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Chapter 6 Emperor's Road

Twelve pounds is about eleven kilograms, which is equivalent to carrying eleven 500ml bottles of green tea on your head.

This crown represents imperial power. It is shaped like a bishop's crown and is inlaid with a diamond cross. The cross is inlaid with a huge ruby ​​weighing 389 carats.

In addition, there are 44 one-inch diamonds surrounded by some broken diamonds.

Peter felt a little awkward when he saw the 38 rose-colored pearls surrounding the top of the central arch.

This crown is a bit not domineering.

But thinking that Peter I also wore Monomach's crown, he accepted it.

After putting on the crown, he raised the scepter in his right hand and placed his left hand on the royal orb with Queen Elizabeth. Peter looked at the subjects in the church.

Everyone bowed their heads.

But the ceremony is not over yet, there is one last item.

After being anointed with holy oil on his forehead, chest and hands, he walked through the holy barriers one by one and walked into the deep sanctuary.

In the sanctuary he picked up the communion bread on the plate and took the bread into his mouth.

At this point, the coronation and consecration ceremony ended, and he officially became the emperor of all Russia recognized by all Russia——

Peter III!

Then I followed my aunt out of the Assumption Cathedral, crossed the Kremlin Square, and came to two ancient small churches.

Archangel Michael and Annunciation Church.

Here, Peter and Queen Elizabeth paid homage to the tomb of the previous Tsar.

Then, Peter walked up the red staircase and bowed three times to the people below. At this time, the salute of cannons sounded throughout the city.

Wall clocks of all sizes in towers and churches throughout the city echoed the gun salute.

After the banquet at the Polygon Palace, Peter returned to the palace, and the palace maids along the way treated him with the courtesy of his majesty.

Peter sighed.

Taking off his fine clothes, taking off his crown, and putting the scepter aside, he suddenly discovered that nothing seemed to have changed.

I feel a little empty in my heart.

It has only been about three months since we traveled here, and we have changed from a crown prince who is not worthy of the name to a real emperor. What should we do next?

Do you want to be a diligent and caring emperor?

Peter shook his head.

"Your Majesty, are you tired?"

Ekaterina followed closely.

Peter lay on his back on the bed, looking at the gorgeous brocade curtain, his thoughts flowing quietly in his heart.

Sensing that His Majesty did not want to speak, Ekaterina quietly lay aside, keeping some distance from Peter, and stared at him sideways, feeling a burst of admiration and warmth in her heart.

"It's great to have His Majesty by my side..."

After a moment, Peter also turned sideways, and the two looked at each other quietly, and then Ekaterina laughed.

Peter looked at her pure blue eyes and couldn't help but sigh.

Is this what the future Catherine the Great looks like now?

Peter spoke softly, his voice seeming to overflow from his nasal cavity:

"Go get the crown."

Ekaterina hesitated for a moment, then got up and got the crown.

She held it with both hands, carefully, and her fingers were in contact with the secular crown, as if there were ripples washing through the contact.

As hazy as fog.

Peter knew it was his own mind at work.

He took the crown and looked at it, pushed her down on the bed with a surprised look on her face, covered her face with the crown, and then slid it over her body, and then Yekaterina listened.

Then came Peter's voice:

"Is it heavy?"

Ekaterina was a little frightened. This was a crown. She said honestly:

"Heavy."

Peter laughed and said:

"If you want to be a wise king, it is naturally as heavy as Mount Tai, but if you want to be a faint king, it is as light as a feather. Do you think it is better to be a wise king or a faint king?"

Ekaterina looked at Peter blankly, always feeling that this topic was beyond her ability to talk. Seeing Peter looking at her, she had to say what she wanted:

"Your Majesty, I only hope that your Majesty will be in good health and be happy every day."

Peter shook his head, stood up and put the crown aside, just as Peter the Great only wore it once when he was coronated. It was not a grand occasion and he was not going to wear it again.

Wherever he appears, there is an emperor.

Then he pulled Yekaterina towards his aunt's palace. After greeting her, Peter asked Yekaterina to go back first, and then also invited Duchess Polya out, leaving only him and Queen Elizabeth.

No one knew what he said to the Queen during this hour. Duchess Polya only saw a moment of relief on His Majesty Peter's face when he walked out of the Queen's Palace.

In the evening, he dismissed the waiting maids, and no one knew what he said to Catherine.

Peter couldn't help but sigh, as he became a king, he had more things to worry about.

There are so many powerful countries in the world, how could a small Russia not be careful?


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