Catherine and the Black Emperor

Chapter 104. Help Me

Chapter 104. Help Me

Sergei helped Ekaterina up and brushed the snow off her clothes.

His movements were very light and careful.

He gently stroked the strands of hair by her ear.

"Her Majesty the Queen has agreed, and no one between us can stop us now."

Ekaterina was taken aback. She looked at Sergei, and a hint of joy began to well up in her eyes.

Sergei gently stroked her cold cheek.

"Your Highness, let me help you."

Ekaterina looked at him with deep affection, her heart overflowing with tenderness and warmth.

"Duke, help me."

Sergei reached out his hand, and Ekaterina took it.

The two of them happily ran onto the carriage.

The carriage sped through the snow, heading towards the countryside and into the distance.

"I love you. I fell in love with you the moment I saw you."

"Back then, you were just a little girl, exhausted and cold after coming out of the train carriage, but you were so beautiful and intelligent, with curiosity and pure light shining in your eyes."

"You've mistaken me for your soulmate. I wish it were all true."

The carriage stopped at a mansion.

Sergei pulled Ekaterina inside. They were surrounded by secret police officers in charge of security, headed by Secretary Stepan.

When we got to the second floor, it was completely empty.

Sergei picked up Ekaterina and carried her to the room at the end of the corridor. Ekaterina could no longer control her impulse and kissed him with her red lips.

This is a room that has been carefully decorated.

The curtains were drawn, and rows of candles illuminated the room, the bright red drapery casting a soft, comfortable glow.

The goose down bed and the velvet comforter are both a vibrant red, creating a romantic atmosphere.

Sergei kissed Catherine passionately.

He took off her coat, revealing a dark blue dress underneath, making her look like a princess who had stepped out of an icy world.

Her red lips were enveloped, and her breathing gradually became rapid.

He could smell the light and alluring fragrance emanating from her body.

He put his arm around her slender waist and felt the softness of her body.

He untied the dress, grabbed it, and pulled it down sharply, revealing her smooth, rounded shoulders and snow-white skin, which, together with her slender swan neck, formed the most beautiful picture.

He kissed her neck.

She closed her eyes, and he began to kiss her downwards.

He took off his clothes and pushed her onto the bed.

Majestic mountains are as gentle as water.

A slender jade pillar coiled around her waist.

It was like the most moving piece of music in the world.

Bed.

Dressing table.

In front of the window.

on the sofa.

Elizabeth's office.

Shuvalov handed the secret report that Stepan had given him to Elizabeth.

Elizabeth smiled after reading the secret report.

"Does it involve skin-to-skin contact?"

"Grand Duchess Catherine and Saltykov spent the night together yesterday, and they were mutually attracted."

Elizabeth's smile deepened as she looked at the report, utterly astonished.

"You stayed in your room all day yesterday?"

"Yes."

"Is it out yet?"

"It wasn't there when the report was submitted."

Elizabeth couldn't help but chuckle, "It seems choosing Sergei was the right decision. His abilities are truly remarkable; no wonder the women of St. Petersburg adore him."

Shuvalov smiled in return.

He was in a good mood.

Elizabeth arranged for Sergei to have a relationship with Catherine, resulting in the birth of an heir to the Russian throne. After the deed was done, Elizabeth would inevitably discard him after he had served his purpose. She might not execute Sergei, but exile would be certain.

If he was lucky, Sergei could become a high-ranking official or a local governor; if he was unlucky, he might just be a foreign envoy and never be able to return to Russia.

Even if we take a step back, he undoubtedly has leverage over Sergei, and he can easily deal with Sergei.

Besides, after Elizabeth's death, Peter was still the first choice to ascend the throne, so Peter wouldn't hold a grudge against Sergei for it.

That is impossible.

Therefore, he cared more about Sergei and Catherine than Elizabeth did.

"Remember today, January 20th. The due date is probably in September or October. The heir to the Russian throne will soon be born!" Elizabeth burned the report directly on the candle.

Shuvalov asked worriedly, "Will Grand Duke Peter acknowledge this child?"

Elizabeth's smile held a chilling undertone: "I don't care what he thinks. If Peter doesn't acknowledge the child, I'll throw him into the fortress to keep Ivan company."

She then gave Shuvalov instructions.

"Try to get Peter to visit his wife more often these next few days. If necessary, don't worry about his wishes, and make sure the lock is in Catherine's room."

Razumovsky nodded in agreement: "That's right, the more people in the court who believe this is Peter's child, the better."

Shuvalov nodded in agreement, pondering how to persuade Peter.

Given the other person's personality, they won't care about right and wrong. If he tries to persuade them, they will definitely hold a grudge against him.

Yes, let Stepan go.

Sergei was walking down the corridor when, as he passed a door, Catherine suddenly appeared and pulled him aside.

"Were you startled, Your Grace?" Catherine said slyly.

Sergei responded to her with his actions, pinning her against the wall and passionately kissing her red lips and neck.

"Duke, this place—please be rational—I beg you—"

Sergei withdrew his hand from under her skirt, his smile teasing: "What? This time you're the one who's scared, aren't you?"

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"Go to my room."

Sergei picked her up and carried her toward her room. Gemma closed the door for them and stood guard outside the suite.

Two hours later.

Sergei lay on the bed, while Ekaterina looked at him with a victorious air, her smooth chin radiating a proud smile.

"Duke, do I look like the knight who has conquered you?"

Sergei chuckled. "Who was begging for mercy just now?"

Ekaterina hit him.

"You're so mean."

"It can get even worse, do you want to try?"

"How so?"

"Of course—by the window!"

Amidst Ekaterina's gasp, Sergei scooped her up and rushed to the window.

An hour later.

"Shuvalov just spoke to Peter and asked him to stay in my room for the next few nights," Ekaterina said, lying in bed.

"This is the Queen's wish, to make everyone believe that our child is your child." Sergei sat on the sofa.

Ekaterina looked at him, her eyes filled with complex emotions: "Sergei, I'll call you that from now on."

"Um."

"I don't want it to be like this, but it's not something I can control."

"I understand. Don't be discouraged. Remember, although I can't be the child's father in a legitimate way, the one who will sit on the throne in the future will definitely be our child," Sergei comforted her.

Catherine got out of bed barefoot, came to his side, and nestled in his arms.

"I'm so glad God let me meet you in Russia."

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