The carriages rumbled along. There were no steam engines at this time, and even the British and French warships were sailing ships, only larger, so the speed was naturally not much faster.

While Peter was thinking about the Academy of Sciences, he was thinking about steam engines, and then he thought about how much the price of Siberia's huge resources would be reduced to St. Petersburg if a railway was laid, and how much foreign exchange could be brought in through exports, and he fell asleep unknowingly.

Vorontsova looked at His Highness sleeping with great tenderness. She secretly kissed the corner of His Highness's mouth, and then looked at him dreamily.

It was still dark before the palace arrived. As the carriage stopped, Peter also woke up. He didn't see Ivanovich. Only the Guards were guarding him. He didn't care. The spy leader could be pointed out.

He went to some dark corner again to eavesdrop on information.

Then Peter thought about it, his aunt didn't summon him, but Ivanovich showed up to take him back, so he didn't go looking for trouble.

Under the escort of the Guards, I returned to my palace. The palace was warmer than outside, but it also got darker quickly. Oil lamps were already lit.

In a windy place, the oil lamp was shadowy, without even a cover, and looked like it was arrogant.

After sending Vorontsova to the kitchen to ask for some food, Peter stood in front of a bronze mirror and began to add some for himself.

There are now nine attribute points left, and the current physical strength is 3.

Peter thought for a moment and added five more attribute points to his physical strength.

The role of physical strength is not only reflected in male dignity, but also in physical physical strength.

This time the warm current was much larger. If it had the attributes of a small ditch, it was now a small river. The small river washed over his whole body, making him feel extremely comfortable and even a little hot.

Then, just like last time, the warm currents gathered in his lower abdomen. This time Peter felt more clearly that these warm currents dispersed like little by little, and then subtly settled in one place.

Peter waved away the serving maids and guards, asked them to close the palace door, took off his clothes and took a look. The changes were visible to the naked eye.

But Peter was still a little dissatisfied. It was still far from 28.5. Thinking that the attribute points should not be rewarded just once, he gritted his teeth again and added up the remaining four attribute points!

…

Physical strength:3↑8↑12

Allocable attribute points: 0

…

Peter was so engrossed that he didn't even notice that there was a knocking sound outside and the sound of the door opening.

By the time he felt something was wrong, it was already too late.

The atmosphere was so suffocating that when Peter looked back, he was shocked to see his aunt with a dull face and Duchess Polya holding something unknown.

Peter was startled and quickly picked up his shirt. If this was not his aunt and Her Majesty the Queen, Peter would have greeted her family in German and Russian.

After picking it up, Peter stepped forward gracefully and said very gentlemanly:

"Aunt, do you have anything to do with Peter so late? Just give me your order and I will go see you naturally."

Elizabeth glanced at it, a little surprised, and suspected that she was dazzled, and then said with a solemn face:

"Peter, I heard that you asked the nobles to give free clothes to the serfs?"

"Yes, Auntie."

Peter is neither humble nor arrogant, very natural and authentic.

Elizabeth snorted coldly and said:

"Do you know the impact of this? You are the crown prince, not a simple nobleman. Everything you do will be magnified. Also, who asked you to leave the palace without permission?"

The more Elizabeth spoke, the more ugly her face became. She hit the floor heavily with the golden scepter in her hand, issuing the Queen's buff.

Peter was completely immune and showed a gentle smile:

"Aunt, I know, so please allow me to leave the palace again, and I will solve this matter."

"You still want to leave the palace?"

Elizabeth's eyes widened and she felt that Peter really couldn't control her. Did he treat her as a queen just for decoration?

"Don't even think about it!"

Elizabeth refused directly without hesitation, then remembered the business and glanced at Duchess Polya. Mrs. Polya nodded, put the prepared meal aside, and then clapped her hands.

Suddenly, under Peter's confused gaze, a group of palace maids walked in, including a palace maid, a Polish princess playing a pretend game, and others.

Peter was a little puzzled, not knowing what to do.

Then I heard Mrs. Polya say:

"Your Highness, please have a meal. After eating this bowl of meal, you will have more physical strength and more energy."

Peter thought there must be something weird about this thing, so he walked up and opened it and took a look. It was sticky and exuded a fragrance and the smell of Chinese herbal medicine. After picking it up a few times, he could see unknown bones.

Dark cuisine?

Judging from the scent, it doesn't seem to be the case.

Peter immediately asked:

"Auntie, is this the meal prepared by the imperial physician Lestock?"

Elizabeth shook her head and said:

"No, it's the Duchess of Polya."

When he heard that it was not Lestock, Peter was immediately relieved, but he still didn't want to eat it.

You won’t get sick if you don’t eat it, but what if you get sick after eating it? This was the 18th century, and a minor illness could kill you.

Seemingly seeing what Peter meant, Elizabeth smiled and said:

"Peter, will aunt harm you? Don't worry, the dog has already eaten it. It's no problem. Just eat it quickly."

It was okay if I didn’t tell him, but Peter wouldn’t dare to eat it if I told him. Can humans and dogs be the same?

Seeing that Peter refused to eat, Elizabeth snorted coldly, waved her hands, and immediately walked up to several palace guards, who said:

"Your Highness, I'm offended."

Then he couldn't help but want to take action. Peter's face turned dark and he said coldly:

"No, I'll eat it myself!"

He remembered this matter today. Now that his aunt is the queen and he is the sole heir of Peter's line, Elizabeth will not harm him, but it is not possible to play like this.

One day, after he takes over the power, he will let his aunt know what dark cuisine is, and then she will have to eat it even if she doesn't want to eat it!

After saying that, Peter picked up the spoon and put it into his mouth. He still hesitated when he entered the mouth. After tasting a little bit, he suddenly felt, huh? It's really delicious.

Halfway through the meal, Peter wanted to put down his spoon, but seeing his aunt's fierce gaze, he had no choice but to eat it all.

I feel a little hot after eating.

Then I saw my aunt and Mrs. Polya look at each other, turn around and leave.

The palace guards also left.

Then Peter fell down as if he was drunk and felt a little dazed. Was it because he was dazzled?
Chapter completed!