out from behind the curtain in her nightgown, enduring great pain. She looked at everyone present indifferently, and said majestically: "Step aside, give me and Peter some space."
Princess Sophia nodded slightly and exited with the maid. Only Elizabeth I and Peter III were left in the room.
Elizabeth I walked barefoot in front of the kneeling Peter III. She stared at the face of her beloved nephew, raised her right hand and dropped it hard.
Snapped!
"Are you willing to see Tsarist Russia defeated?"
"Prussia is the enemy of Tsarist Russia. You are the crown prince of Tsarist Russia, not the crown prince of a German country!"
Peter III looked at Elizabeth I stubbornly and said: "Your Majesty, you snatched me away when I was the Crown Prince of Sweden and told me to become the Crown Prince of Tsarist Russia."
"And you never asked me if I was willing. I didn't even speak a word of Russian before coming here, and I didn't understand Russian history and culture. How could I be willing to become the crown prince here?"
After hearing these words, Elizabeth I felt as if she had been struck by a battleship in the heart. She stepped back, clutching her heart as severe cramping pain spread throughout her body.
"I allowed the formation of an army from Swedish families," she said in disbelief.
"You are allowed to deliver messages to Frederick II again and again."
"Allow you, indulge you..."
With a bang, the thin body of the person carrying Tsarist Russia hit the bed, shaking violently, and she breathed heavily.
He opened his mouth wide and wanted to spit out the countless words stuck in his throat, but he couldn't speak or curse.
She looked at Peter III with anger, confusion, and love, and stretched out her hands, hoping that he would come to her side.
But Peter III's next words completely defeated her wish.
"Dragging me to this cursed place is like being arrested. If I had been freed, wouldn't I be sitting on the throne of a civilized country now?"
After Peter III said these words, he never looked at Elizabeth I again and left angrily.
"Pe... Peter!"
She looked desperately at Peter III's leaving figure, until her eyes lost their sparkle and breath of life, she kept looking in that direction.
