Stanisław August Poniatowski spoke with extreme humility, "Your Majesty, Poland will always be under your protection. Every nation knows that any improvement in Poland is inseparable from your grace."
"Is that so?" Catherine II slightly shook her head, "I have heard that you are incessantly instilling in your people the idea that they are Polish, whether they speak Polish, Russian, or German."
A cold sweat instantly broke out on the back of the King of Poland. He knew that if he misspoke a single word at this moment, it could plunge Poland into hell.
But the smile on his face became even more radiant, "Your Majesty, this is just a trick to coax those Prussians and Romanians who are reluctant to pay taxes. If they feel they are Polish, they will pay taxes to the King of Poland, won't they?"