Chapter 128 Everything Is Ready

A wedding is a very serious matter, especially the wedding of a monarch.

It is not just the servants who serve as preparers, but both parties involved who need to focus on preparation as well.

Therefore, early in the morning, when there were still stars in the sky, Anna got up to do her makeup.

"Your Highness, Your Highness, this is beautiful."

Ludovica took a long dress and said to Anna, who was being dressed by the wife of General Mahand from France.

There is no way, the French are quite talented in this area.

As for the level of the Ottoman Empire in this regard, in fact, from the perspective of Emperor Cyprus, it was not bad. After all, the maids in Topkapi Palace were pretty good.

However, for personal reasons, Emperor Cyprus has always had a relatively unfavorable attitude towards the costumes of the Ottoman harem, because he really could not appreciate them.

If Mrs. Mishu Delpa, who was his own mother, had not insisted on this tune, he would have changed it long ago.

The current makeup is actually not for subsequent weddings and banquets. This is a benefit that Emperor Sai gave himself.

For various reasons, it was okay for Emperor Sai to touch men's attire, but women's attire must be robes, and this cannot be changed.

As for the robe, Emperor Sai is just looking at it. He might as well look for Stanley's urea bag, which is pretty much the same anyway.

So, the so-called traditional dress is only used in front of others. Isn’t it a bad idea to wear this kind of thing when you are truly alone?

Emperor Sai can be regarded as an innocent boy. After traveling through time for so many years, even the maids in the palace are too lazy to touch him.

Just this time, please let go and prepare some more clothes. Not to mention vulgar, they are all decent clothes and have no special hobbies. The Sudan is a decent person.

After coming over for a while, Anna looked at her makeup in the mirror and couldn't help but laugh.

At this time, Ludovica was looking at Anna resentfully. After all, she had been waiting for a long time.

"Okay, okay. I know what you mean. You can try it if you want. His Majesty has prepared a lot of clothes for me, all handmade. You can take whichever one you like."

Ludovica nodded, feeling a little jealous.

Why was she able to find someone who loved her so much?

She couldn't help but think of the days when she was a princess. Even when she was a princess, her father would not pamper her like this.

After all, there was not enough money in the country's treasury to afford the royal family luxury, and his father was busy with state affairs all day long, hoping to implement Polish reforms.

She lives a better life than ordinary people, but not only compared with other royal families in Europe, but even several big families in the country, she cannot compare with their direct children.

Perhaps the only thing she can compare to is the princesses of those small German states, like damn Ekaterina.

A German-born princess became the empress of Russia. She wanted to do that too.

There were no Sultanas in the history of the Ottoman Empire who interfered in government affairs. Hurrem Sultana was one. Why couldn't she work in this direction?

So why? Why can she get the Sultan's favor?

Her bloodline was no nobler than her own. She was also a Polish princess, and her father Nicholas was just an ordinary person before he became the Patriarch.

She couldn't be more knowledgeable than him, so what about the students at Oxford, let alone music. Even in music, she was still better than him after receiving royal education since she was a child.

Her appearance does not exceed her own, she just hasn't fully developed yet. Given time, she may not still have this advantage.

After thinking a lot, Ludovica felt like crying.

Why should I compare these things? I am just like a French woman hanging out in Paris, hoping to be favored by a big boss.

Ludovica thanked her, bowed and turned away. There were tears in her eyes. She hated what she had done.

She envied the love between the Sultan and His Highness Anna, she hoped, she longed for it, but she couldn't get it.

Even if she successfully committed herself to the Sultan and gained his favor, she and the Sultan would not have any love. From the beginning, she came with the idea of ​​restoring Poland.

Ludovica suppressed her tears and walked outside, but was discovered by her sister Isabella who happened to come in.

The girl screamed.

"Sister, why are you crying?"

Ludovica was immediately dumbfounded. Why is this child still so stupid?

Anna, who was trying on other looks, heard Isabella's words and immediately asked the stylist on the side to stop working, and then asked.

"Ludovica, what's wrong with you?"

Ludovica wiped away her tears, hugged Isabella beside her, covered her mouth and said.

"It's okay, Your Highness, it's just that the wind got into my eyes and my eyes were a little itchy."

"Did the wind get into your eyes?"

Anna asked suspiciously.

"Yes, Your Highness, I'm taking my sister outside now, so I won't disturb you. If you need anything, just call us. I promise to be there when you call."

“Okay, okay, remember to sleep a little longer, we’re going to set off later.

Keep your spirits up, it's a bit difficult to get up so early. "

Anna warned gently. He had no idea that the other party's intention was to compete with her for a man.

After listening to Anna's words, Ludovica couldn't help but feel something, and she said the last thing.

"Okay, thank you for your concern, Your Highness."

Such preparations not only took place in Patriarch Nicholas's home, but also in other places in the empire.

Muslims certainly don't have so many fancy things. After all, the traditional dress for Muslim women is a long robe. No matter how you do it, it's just like that.

Like changing the lace and color, oh, you can't change the color. It's usually white. There is no room for maneuver.

Orthodox Christians are different. Emperor Serbia doesn't intend to control the clothes of Orthodox Christians. These people can wear whatever they want. The more colorful the better. It just stimulates Muslim women.

What do you think the Grand Muf should do when he asks questions? What does it have to do with the Sultan? The Sultan just arranged how to manage the attendance of men and women at the event.

Is it Emperor Serbia's responsibility to control what Orthodox Christians wear?

How can you disturb the Sultan with such a trivial matter? Please, it's very busy to govern such a big country.

Didn't you see that the Sultan got married so late? Doesn't this reflect the Sultan's diligence?

Don't bother Sergei the Great with this kind of thing, just go to Nicholas Non-Stick Pan, I guarantee he can provide you with all the help except the actual help.

When the Ottoman Empire was in a peaceful atmosphere on the eve of the wedding, the whole European continent was stirring up one round of storm after another, and Sergei the Great, who was still sleeping late, was finally awakened by this thing.

The French got angry and beat Austria and Prussia.