Chapter 1300: People of the Same Color

"This Menshikov, he's gone too far, too far!"

The several strategies Menshikov implemented after seizing power were being gradually promulgated and enforced.

Osilev held a coin in his hand, his whole body trembling.

What this Menshikov wanted to do was already blindingly obvious in Tsarist Russia.

Peter's funeral had not even begun here, yet he could not help but want to issue currency printed with his own portrait.

No matter the country, who among those who could appear on currency was not a great man like Peter the Great? As for Menshikov, was he worthy?

And listen to this, he was already fabricating his own genealogy, trying every possible way to make his bloodline closer to the imperial family or the Noble class.

Just him, a peasant who sold baked cakes?

But there was no Method; Menshikov now held absolute power.

Tsarist Russia had been defeated, and the entire country had fallen into chaos.

The port on the Black Sea had been seized by the Ottoman Empire again.

Tsarist Russia was already in a state of panic; at a time like this, everyone knew that if there were another mutiny internally, then Tsarist Russia would truly be finished.

Therefore, despite having immense objections to Menshikov, the current Tsarist Russia still prioritized maintaining stability.

The group of people around Osilev also sighed and lamented one by one.

The members of their Committee had inevitably all suffered suppression and retaliation from Menshikov.

Of course, Menshikov still dared not kill them; after all, these people were each pillars of Tsarist Russia. If he killed them, the administration of Tsarist Russia would fall into paralysis.

That was why he tolerated their Committee continuing to plot here.

"Lord Osilev, although the situation is already very urgent, we must still proceed with caution."

"Indeed, we absolutely cannot let Menshikov seize the opportunity to gradually purge us!"

"He is a madman now, it is fortunate he has not yet turned into a butcher!"

The people present all had a very strong sense of crisis. Everyone knew that the reason Menshikov had not purged them yet was that he did not want Tsarist Russia to fall into chaos.

Once he truly became Emperor...

Everyone held their breath.

Osilev rubbed his temples: "Then tell me, what should we do?"

"No one will believe the matter of the genealogy. For the matter of the currency, we can only find a way through the Empress. Only this matter of marriage..."

Everyone looked at each other in dismay.

Yes.

No matter what, they could not let Menshikov's daughter become the Empress of Tsarist Russia.

If Menshikov's daughter were allowed to become Empress, then Tsarist Russia would truly be beyond saving.

At worst, the throne could also be passed to Menshikov's grandson.

If that happened, power would truly fall into other hands, and there would never be a chance to turn things around.

Currently, the legally recognized heir to the throne was Alexeyevich.

This little fellow was the grandson of Peter the Great.

His father had originally been the heir, but unexpectedly, he was suspected by Peter of participating in a rebellion and was imprisoned until death.

Thus.

He undoubtedly became the first heir to the Empire.

Menshikov was already plotting to marry his daughter to Alexeyevich.

This made Osilev and his group feel immense pressure.

However.

The situation in Tsarist Russia was actually even more complex.

Even during Peter the Great's most glorious time, there was a group that resisted him, which was the Conservative Faction of Tsarist Russia. They opposed Peter the Great's reforms, but because Peter the Great was far too powerful, they could only endure it.

But now that Peter the Great was dead, things were different.

Osilev took a deep breath: "It seems we should go and maintain our relationship with Moscow!"

"What?"

"This..."

The group was startled.

Moscow, what did this mean in Tsarist Russia? It meant those families of the Conservative Faction!

Conservative Faction families, led by the Dolgorukov and Naryshkin families, were gathered around Moscow.

While Peter the Great was alive, these families had feigned compliance with many of his orders. Peter the Great's son was convicted precisely because he conspired with them to overthrow his father.

After Peter died, these people dreamed of raising their heads.

Some were already secretly active, covertly contacting the daughters of Catherine I, Anna and Elizabeth.

Because apart from Alexeyevich, only the three daughters of Peter and Yekaterina were qualified to inherit the throne.

Tsarist Russia was indeed very chaotic right now.

"Lord, what do you mean..."

"While secretly contacting Moscow, we must just endure!"

Osilev had no choice but to make this decision.

Because even though Menshikov had killed Peter, his lowly background destined him to never gain the recognition of those in the Conservative Faction.

Therefore, the enemy of an enemy is a friend.

Moreover, they knew that Alexeyevich, because of his father, had always been closer to the Conservative Faction.

Endure.

They could only endure.

The Black Sea Port was gone, and Siberia was gone.

The hatred the people of Tsarist Russia felt toward Menshikov could not be resolved in a short period of time.

As expected.

After enduring for only a month, a piece of news made these people cheer and rejoice one after another.

Yekaterina had fallen ill.

A few days after falling ill, she passed away.

Peter II finally succeeded in taking the throne.

But because he had not yet reached the age of sixteen, Menshikov announced he would serve as regent.

This was likely the true peak moment for Menshikov.

He began his regency, and his daughter married Peter II.

For a time, he covered the sky with one hand in Tsarist Russia, and no one dared to defy him anymore.

Peter II was only twelve years old that year.

After Menshikov seized power, he began to truly suppress dissidents.

Many officials fled one after another, escaping from Saint Petersburg to Moscow.

Moscow, naturally, took them all in.

Tsarist Russia entered a phase of white terror.

……

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This made him and Pei Yanran develop a great interest in these indigenous people.

Perhaps because they were both of the yellow race, these indigenous people had much less hostility toward the Longyan people.

Qin Zhangfeng was naturally not stingy with his help in return; he and Pei Yanran took out many of the strong spirits, Soap, and Refined Salt they had brought with them to thank the indigenous people.

The indigenous people were amazed, as in all these years, no one had ever treated them this well.

They were almost on the verge of worshipping these Longyan people.

Where did these divine people come from?

Qingyang Shuo, upon arriving here, had already led his soil survey team to conduct a detailed reconnaissance of the land in America.

The results a few days later were pleasantly surprising.

It was just as the Young Master had expected; although this place looked drab and dusty, its mineral resources were incredibly astonishing!

No wonder the Young Master had a special fondness for this place!