Life of Being a Crown Prince in France-Chapter 711 - 620: Vying for Favor

Chapter 711 -620: Vying for Favor

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The Supervisor with the pipe shook his head, “People from the ‘Dignity Movement’ have received military training, but they only care about pushing for the prohibition of the transatlantic slave trade, they would never cooperate with black people.”

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Major Aureol said, “If they had higher goals, they would be willing to ally with any forces that could cooperate.”

Several Supervisors looked at him doubtfully, “Higher goals?”

“Yes,” Major Aureol nodded, “For example, pushing for the independence of Jamaica.”

“How is that possible? The British would send an expeditionary force at any time, even the ‘Dignity Movement’ wouldn’t stand a chance against them!”

But Major Aureol seemed confident, “If it were just Jamaica, of course it wouldn’t be possible, but if we could get support from Santo Domingo, and even all the islands of the Caribbean Sea, we could defeat anyone.”

The white Supervisor sighed, “You have indeed achieved great victories, but I still think you shouldn’t act so hastily. Those soldiers need at least three months more training…”

“No, Mr. Brian, please trust me, we will surely win. The uprising must be launched on the 15th.”

Seeing his firm conviction, the others said no more.

At the moment, Santo Domingo was the beacon of abolitionism in the Caribbean Sea Region. As the representative of Santo Domingo, Major Aureol’s words carried absolute authority.

At most, there would be another failure; after all, there would be a slave rebellion every few years. Everyone thought so, and for the slaves on the island, dying in battle was better than enduring torture in the plantations every day.

However, Major Aureol knew that on the 4th of this month, just three days from now, the French Expeditionary Army would land in Santo Domingo and be “defeated” by Oreal’s forces on the 9th.

Following that great victory, slave uprisings would simultaneously erupt on the 15th in Jamaica, the Bahamas, and the West Indies. Depending on the situation, Santo Domingo’s black Rebel Army would also provide them with reinforcements.

The entire Caribbean Sea Region was about to be set ablaze!

…

Saint Petersburg.

In an office of the British Embassy in Russia, Lord Whitworth, the British Ambassador to Russia, listened to his subordinate’s report and couldn’t help but frown and shake his head: “We must admit, the King of Poland is a tremendous trouble.

“He not only influences the Tsar but now even interferes with actions against the militant faction in Poland.”

“This is indeed a bit tricky.” His assistant, George, looked troubled, “but the Tsar obviously adores him. This time, the constitution set up in Poland was explained by him as ‘to facilitate the Tsar’s management of Poland’, and the Tsar actually accepted this explanation.”

“Is there a way to make him roll back to Warsaw?”

“This, I’m afraid, won’t be easy.”

Lord Whitworth recalled the situation of Stanisław II his assistant had just reported—they had already placed informants in the Winter Palace, who could understand every move of the people around the Tsar in detail.

He suddenly thought of something and looked at his assistant, “That pretty boy, oh, Zubov, why can he tolerate another man by the Tsar’s side?”

“My lord, he seems to think that the King of Poland is just a ‘musician’ and hasn’t challenged his position.”

“Musician?”

“Yes, the Tsar usually just listens to Stanislaw II sing and chats with him, but does not spend the night with him.”

Lord Whitworth’s eyes lit up at once, “Then let’s make his status as a lover a bit more formal.”

“What do you mean?”

“Contact our people in the Winter Palace immediately and have her do this… and then…”

Three days later.

Catherine II squinted her eyes as she leaned comfortably on the chaise lounge, listening contentedly as her Stach finished singing “Amours Interdits” and applauded him appreciatively, before letting out a long yawn.

She turned her head to look at the clock, seeing that it was already 9 PM, and signaled to the maid standing by the door, “Bring my coat.”

“Yes, Your Majesty.”

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

The latter then casually asked her maid, “Jina, is Pladen in the bedroom?”

As was customary, she intended to retire with her “young meat” for the night.

The maid hesitated for a moment, but immediately remembered the 5,000 Rubles she had received a few days earlier, gritted her teeth, and lowered her head, “Your Majesty, General Zubov is not in your bedroom. He mentioned feeling tired this afternoon and seemed to have gone to rest in his own room.”

It was indeed for the money from Lord Whitworth that she told this lie.

She was not worried about being discovered by the Tsar, as she could easily claim she had misunderstood, “Perhaps General Zubov had gone to the restroom at the time, so he wasn’t in the bedroom.”

The Tsar would at most scold her lightly, posing no real danger.

Catherine II slightly furrowed her brow, reclined back into her chair, and signaled to Stanislaw II, “Stach, let’s chat for a while then.”

Seeing this, maid Jina busied herself by signaling the maid to stoke the fireplace a bit more vigorously, while quietly lighting the already prepared aromatherapy nearby.

Stanislaw II began to shower her with sweet nothings and occasionally slipped in a few politically charged “private goods.”

Meanwhile, Catherine II felt increasingly warm and removed the outermost layer of her clothing, her gaze towards the King of Poland slowly turning misty.

Stanislaw II, sensing her good mood, scooted closer to her.

Suddenly, Catherine II pulled him into her arms from behind and whispered softly, “Stach, hold me tight.”

“Oh, alright…”

Jina immediately signaled for the servants to leave. After she closed the door, the room was immediately filled with the sound of intimacy, and the candlelight flickered along.

Catherine and Potemkin had maintained an intimate lifelong friendship. For the most part, Potemkin, the Empress, and her latest lovers maintained a ménage à trois relationship within the court. Being a favorite seemed a high-risk position, with Zvedavsky followed by Semyon Zorich (from May 1777 to May 1778), Ivan Linsky-Korsakov (from May 1778 to late 1778), Alexander Lanskoy (from 1780 to 1784), Alexander Yermolov (from 1785 to 1786), Alexander Dmitrievich Mammonov (from 1786 to 1789), and Pladen Zubov (from 1789 to 1796). Potemkin vetted these candidates and seemed inclined to maintain the relationship and “fill in” the gaps left by these favorites. Potemkin also arranged for the Empress to catch Linsky-Korsakov in an embrace with another woman. During the relatively long affair between the Empress and Lanskoy, Potemkin deliberately shifted his attention to other matters. He began several affairs, including with his own nieces, one of whom bore him a child.