I'm the Dauphin in France

Chapter 411 Queen Mary's Birthday Celebration (asking for monthly ticket)
It can be said that soda ash is the "condiment" of industrial production. Historically, the industrial production of soda ash has opened a new era in the chemical industry and further affected the entire industrial field.

In this era, France has stood at the top of the European chemical industry with the latest achievements of the Lavoisiers!

Mariana suddenly remembered something and turned to look at her husband:

"My dear, I heard from Perna that His Royal Highness the Crown Prince mentioned that he would grant you the title of Baron after the casein glue factory officially goes into production?"

This kind of royal title belongs to the ranks of nobles with swords, which is completely different from the nobles with robes who are at the bottom of the noble contempt chain. It is usually only used to reward a very small number of people who have made great contributions.

Lavoisier smiled and nodded:
"I originally wanted to give you a surprise, but I didn't expect you to be so well-informed."

Marianne immediately threw her arms around his neck in delight, jumping up and down like a little girl:
"So, we will be what others call 'upper class' from now on, haha."

Lavoisier smiled and said, "But if that's the case, you'll have to socialize with the ladies at the Palace of Versailles often."

"I'll hide in the lab and pretend I didn't get the invitation."

Marianna blinked slyly, then suddenly hugged her husband tightly and whispered shyly in his ear:
"Then, do we also have to hurry up and solve the problem of the Baron's heir?"

"Of course!"

Seeing that there was no one around, Lavoisier picked up his wife and kissed her...

1789 11 Month 2 Day.

Today is Queen Mary's 34th birthday.

Originally in history, at this time Marie Antoinette and her family were escorted out of the Palace of Versailles by the French citizens who were highly revolutionary, and were sadly settled in the dilapidated Tuileries Palace which had been abandoned for many years.

At this time, she was sitting in her dressing room, listening to the band playing beside her, surrounded by makeup artists, hairstylists and 7 maids, happily preparing her dress for her birthday banquet.

There was a knock on the door and the maid brought Brian in.

The Chief Minister bowed to Queen Mary who was sitting in front of the mirror and praised her first:

"Your Majesty, has God concentrated all the splendor and beauty of the world in you alone? You will definitely make all the women in Paris envious.

"Well, your majesty, please forgive me for having to disturb you for a moment."

As he spoke, he placed a document on the small round table next to him:
"This is the final revised draft of the treaty. You need to sign it as soon as possible. You know, it will be officially signed in Le Havre Port in five days."

"Thank you for your compliment." Queen Mary smiled and nodded, took the quill and signed her name at the end of the text.

As for the contents, she had already learned about them in detail from the Crown Prince a few days ago. The treaty was very beneficial to France, no, it should be said that it made a lot of profit.

She sighed in her heart that her son was really becoming more and more capable. This time, with only a minimal investment in the Far East, he got Britain to stop interfering in North Africa. He even got Britain to promise to give up protecting the guy who instigated the Corsica rebellion, as well as some other gains that she didn't quite understand...

She handed the document back to Brian, her eyes swept across the busy dressing room, and her smile grew wider. If it weren't for Joseph helping her deal with these government affairs, she might still be discussing with ministers how to deal with the troubles in North Africa. How could she enjoy the relaxation and comfort at this moment?

Queen Marie watched Brian leave, gestured in front of the mirror, pointed to the coconut-sized golden birdcage beside her, and said to the hairdresser:

"May I wear that now?" "Of course, Your Majesty."

The queen turned a small switch on the birdcage, and the metal nightingale in the cage flapped its wings, poked its head out, and chirped.

"Ah! How perfect!" The hairdresser swung the silk handkerchief and exclaimed, "Your Majesty's hands must be blessed by God!"

Yes, this clockwork birdcage hair accessory is the birthday gift that Louis XVI gave to his wife - a lifelike mechanical bird that rotates and opens doors automatically, moves all over its body, and can make more than a dozen sounds. Its complexity is several times that of the most sophisticated clocks today.

Soon, melodious and cheerful music came from the direction of the Palace of Versailles.

Queen Mary stood up and admired her luxurious dress with satisfaction, then walked towards the palace theater with the slowly rotating birdcage on her head.

While the Palace of Versailles was celebrating the Queen's birthday, the British Royal Navy's third-class battleship "Ajax" was sailing through the cloudy Bay of Biscay. Its destination would be the distant Indian Peninsula.

In an inconspicuous officer's room on the second floor of the battleship, the Marquis of Wellesley lit his pipe and took a deep puff.

After stepping down as Foreign Secretary, without those people trying to get close to him, he actually enjoyed a rare peace and quiet.

He took out the map of Mysore and its surroundings that he carried with him and spread it out on the table, but out of the corner of his eye he saw a letter that he had taken out of his pocket and dropped on the ground.

It was a letter from Cornwallis, the Governor-General of India, which had just been delivered to London the day before yesterday, and it gave a detailed account of the war situation in India.

Lord Wellesley could not help but frown, and a feeling of boredom and anxiety filled his heart. He thought of the "simple fortress" built by the Mysore people mentioned by Cornwallis.

Before boarding the ship, he was confident that as long as he arrived in India, the Mysore people who had lost the support of France would soon be defeated by him.

However, after a whole day of serious thinking, he finally realized that there was no good way to deal with that kind of "fortress".

He is likely to face another defeat in India...

United Kingdom.

London.

A black carriage galloped past on the avenue northwest of St. James's Palace.

In the car, a white-haired old man in his sixties looked at the young man opposite him and finally couldn't help but speak:

"Windham, I still think it is not a wise decision to take over as Foreign Secretary at this time."

The young man with sunken eyes and a Scottish look was the new British Foreign Secretary, Lord William Wyndham Grenville.

Grenville smiled naively:
"Uncle, you see, our Prime Minister has to appease the anger of the Whigs. And I'm afraid I'm his only choice."

After experiencing the "strategic mistakes" of the two foreign ministers, the Duke of Leeds and the Marquis of Wellesley, Pitt the Younger faced huge pressure from the Whig Party in the cabinet. Therefore, he prepared to appoint a Whig as the new foreign secretary in order to compromise with the Whig Party.

But he played a trick again and chose Lord Grenville, a member of the Grenville family who was allied with his own family and also his best friend.

(End of this chapter)