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Therefore, despite his righteous indignation, Tsar Alexander also deeply understood that the three major disasters of politics, military and economic caused by the conflict between the two countries' borders must be calmed immediately, and the time is almost better. He also has to hurry up before the dissatisfied Moscow nobles were seriously damaged and were ready to kill themselves before treating their father Paul I.

Since the military confrontation has been proven to be unsuccessful, the only way to hold a secret peace talk with Warsaw to seek compromise between the two sides.

However, there is another major problem to resolve conflicts through diplomatic mediation. Since 1807, the Tsarist Russian government has long adhered to a stubborn position and never recognized the Duchy of Warsaw, which inherited the mantle of Poland, as a country, but regards the East Slavic nation, which is in a corner, as part of the "Russian family".

Based on this deeply rooted traditional concept, among the many generals and ministers present, no one was willing to bravely assume this "glorious mission" of leaving no return. Since those extremely powerful conservative nobles could unscrupulously assassinate the seemingly supreme tsar, they would naturally not be ruthless to the Russian spies who betray the interests of the Russian Empire.

When Tsar Alexander and many military generals focused their attention on the only civil servants attending the meeting, the Earl of Rumenzov, the Prime Minister and Foreign Minister, secretly complained that something was wrong. After racking his brains and thinking hard, he proposed a suitable candidate.

"It is His Majesty's Chief Secretary of State, Mikhail Spelansky!" said Count Rumenzov,

As a result, Tsar Alexander was satisfied, military generals agreed, and the cabinet prime minister was also relieved. As for the wishes of the person involved, Spelansky, it seemed insignificant. The "Son of the Rural Priest" must pay some reasonable price for the lofty status he enjoys today, and bravely and fearlessly became the sacrificial item thrown into the lion cage to quell the public anger.

After the ministers left the Winter Palace one after another, Alexander asked the attendant and military officers around him to take the Minister of State from the back garden to the Peacock Hall, where the Tsar would teach his former confidant face-to-face opportunities and entrust "important tasks".

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As the name suggests, this is an art exhibition hall displaying Russian unique gems - malachite, jasper, agate and other decorative products in the Tsar Palace. In addition to the extremely spectacular and luxurious crystal chandeliers on the top of the Peacock Hall, there are many green malachite-made bottles, candlesticks, etc. in the center of the hall, and even the columns in the room are carved from malachite.

When Mikhail Spelansky entered the Peacock Hall, the military attendant Lobanov, who accompanied him, stopped outside the hall. He signaled the palace attendants to close the door so that Tsar Alexander and the Minister of State had a separate conversation without external interference.

In the hall, Spelansky noticed that his monarch seemed to be addicted to a peacock clock made of pure gold. It was designed by Cox, a famous British watch designer in the 18th century, and was given to Emperor Ekaterina the Great as a birthday gift.

Out of his understanding of Alexander, Spelansky knew that whenever this monarch made up his mind, he would go to see this precious treasure left by his grandmother, trying to seek the results of his decision from some mysterious element emitted by the peacock bell.

Just like in 1806, Alexander could not withstand the pleas of "international aid beauty" - Queen Louise of Prussia, rashly sent troops to intervene in the French-Prussian war, trying to save the Hohenzollern dynasty in distress, but it led to another disastrous ending.

"Now, what kind of decision has your Majesty decided in his heart?" Spelansky's footsteps were quietly stopped not far from Alexander. He was patiently waiting for the Russian monarch to raise his head and speak to him.

After a long time, Alexander's eyes moved from exquisite historical crafts to the Chief State Secretary of the Cabinet.

The Tsar was still in the Russian style that he usually saw. He wore a gold ornament on his shoulders, a green military uniform with a big red ribbon, a white trousers and white gloves, a large army hair decorated with black and white feathers, light-mouthed shoes, a sword, and a chestnut hair puffed with expensive powder produced in Prussia, and a light blue medal of St. Andres was hung on his chest.

Although Alexander's expression seemed extremely calm, Spilansky still read some hint from the monarch's erratic and hesitant eyes. The minister of state's heart sank, and an ominous omen arose from the bottom of his heart.

"Your Majesty!" Spelansky gritted his teeth and took a few steps forward. He still wanted to make a last try, so he took out a stack of documents from his briefcase and respectfully handed them over to the Tsar. It was a package of political reform plans he had just drafted last night.

Alexander shook his head gently, without any intention of looking for Yu Lan. A hint of apologies were squeezed out from his seemingly cold and frosty facial expression and said, "My friend, Mikhail, the great Russian motherland needs your selfless help!"

Spelansky didn't say anything, but just lowered his arm that represented the last glimmer of hope and quietly waited for the monarch's final verdict.

Alexander continued: "The Cabinet and the Privy Council decided to initiate a secret peace talks with the Principality of Warsaw, aiming to eliminate the deepening tensions between the two countries. Just now, someone recommended you, the Chief Secretary of State, to shoulder this diplomatic task, go to Warsaw, and hold a meeting with Andrew Desay, the Grand Duke of Warsaw. Of course, you can also refuse..."

"I am willing to accept this mission, Your Majesty!" Of course, Spelansky would not be deceived by the last words of the Tsar. Once he really refused, the final outcome of his life would be to be exiled to the deserted Siberia.

"Very good, you go down and prepare. Tomorrow morning, the Ministry of Foreign Affairs will come to your residence to wait!" Alexander nodded and said. He waved his hand and issued a order to expel the guests with satisfaction, and turned his attention to an exquisite malachite sculpture.

Spelansky bowed deeply to the Tsar silently and left without hesitation.

As each step forward, the heavy footsteps echoed in the hall were like a heavy hammer hitting Spelansky's heart fiercely.

"What ideals? What ambition? What hard work? It's all a bunch of useless shit. The lowly origin of the son of the rural priest determines that he will always be a ridiculous piece that the Tsar fiddled with casually, and is a victim of compromising the powerful and powerful officials."

Spelansky's heart was ashes. It was not difficult for him to imagine the final outcome after completing this "glorious and arduous" diplomatic mission, exiled to Siberia, or being executed by patriots in St. Petersburg as a Russian rapist.

Just as the back of the Minister of State disappeared into the hall, the Russian political reform plan that he had worked hard to figure out quietly slid from the gap of Spelansky's fingertips to the smooth floor of the Peacock Hall.

The next morning, when Mikhail Spelansky, as the Russian Minister of State, was about to secretly go on a mission to the Duchy of Warsaw as the Russian Minister of State, the Russian political reform plan lost in the Peacock Hall was found by a close servant of Tsar Alexander who had converted to Orthodox religion and changed his name to Peter Demare "once occasionally".
Chapter completed!