The old revolutionary heartland's bloodline talent (bonus chapter for Helmsman Risland

"Hmph, that ill-mannered woman!"

Queen Mary set her little silver spoon heavily on the table and chewed hard on the cherry-frosted cake in her mouth. Even her usual favorite cake no longer tasted good.

The good mood she had enjoyed while chatting with the Count of Artois at noon had vanished entirely with Madame Adelaide's visit.

The Queen muttered angrily under her breath:

"Hmph! What right does that old princess who can't find a husband have to point fingers at France's affairs of state?"

Yes, Madame Adelaide was one of the people she disliked most in Versailles Palace-when she had first married into Versailles Palace, the former had once tried to manipulate her into palace intrigue against Madame du Barry, making her extremely uncomfortable.

In fact, Joseph also knew that Madame Adelaide had been the first person to call the Queen an "Austrian Bitch" behind her back.

With her providing a god-tier assist to the old nobles, she could completely cancel out the Count of Artois's efforts to oppose the abolition of noble privileges.

Provence Province.

Nice.

A middle-aged man wearing a short black jacket and gray cotton trousers stood on a fishmonger's handcart, waving his arms as he shouted furiously:

"Who exactly carried off the reserve grain His Majesty the King prepared for us? It was precisely the lack of that grain that made bread prices in the city more than double!

"What were those black-hearted bastards trying to do?

"They wanted to murder us!"

The grain shortage had only recently passed. Many people had lost relatives and friends during that time, and at his words, they immediately stopped and listened with furrowed brows.

The middle-aged man continued:

"Perhaps you've all seen the news.

"Yes,