Chapter 1144: Loving the Monarch or Loving the Country

Osilev was drenched in cold sweat.

He could feel the killing intent these two men held toward him.

As well as the killing intent of that group of men in black lying in ambush outside!

He knew that if he even thought about saying the word "no," he would absolutely lose his life here today!

"You, you..."

However...

His entire being was still in a state of bewilderment at this moment.

They wanted to eliminate Peter the Great!

Who was Peter the Great?

Over these years, Peter the Great had been the god of all Tsarist Russia! Under his rule, Tsarist Russia had completed the most advanced reforms, and the national strength of Tsarist Russia had begun to advance by leaps and bounds. Most crucially, under the rule of Peter the Great, Tsarist Russia had been victorious in wars against any nation, with almost no record of defeat!

Everyone in Tsarist Russia felt that Peter the Great was sent by God to lead their Tsarist Russia toward glory.

They loved Peter, supported Peter, and even took pride in him, but now...

These two Longyan, right in front of him, were saying they wanted to eliminate Peter the Great...

This...

Unthinkable!

Unbelievable!

"What? So Viscount Osilev's 'Admonishment through Death' is nothing more than this..."

Qian Feng felt that Osilev's psychological endurance was on the verge of being shattered. He burst into loud laughter, his face full of mockery, full of contempt, full of disdain.

"Pfft..."

Osilev's spirit, as expected, collapsed at this moment.

Yes...

It turned out he was still afraid of death!

If he were not afraid of death, he should have decisively rejected these two detestable Longyan at this moment! The "fearlessness of death" he had displayed here in Saint Petersburg today was actually fake. It was merely a means for him to win political leverage for himself... He was still afraid of death; he was not a saint after all...

Overcome with such shame and indignation, he finally spat out a mouthful of blood.

Qian Yonggui deliberately glared at his son from the side: "Qian Feng, what are you doing! We must believe that Viscount Osilev is certainly patriotic, that he loves this country!"

Right!

He was patriotic!

Hearing this, Osilev finally raised his head.

If he were not patriotic, he would not have openly confronted Menshikov; if he were not patriotic, he would not have suffered so many cold looks and mockery in Saint Petersburg.

"No..."

Qian Feng sneered and shook his head: "He loves the monarch, not the country!"

"You, you, you, what did you say?"

Osilev's spirit was about to collapse once again.

Loving the monarch and loving the country—were they not the same?

Qian Feng said indifferently: "Yes, Viscount Osilev, your 'Admonishment through Death' was merely an attempt to gain Peter the Great's favor from the sidelines, to win political leverage for yourself... In reality, you were not thinking of the whole of Tsarist Russia!"

"Otherwise, why support such a muddled, such a foolish emperor!"

"Destroy, then rebuild!"

"A muddled Tsarist Russia needs a new emperor; otherwise, Menshikov will forever trample on the heads of the people!"

"Osilev, is that not so?"

"Now it depends on how you choose!"

"Will you be a sinner of blind loyalty, or a patriotic saint! It all rests on this single thought!"

Osilev was instantly rendered speechless by Qian Feng's words.

Yes.

Menshikov's arrogance was precisely caused by Peter the Great's boundless indulgence...

If...

Osilev, an old official who prided himself on always being loyal to Peter the Great, suddenly had such a bold idea pop into his mind: what if Peter the Great died? Would Tsarist Russia truly...

Be better?

Perhaps it really would...

At that time, once Menshikov lost the support of Peter the Great, given his reputation, he would certainly face the backlash of many within Tsarist Russia...

No...

How could he think this way!

How could he want Peter to die?

Osilev's mind was in absolute chaos at this moment.

He did not notice that his breathing had also begun to grow increasingly rapid.

Qian Feng and Qian Yonggui exchanged a smiling glance.

As an outstanding figure within the intelligence organization from Liangzhou, Qian Feng had been entrusted with such an important mission naturally because of his own excellence. He had already grasped human psychology down to the finest detail.

This time.

Osilev definitely could not escape.

Sure enough.

Osilev, with cold sweat all over his face, finally wiped his face fiercely: "But... how should it be done?"

"Hahahaha!"

"Lord Osilev, you truly love the entire Tsarist Russia deeply!"

"It is very simple... borrow a knife to kill someone!"

"What?"

Osilev shuddered all over.

Qian Feng smiled indifferently: "Let Menshikov kill Peter... Lord Osilev, what do you think?"

"This, this, this... how is this possible, how is this possible!"

Osilev did not believe it.

If Peter had wanted to get rid of Menshikov, he could have done so long ago.

Qian Feng gave a cold laugh: "This is not for him to choose... Next, Lord Osilev, you must continue to cooperate with our performance... We must cooperate perfectly. My father and I are responsible for continuing to corrupt Menshikov, to make him swell with arrogance, while you continue to offer Admonishment at the cost of your life, do not stop..."

"I will provide you with the necessary intelligence and evidence..."

"You must have the mindset of not fearing death! Keep impeaching him!"

Qian Feng's Method was very simple and crude.

Osilev, however, heard this and his face turned livid.

Terrifying.

These two Longyan people were too terrifying...

"Waa waa waa waa..."

Liu Zheng was quite depressed right now.

Ever since he returned to Liangzhou, he had been unable to handle government affairs at all. His father and mother would shove this little brother into his arms every day and then ignore everything else.

This Liu Cong was also strange.

Wet nurses were of no use; no matter which wet nurse held him, he would cry non-stop.

He had to be held by Liu Zheng to quiet down.

"This guy will definitely be a troublemaker in the future..."

Liu Zheng could neither laugh nor cry.

Being this rowdy from such a young age, what would he be like when he grew up?

The few people beside him all protested. Xie Chan looked envious: "Don't even mention it, the little brother just likes to find you; he won't even let us hold him!"

"Exactly!"

"You've got a good deal and are still acting coy!"

Liu Zheng gave a bitter smile.

What kind of good deal was this? Although Liu Cong did indeed have thick eyebrows and big eyes, and was adorable and lovable, holding him constantly was certainly tiring; he was already sick of looking at him.

"Young Master... a letter from Tsarist Russia!"

Just then, a Scout knocked on the door and entered.

Only then did Liu Zheng's eyes light up. He passed the child into the arms of the eager Xie Chan and walked out.

Two letters.

One letter was from Tsarist Russia; Qian Feng had already handled Osilev, which could guarantee that the plan for Tsarist Russia was proceeding smoothly.

One letter was from the Ottoman Empire.

Hu Xi'er and Mo Chen had already arrived in Istanbul safely without incident.

Seeing that everything was going smoothly, Liu Zheng took a deep breath.

【Continued from previous line】 breath.

Peter the Great...

You, the sun of Tsarist Russia, are finally going to face the end of your sunset... The pop-ups have been severe recently; you can click to download to avoid pop-ups.