Solovyov in Tsarist Russia 1796.

"Lima, how many years have you been here?"

"It's almost four years, Master."

"Although Katya has considered it, do you still want to serve our family because of your own wishes?"

"Yes Master."

"I respect your wishes, but there's a big age difference between us. You're not much older than my oldest daughter."

Although Solovyov saw Mihrima, who was only wearing silk clothes and sitting very close to him in a duck-like posture, he always had an indescribable strange feeling.

"But I like my master too. If it were someone else, they wouldn't be like you and would probably just treat me as a maid, but you treat me as a family member."

She said all that, and then she snuggled in my arms and rubbed against me.

This girl has smooth hair and delicate skin. She was a beauty when she was a child. She is even more stunning when she grows up.

She was referring to her own humble status. If she had not been abducted by the Serbian warlord, she would not have been taken seriously even as the daughter of a concubine.

In the eyes of the warlord, because she was a girl with delicate skin and tender flesh, she was not beaten often and was also very valuable.

After she is well-trained, the warlord can enjoy her himself or present her to someone else - of course, she made a small mistake at the banquet and accidentally became Solovyov's maid.

In this family, everyone treated her as a family member, but she was not like Adela. Solovyov had already determined the relationship between them as siblings at that time, and she had never changed her faith, so she had always been a senior maid, ever since she was still a little girl.

"Then we will still be a family, now."

Katya sent her here, and unlike before when she was well-behaved, she has now learned to act like a spoiled child.

Among the great Russian nobles, there were quite a few who treated their housekeepers and maids as de facto concubines.

Arakcheev had a very strained relationship with his young wife, and in fact the housekeeper was his wife.

Langgeron, a Frenchman, also followed the local customs and actually separated from his unattractive second wife.

Of course, his original wife also went into exile after the French Revolution, but there was no formal divorce procedure.

Langgeron also had a mistress, who seemed to be his wife in reality.

Although Solovyov had many lovers, they were generally of relatively high status, and he himself even looked more like that gigolo.

Speaking of those who were kept by his side, it was Madame Récamier who lived in St. Petersburg. The identities of the two people were also due to the fact that Madame was a very wealthy widow because she had the inheritance left by her late husband.

After the liquidation of the property, it can reach 2 banker's units.

Madame sold all the business of Recamier Bank to a bank introduced by Napoleon's finance minister, Mr. Godin, together with the property left by her husband and what Count Sergei managed for his son's lover, that was the amount she had.

The unit of 1 banker means owning a fortune of 300 million francs, which is also the highest level of personal fortune of a banker under normal circumstances.

The two were equals, and there were no true mistresses or concubines.

If not, it would probably be strange in social circles unless one remained faithful to each other like Countess and Countess Stroganov.

Katya probably had this purpose in mind, and it is better to let go than to block. Mihrima is a very beautiful girl, charming to the core, and has a gentle personality.

Solovyov has only hugged her and has not taken any further action. It is always like this.
I can't keep it up, this girl is too beautiful, with such big eyes. Blinking, it's really irresistible, bright eyes are as clear as Lake Van.

Besides, she was rubbing against him in his arms so immaturely and clumsily that it was inevitable that his heart would flutter.

"Lima, you have to bear the pain."

"Has Madam ever experienced this before?"

"Yes, she was about your age at that time. It's all right after this experience. I'll be careful. You lie down first."

The only difference is that when he was doing it, it was Solovyov who pushed his maid down on the bed and stroked her back to relax her body.

After removing the last silk line of defense, Solovyov also saw this "perfect work of art".

But unlike the lady in Athens, Mihrima was a pure and beautiful girl. Perhaps when the God, who was traveling back and forth in the desert, "created" this precious girl, he did not expect that her fate, which would be tortuous at first but would be smooth in the future.

If Sylvia had agreed to get married, the role of female characters in this story would have been greatly reduced. At that time, Solovyov was not as open as he is now, and was even a little restrained.

But over the past ten years, he has passed his youth and is no longer the cunning little fox. Although he is still cunning, he has become much more mature. This time, it is the old fox that eats the little white rabbit.

"Um"

"It hurts a bit, doesn't it?"

"Yes, there are some. But it's much better."

On the silk fabric that Mihrima was holding, it looked like a lake in a saline-alkali land at first, and then it turned into dots of peach blossoms.

This girl adapted quickly. In fact, she was no different from other Christian girls seen in Europe. She dressed and looked like the local customs, except that her shoulders were a little thin. However, this was what made her more adorable.

As for what happened next, it was the Sipahi vs. the Hussars, but this girl was still a little clumsy and the fighting went on for several rounds.

But if they cooperate well, both of them can maintain a feeling of happiness.

In the past, probably only when I was with Sylvia, and later on the evenings with Louisa, and on our wedding night with Katya, like today.

It’s just that it’s more of a victory day than a lucky day.

The girl was still a new soldier, and after a while she fell asleep in Solovyov's arms.

"Good girl, go to sleep."

He did think that Mihrima would stay with him in the future. If the British were not standing in the way on the other side of the Channel and Austria was always setting traps, the European order would probably stabilize soon.

At that time, he didn't want to care about what was happening outside. After the next important task was over, he actually wanted to stay in his own manor.

There will always be separations sometimes. Perhaps his lovers of noble birth and wealth will return to their own homes, and only his wife and this girl will stay with him.

For this, he probably had to speed up the process, trying to prevent Austria from recovering its strength and weaken the British. He didn't want to lead an army at such an old age, but this was probably unavoidable. After all, he was a soldier and often won battles, even getting a deadly draw from Napoleon.

He thought for a while and then fell asleep.

But when I woke up the next morning, it was a different story.

It was true that the door was locked, but Mihrimah, who usually went to make breakfast, was now sleeping soundly in his arms.

And to be honest, even in the early morning sunlight, she was as beautiful as a work of art, except that her body was a little thin.

After covering her with the quilt and putting her maid outfit aside, Solovyov decided to do something himself.

It was not a good idea to eat fried meat first thing in the morning, so he got some other things.

By the time Mihrima got up, rubbing her eyes, she knew exactly what was going on.

But in the past, she always made breakfast for the master or the lady. When the lady was around, there would also be portions for the young master and the young lady, as well as "supplementary food" for the little master.

Today it was the master who served her again, but thinking back to the previous night, although she was still a little embarrassed, Mihlima knew that she and the master were in fact a family.

"Owner."

"Lima, don't call me master anymore. Call me by my nickname Misha like Katya did, or you can call me something more intimate. When no one else is around, you can call me Mishka, but don't use the patronymic."

"Ok."

The girl was very obedient. Solovyov was still making fried eggs, and next he would try to make omelets.

At least he performed much better than his uncle who made a mess in the kitchen, but this also made him look down on Solovyov in the kitchen.

He also made some stir-fried vegetables and fresh meat, and sat down with Mihrima across the table.

Solovyov himself found it a little strange. In St. Petersburg, there were often cases of old men marrying young women. The age difference between him and Katya was not that big, but even more outrageous things could happen there.

It is even possible that the woman was often a wealthy heiress, and it is not uncommon for marriages between wealthy old spinsters and aristocrats whose financial situation had deteriorated, as was the case with Andrei's sister Maria and Petya's brother Nikolai.

"I'm still thinking about something, Lima, how about your calculation?"

Although Mihrima pursed her lips, she quickly adjusted to the address.

After all, they are actually a family now, and her situation can be solved by her master recognizing her status as a housekeeper.

"I often go shopping for groceries, and I know a little bit about accounts, including abacus."

"Good girl, you have learned a lot. You can help Katya with the household affairs in the future. I think it would be more suitable for you to be a housekeeper. After Adela gets married, someone will always be needed to take care of the accounts."

Adela is her stepsister, while Mihrima is more like an ordinary housekeeper, and everyone knows that something will always happen in the home of a noble whose career is on the rise.

There are many things to do in the future, and Solovyov arranged this task for her because he meant that she had grown up and could help with some things at home.

After breakfast, we went to the Black Duke's residence. Since we were already here, we had to go and see him.

But the issue of troops stationed in Belgium is now a confusing matter.

The Brunswick army, the British army, and some Dutch troops are all stationed here. Under this situation, it is difficult to say which side will eventually gain control.

If there is any conclusion, we have to wait until the meeting in Vienna.

Of course, the Black Duke himself lived very well in Brussels and brought Mary back to remarry.

"Should I go back home or stay here? It's nice in the lowlands, but I also want to be able to go back home."

"But that will all be a matter for a future meeting in Vienna. The final decision will probably be made at the negotiation table. Besides, Frederick, it will not be easy to redivide the German region."

"It's just that the Austrians want to take the initiative, and the situation in Prussia is not so optimistic. You know the situation there."

"There is a lot we can do if Brussels does."

"My sister has already told me about what happened in London. But thank you for doing a lot for my niece's lifelong happiness."

"This is determined by the situation. You also know that the Prince of Orange and Princess Charlotte do not seem to be suitable, and the princess's attitude towards the prince is not what the regent expected."

"Everyone has the opportunity to choose. I didn't expect Mary to have been waiting for me all these years. In fact, it wouldn't matter if she found a man to remarry. I had lost all my territories at that time. I only had a house in London and didn't even have much property. The military expenses had to be approved by the British Parliament, and the army was even in Spain for a long time. But now it's good. At least I have taken back the territory of Silesia and don't have to worry about the excessive expenses of the army."

"Perhaps a throne would be of advantage to you, as a reward for your opposition to Bonaparte for so many years."

"If that's the case, it's probably because my brother-in-law has done something ridiculous again and needs to be diverted. It's always like this in London."

"Isn't it just about Charlotte?"

"There must be something else. My sister is going to live in the lowlands for a while. There may be something going on here."

Solovyov thought about it and felt that with George's lazy regency, nothing might go wrong politically, but there would always be problems within the royal family.

According to his understanding, the Regent had probably always wanted to arrange a divorce with the Princess.

There must be something wrong with the feng shui of London. This kind of thing always happens when a man becomes a monarch.

It's Victoria. While she blew up her KPI for manpower reduction, she was also a widow for half her life. There's probably nothing to criticize about her personal life.

As for the males, there is a stutterer and his father. There is also a soap opera in between.

When this was mentioned, both parties in the conversation shook their heads.

However, this is where we need to dig a hole for Britain.

If George, the Prince Regent, gets divorced, attention will shift back to London.

In that way, if the British encountered any failure, they would be transferred there.

This can also be considered a kind of winning theory. It can be seen that this kind of thing often happens in Europe, and it is not surprising that various winning theories will appear in the future. (End of this chapter)