Mount Tianhai

In France, just entered Versailles, with the identity of the Crown Prince.
The only problem was that the reigning king was Louis XVI, and in two years, he'd be "snapped"...
Since I couldn't rely on dear old dad and the ministers, I had to take matters into my own hands to reform France!
First, make a bit of easy money to solve the financial crisis that had plagued the nation for hundreds of years.
Then give a harsh lesson to those nobles harboring treacherous intentions and plotting to seize power.
Next, confiscate the Church's abundant lands, acquired without lifting a finger.
Industry, technology, agriculture, commerce—I will all advance side by side, I, the greatest Crown Prince in France!
That year, when the little British struggled with the allied forces at his borders, I simply took over his little island.
That year, my sword pointed at all of Europe, the magnificent feat Napoleon didn't accomplish, I will achieve!!!

Life of Being a Crown Prince in France

Catherine II took a deep breath, gazed at the officers standing solemnly around her, and said calmly, "So, which army corps is currently closest to Crimea?"


Zubov answered without hesitation, "Morcoff Army in Mozhili..."


Everyone cast dagger-like glances at him.


Marshal Leipnin quickly interrupted, "Your Majesty, the Saratov Army turned south a week ago; they should arrive in Crimea in about a month and a half."


The Tsar shot him a glance, her voice growing icy, "A month and a half. Fine, now tell me this—can Bakhchisaray hold out for even a month and a half?"


He knew that the Polish Army in Crimea, which had managed to take down the Kursk Fortress, likely wouldn't need such a long time to breach Bakhchisaray—even if they were currently lacking supplies.


Catherine II slammed her plump hand on the table and scanned the room again: "Who can tell me who to send now to deal with those Poles?"


Chapter 721: Defending the Motherland with Life