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How could the Empress of Austria be so despicable!

As they turned the corner of the corridor, suddenly a pair of hands wrapped around Gisela's waist from behind, then skillfully grasped the fox tail hidden in her long dress, while the other hand covered Gisela's mouth, and expertly led her into the room.

This sneak attack was so swift and seamless that it went unnoticed at first glance!

"Your Majesty, have you missed me?" At this moment, a familiar voice entered Gisela's ears. Gisela was startled and suddenly turned around to see the black-haired mature woman she both loved and hated.

"Mata Hari, it's you again!"

PS1: The obstacles have been mostly dealt with; it's time for the next step.

PS2: It's much easier for a ruler with prestige and power to get things done than for a traditional ruler who simply maintains the status quo.

Chapter 517 The Turkish Symphony of the Vienna Rose: Capter 14 Marta and Gisela (Vote Requested)

"Shh! Your Majesty, you certainly wouldn't want your servants to see you like this, would you?" Marta whispered, a slight smile playing on her lips, as she leaned close to Gisela's ear. Then, she suddenly extended her tongue and lightly touched Gisela's earlobe.

"???" Gisela was taken aback when she heard this. Was she treating him like a Japanese person?

As Marta made her suggestive move, Gisela shuddered and her cheeks flushed. However, this time Gisela did not surrender as she had in the past. Instead, she reached out her right hand and shook off Marta's hand that was holding her tail. Then, she applied a little force and pressed Marta against the wall. Her silver-haired mode was activated immediately, and her blue eyes instantly turned into a more fierce and intimidating purple.

“Mata Hari, remember this: you are not always in a position to negotiate with me. I am now the Empress of Austria, and I can use the resources of the entire empire to deal with you if I so choose.” Gisela, who was already familiar with Mata’s personality, clearly wanted to force her to submit through such a tough attitude, and not let this woman always lead her by the nose.

From another perspective, Gisela has always wanted to recruit capable intelligence agents like Marta to change the Empire's situation of relying entirely on the Thirteen Courts, and she has that ability.

Of course, this was not because Gisela distrusted Aponia, but because she was always wary of the cunning manipulator behind the Thirteen Courts—Bishop Otto, the leader of the Thirteen Courts' other flag, Wu Si.

"Join me, become one of my people, or die and become a multi-faceted spy forever." Gisela frowned slightly, looking exceptionally serious, as if she really would kill Marta, appearing quite solemn.

"What if I say no?" Marta stared intently at Gisela with her alluring eyes, but Gisela frowned, seemingly unmoved by her words.

“Your little tricks won’t always work.” Gisela tightened her grip on Marta’s neck, and Marta struggled, her breasts, which Gisela had once lingered over, swaying with her struggles.

"I...can...promise you, but...I have something to...tell Your Majesty." Marta's voice was broken because Gisela was choking her.

"What is it?" Gisela loosened her grip slightly and leaned her head close to Marta's ear, who was being pressed against the wall.

“Your Majesty, it seems you are unaware of a secret about me,” Marta said with a hint of amusement.

"What secret?" Gisela frowned, somewhat puzzled.

“I am also a magic user.” With that, Marta easily broke free from Gisela’s grip, then raised her legs to clamp Gisela’s waist and used the momentum to knock Gisela to the ground, then straddled her.

Marta lowered her head, meeting Gisela's gaze; their noses almost touched.

"Our lovely princess has grown up and is eager to prove herself?" Marta raised her right hand and gently touched Gisela's cheek. At this moment, because of her silver hair mode, Gisela's face was serious and cold, and she did not have the shyness that Marta had hoped to see.

“I’d like to take another look.” Marta slowly traced her index finger along Gisela’s nose, across her lips, and finally down her smooth skin to her chest. Then she grasped it in her hand, feeling the beating of Gisela’s heart.

“It’s much bigger than usual.” Marta said to Gisela with a slightly teasing tone, then lifted her hair behind her ear as if preparing to kiss Gisela.

"Have you had enough fun?" Gisela grasped Marta's right hand.

Marta pursed her lips, then stood up and sat on the sofa next to her, while Gisela slowly got up from the ground, pulled up the hem of her dress, patted the dust off her body, and remained very calm throughout.

Of course, in Marta's eyes, the silver-haired Gisela now seemed to have entered a state of sage-like composure after a man's sexual intercourse. Little did she know that without the emotional stability brought about by this state, Gisela would be unable to straighten her back again when faced with the advances of a beauty like Marta, just like last time.

“Your Majesty, I thought you understood me well, but now it seems I was too self-conscious.” Marta looked somewhat disappointed, her tone tinged with grievance.

“If I apologize now, wouldn’t that be falling into your trap?” Gisela sat down opposite Marta and looked at the dark-haired woman in front of her.

"Tsk, as expected, they say the heart of an emperor is the most difficult thing in the world to understand. It's only been a few years, and not only have you become like a fox in appearance, but your personality has also become like a fox." Marta changed her previous pessimism and instead stuck out her tongue, revealing a smile with a hint of teasing.

“At least when dealing with you, I need to consider many factors.” Gisela stood up, walked to her drawer, opened it, took out some tea leaves, put them in a container, placed the container on the coffee table, and lit it.

"This is called brewing tea, an Eastern beverage custom," Gisela said casually, just as she often explained things about the Far East to Rita, Jeanne, and others.

"Empress of the Austrian Empire, Princess Su Beiming of the Ming Dynasty, Your Majesty, who exactly are you?" Marta raised her head, her expression serious, her tone unusually earnest. Although the diary was burned, its contents were etched into her memory. Since Gisela wanted to recruit her today, there were some things she needed to clarify.

"..." Gisela was taken aback by Marta's words, and her hands hesitated for a moment, but she quickly returned to normal.

“I don’t understand what you mean at all. Of course I am the Empress of the Empire. As for this so-called Princess Su Beiming of the Ming Dynasty, I don’t know her at all.” Gisela raised her head, her gaze unusually serious.

"Your Majesty, your appearance is exactly the same as that great figure from the Eastern Kingdom. If it weren't for all the things that have happened around you, and the fox ears and tail on your head, I wouldn't believe these things are true." After all, multiple souls and extraordinary bodies are false legends that can only appear in myths, but they are so real in front of Marta that it's impossible for her not to believe them.

Why approach Gisela? Why the innate attraction to her? For Marta, who has lived in the shadows for decades, she is long past the age of naively acting solely on personal preferences…

PS1: She's a noble empress, yet she's so disappointing! 0v0

Chapter 518 The Turkish Symphony of the Vienna Rose: Capter 15 "The Brusilov Offensive" (Vote Requested)

“I really can’t understand what you mean.” Gisela frowned; naturally, she couldn’t admit to these secrets that belonged only to her.

“You mentioned a name called Lin Wei in your diary.” Marta softly uttered the name that was deeply embedded in Gisela’s soul, in her not-so-standard voice.

"..." Gisela's expression froze upon hearing this, as if the pit she had dug out years ago out of boredom had reappeared in front of her once again.

“Am I wrong?” Marta stood up and walked to Gisela’s side, pushed her down onto the sofa, and then skillfully straddled Gisela.

“I am a spy, and I am good at using my body to benefit myself, but I also have my own principles. Today, I am honored to have a special ‘man’ become the most important person in my life.” Marta licked her lips, then raised her hands and gently removed her elaborate clothes, revealing her beauty to Gisela.

Marta took Gisela's hand and lifted her to the spot where she was surrounded by admirers.

"Is Your Majesty satisfied with my sincerity?" Marta's tone remained as confident as ever.

Gisela did not answer. After a moment of silence, she put her arms around Marta and then pushed her down onto her sofa.

The Brusilov Offensive, recorded in World War I, was a historic offensive. Initially on the defensive, the Russian army, under the leadership of the great General Brusilov, transformed its previously inflexible image. It concentrated its forces, employing a strategy of point breakthroughs and multi-point attacks, effectively focusing its strength on a 440-kilometer defensive line and launching attacks on the enemy from more than 30 breakthrough points.

Its rapid offensive achieved great success at the start of the war, and also forced Germany to divert troops from the western front to help its allies, who were in defeat on the eastern front, stabilize their lines. It played a crucial role in the Allied victory in the war, and its ideas after the war also profoundly influenced the epic ten Stalin raids in the later Great Patriotic War.

At the beginning of the war, the two sides were evenly matched, but later they were evenly matched. Then came the fierce counterattacks, and finally the climax was reached with continuous artillery fire. Neither side showed any sign of compromise until the very last moment.

The battle ended only when both sides were exhausted, and the Russian army, which had been on the defensive, gave its opponent a taste of immense crisis and a near-defeat.

After an unknown amount of time, Gisela and Marta, who were lying on the ground, finally regained consciousness, their clothes scattered haphazardly on the ground.

"Your Majesty, it seems I have always underestimated you."

"Are you willing to help me now?" The two seemed to have reached a consensus, both physically and mentally, during some unspeakable events earlier.

“Of course, Your Majesty, but what position would you be willing to give me?” Marta said, looking at Gisela lying in front of her.

"First, I hope you will regularly tell me about the countries you have traded intelligence with and the content of that intelligence so that I can make some preparations in advance."

"So what position do you want?" Gisela sat up and wiped the sweat from her brow.

"Anything is fine, as long as I can stay by His Majesty's side and His Majesty allows me to move freely at any time."

"No problem, I grant your permission."

Marta had already promised a certain young lady from the Hohenstaufen family that she would stay by Gisela's side, and at this moment she had already killed two birds with one stone and achieved her goal.

"Oh, right, you didn't come here to talk about this before, did you?" Gisela sat up and rummaged through the pile of skirts for her underwear. She was currently wearing the Queen's gown, so the clothes were actually quite complicated.

"Sultanah of the Ottoman Empire will invite countries from across Europe to a conference in Constantinople next month."

"Is the topic of the meeting about Russia?"

"Your Majesty, what do you think?" Marta looked at Gisela slowly, as if deliberately keeping her in suspense.

"Your Majesty, there is a cabinet meeting that requires your attendance in a little while," Rita's voice came from outside the door.

"You can't be here right now." Upon hearing Rita's voice, Gisela quickly looked around and then looked at the cabinet next to her. She picked up Marta's clothes and pushed her toward the cabinet.

"Wait inside for a bit." Gisela skillfully pushed Marta inside. For some reason, Gisela felt as if she were secretly having an affair with another woman behind her husband's back.

Just as Gisela closed the cabinet, Rita pushed the door open at the perfect moment.

“Your Majesty, there is a cabinet meeting that requires your attendance in a moment.” Rita repeated herself before pushing open the half-closed door in front of her. Normally, with hundreds, if not thousands, of rooms in the Hofburg Palace, confirming whether Gisela was in this room wouldn't be an easy task for Rita. However, because Marta and Gisela had been somewhat careless when they entered the room and hadn't completely closed the door, Rita had noticed this detail at just the right moment.

As soon as the diligent Miss Rita entered the room, she saw Gisela leaning against the cabinet, wearing only white undergarments, while Gisela casually draped her dress over the sofa next to her.

"Your Majesty, does the dress not fit?" Rita asked, somewhat puzzled. If it didn't, she would be more than willing to find a more suitable outfit for Her Majesty. Perhaps other maids would need to search for clothes for a while, but for her, who had taken care of Gisela since childhood, every detail about Gisela's body, including her menstrual cycle, was something she could recall without hesitation.

“No, that’s not true.” Gisela tilted her head, unsure how to explain. After all, she couldn’t very well tell Rita that she and Marta had slept together again, could she? Aside from knowing that Rita had some morbid feelings for her, Gisela didn’t want to hurt Rita’s feelings. After all, what happened just now was an accident, or rather, she was “concerned about the country and its people.”

“Isn’t that right? Then why does Your Majesty want to take off your dress now?” Rita walked to the sofa and picked up Gisela’s dress.

“No need to bring it over, just stand there. I’ll come and put it on right now. It’s been a bit hot lately, and it’s not very convenient to wear such a bulky dress.” Gisela chuckled as she wiped non-existent sweat from her forehead.

"Your Majesty, it's only March, early spring has just begun..." In fact, even Rita in Vienna was wearing an extra blouse in this weather, so it's hard to believe it was hot.

"Really? Perhaps she was a little excited after her speech." Gisela glanced at the cabinet and slowly walked towards Rita. Just then, Rita noticed a tiny detail: on Gisela's dress, there seemed to be some golden strands of hair intertwined with her dark hair.

PS1: Brusilov, you're attacking now, what am I going to attack in the future?

Chapter 519 The Turkish Symphony of the Vienna Rose: Capter 16 His Majesty is Dirty (Seeking Votes)

If it were any other hair color, it wouldn't be so bad, but the important point is that most of the women with long hair in the entire Viennese court had either brown, gray, or even gold or silver hair, but no one had black hair. Thinking of these maids with their MAX investigative abilities, a variety of possibilities immediately came to mind.

"Could it be that I was robbed..." For some reason, Gisela felt a little embarrassed, but looking at her prince's serious expression and the fact that he was already married, His Majesty shouldn't be that kind of person...

"Is there anyone else in Your Majesty's room?" Rita gently lifted her dress, posing as she waited for Gisela to put it back on.

"No, I would be surprised if I were." Gisela's eyes darted away unnaturally, clearly as if she were lying. Gisela, who was good at observing other people's words and actions, never realized that she herself was not good at pretending, especially when facing close people.

"Really? Your Highness, your underwear is a bit dirty. Shall I go to the closet and find you a new set?" Rita glanced at her master unhurriedly before looking at the closet where Gisela had been standing not far away.

"No need, no one can see it anyway since it's worn underneath." Seeing Rita about to walk towards the closet, Gisela grabbed Rita's hand.

"Tie the rope around my thighs again, I'm worried the stockings will fall down." Gisele stretched out her long legs and gave Rita the same order as last time.

“Yes, Your Majesty,” Rita turned around and knelt down to tie Gisela’s rope.

"Your Majesty, I saw an article addressed to you in the Western Daily today."

"What article?" Gisela asked, by which time the tea she had prepared earlier was fully brewed.

"Rita, please take the tea set down for me and add some tea to my cup."

"Yes, Your Majesty. By the way, why are there two cups on your table?" Rita asked Gisela, tilting her head. Although Rita was 70% sure that there was something wrong, she wasn't 100% sure, so she didn't say anything more.

"I'll get two cups so the tea can cool down a bit and taste better." Gisela stretched her arms and, while Rita was pouring tea with her back to her, carefully checked herself for any marks left from earlier.

"Didn't you just mention an article published in the *Taixi Daily*? Tell me what it was," Gisela tried to change the subject.

"Your Majesty, don't be nervous, it's nothing serious." Rita placed the teacup in front of Gisela, who was a little thirsty. Gisela picked up the teacup and drank it in large gulps.

"The Prussian lady, Loris, has publicly proposed to His Majesty, and now all of Europe knows it."

"Pfft! Cough cough!" Gisela spat out all the tea in his mouth like a whale.

"Are you kidding me? Doesn't she know I'm married?" Gisela said, glancing at the ring on her middle finger. Although she herself wasn't entirely aware of being married, it was better to keep it unspoken than to be so blunt.

At that moment, Gisela's cabinet began to shake slightly, and the perceptive Rita clearly noticed this detail.

“Get the *Taiwai Daily* to take down this article immediately!” Gisela frowned, but she quickly realized that this was unrealistic. Although Gisela was the largest shareholder behind the *Taiwai Daily*, she rarely interfered directly in the newspaper's operations, adopting a laissez-faire approach. Today, the newspaper had become one of the best-selling newspapers in Europe, with daily sales and popularity unmatched by other newspapers at that time.

"Forget it, that's unrealistic. Quickly get the Foreign Minister to find a way to mediate." Having witnessed the burning gossip spirit of the masses from the future, she could already foresee that this article would spread throughout Europe within 48 hours.

"How does Your Majesty want them to handle this?" After all, this is not a normal state affair, but a private matter of the Empress or the royal family, so it is naturally very complicated to deal with.

"Let them not rush to deny it; we need to reserve our stance for now." Popular psychology taught Gisela a very simple lesson: when faced with issues that interest people, they are often more willing to believe what they want to believe than the truth. Therefore, remaining silent will give her an advantage in public opinion.

“Yes, Your Majesty.” Rita nodded, and Gisela sat down on the sofa. To be honest, Gisela was somewhat at a disadvantage with Chloris's actions, as she knew she had never been good at dealing with Chloris. Because Chloris and she were too in sync.

While Gisela was deep in thought, Rita slowly walked to the cabinet.

"Your Majesty, your cabinet was shaking a bit just now. Let me check if there's anything wrong inside."

"No!" Upon hearing Rita's words, Gisela turned around abruptly to stop her, but it was already too late.

Rita smirked slightly, then expertly pulled open the cabinet, while Marta lay inside, covering her mouth and stomach, trying not to laugh.

"Your Majesty, may I ask why Miss Marta is hiding in your wardrobe, and why she is wearing your clothes?" Rita turned to look at Gisela with a smile, her expression exceptionally kind and amiable.

"Ahem, she came to give me intelligence today, and I just managed to seduce her into pledging allegiance to me. Now she has decided to assist us in our intelligence work." Although Gisela was telling the truth, she still felt a sense of unease when facing Rita.

"Oh! So Your Majesty and Miss Mata need to remove their clothes during the exchange of information?" Their hair was even tangled together; even a fool could see that there must have been some intimate contact between them.

“Miss Marta and I really have nothing, and I’m a married woman…” Gisela certainly couldn’t admit it, after all, this was cheating on her, and she had Nina as her husband.

“Is that so, Your Majesty? You are now the Empress of the Empire. As a mere maid, I have no right to speak ill of you.” Rita’s eyes turned cold and empty as she slowly walked towards Gisela with unsteady steps.

"Wait, Rita, don't come any closer to me." Seeing Rita's aura become somewhat terrifying, Gisela instinctively felt fear and involuntarily backed away.

"Your Majesty, don't be nervous. Didn't you ask me to help you tie the rope?" Rita's tone was unusually cold, because His Majesty was "dirty" today. As for why it was "dirty," that was another matter...

“No need, I can get dressed myself.” Gisela declined Rita’s offer and continued backing away, now almost reaching the window.

PS1: That scumbag fox, if only he were a little braver!

Chapter 520 The Turkish Symphony of the Vienna Rose: Capter 17 The Window Throwing Incident (Seeking Votes)

“No need, I can get dressed myself.” Gisela declined Rita’s offer and continued backing away to the window.

But then an accident happened. Because she was wearing high heels, Gisela slipped on the black fabric of the floor and fell backward.