Queen Mary's birthday celebration

It can be said that Soda Ash is the "ingredient" of industrial production. Historically, the Industrialization production of Soda Ash ushered in a new era for the Chemical industry and further influenced the entire industrial sector.

In this era, thanks to the latest achievements of the Lavoisier couple, France has risen to the top of the Europe Chemical industry!

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

"My dear, I heard from Perna that His Crown Prince mentioned that he would bestow upon you the title of Baron after the Casein Glue factory officially begins production?"

These Nobility titles, bestowed by the Royal House family, belong to the ranks of Nobles of the Sword, completely different from the Nobles of the Robe who are at the bottom of the Nobility hierarchy and receive only what they can buy. They are usually used to reward a very small number of people who have made significant contributions.

Lavoisier smiled and nodded:

"I was planning to surprise you, but I didn't expect you to be so well-informed."

Marianne immediately wrapped her arms around his neck with delight, jumping and skipping like a little girl.

"So, from now on, we'll be what people call 'high society,' haha."

Lavoisier chuckled, "But that would mean you'd have to frequently socialize with the Noblewoman of the Versailles Palace."

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

Marianne winked mischievously, then suddenly hugged her husband tightly, whispering shyly in his ear:

"So, shouldn't we also hurry up and resolve the issue of the Baron's successor?"

"Of course!"

Seeing that no one was around, Lavoisier swept his wife up in his arms and kissed her...

November 2, 1789.

Today is Queen Mary's 34th birthday.

Historically, at this time, Marie Antoinette and her family were being escorted by the citizens of French Great Revolution from the Versailles Palace, heading sadly to the long-abandoned and dilapidated Tuileries Palace.

Meanwhile, she sat in her dressing room, listening to the band playing nearby, surrounded by her makeup artist, hairstylist, and seven maids, happily preparing her dress for her birthday party.

With a knock on the door, the maid led Brienne in.

The Chief Minister bowed to Queen Mary, who was seated before the mirror, and first praised her:

"Your Majesty, has God concentrated all the splendor and beauty of the world upon you alone? You would surely make all the women in Paris breathless with envy."

"Yes, Your Majesty, please forgive me for disturbing you for a moment."

As he spoke, he placed a document on the small round table beside him:

"This is the final revised draft of the treaty, and I need your signature as soon as possible. You know, it's to be formally signed in Le Havre Port in five days."

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

As for its contents, she had already learned about them in detail from the Crown Prince a few days ago. The treaty was very favorable to France; no, it should be said that it brought France enormous profits.

She sighed inwardly, thinking how capable her son was becoming. This time, with minimal investment in the Far East, United Kingdom had secured a United Kingdom withdrawal from North Africa, a promise to abandon protection of the man who instigated the Corsica Rebellion, and other gains she didn't quite understand...

She handed the documents back to Brienne, her gaze sweeping over the bustling dressing room, her smile widening. If it weren't for Joseph handling these political affairs for her, she might still be discussing with her ministers how to deal with the troubles in North Africa, and how could she be enjoying this moment of ease and comfort?

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

"Can I wear that now?"

"Of course, Your Majesty."

The Queen flipped a small switch on the birdcage, and the metal nightingale inside flapped its wings, poked its head out, and chirped.

"Ah! How perfect!" the hairdresser exclaimed, twirling a silk handkerchief. "King Majesty's hands must be blessed by God!"

Yes, this wind-up birdcage hair ornament was a birthday gift from Louis XVI to his wife—a lifelike mechanical bird that rotates, opens, and moves its entire body automatically, and can produce more than a dozen sounds, with a complexity several times greater than the most precise clocks of the time.

Before long, melodious and cheerful music drifted from the direction of the Versailles Palace.

Queen Mary rose to her feet, admiring her luxurious gown with satisfaction, before heading toward the court theater, her birdcage slowly rotating beneath her.

Just as Versailles was celebrating the Queen's birthday, the British Royal Navy's third-class battleship HMS Ajax was sailing through the cloud-shrouded Bay of Biscay, its destination the distant Indian subcontinent.

In an inconspicuous officer's cabin on the second deck of the Warship, the Marquess Wellesley lit his pipe and took a deep drag.

After stepping down Minister of Foreign Affairs, the absence of those who tried to curry favor with him allowed him to experience a rare moment of peace and quiet.

He took out a map of the area around Mysore that he always carried with him, spread it out on the table, and then caught a glimpse of a letter that he had pulled out of his pocket and dropped to the ground.

That was a letter from the Governor of India, Cornwallis, which had just arrived in London the day before yesterday. It detailed the war situation in India.

Marquess Wellesley frowned, a sense of unease and anxiety settling over him. He recalled the "simple fortresses" built by the Mysore that Cornwallis had mentioned.

Before boarding the ship, he was full of confidence that once he reached India, the Mysore, who had lost France support, would soon be defeated by him.

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

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

United Kingdom.

London.

A black Carriage sped past on the avenue northwest of the St. James's Palace.

On the bus, an elderly man in his sixties with white hair looked at the young man opposite him and finally couldn't help but speak:

"Wyndham, I still believe that taking over as Minister of Foreign Affairs at this time is not a wise decision."

The young man with deep-set eyes and a somewhat Scotland appearance was none other than the newly appointed United Kingdom Minister of Foreign Affairs, Lord William Wyndham Lord Grenville.

Grenville gave a simple, honest smile.

"Uncle, you see, right now our Prime Minister has to quell the Whig Party's anger. And I'm afraid I'm his only choice."

After the "strategic blunders" of the Duke of Leeds and the Marquess Wellesley as Minister of Foreign Affairs, Pitt the Younger. faced immense pressure from the Whig Party in his Cabinet. He then prepared to appoint a Whig the new Minister of Foreign Affairs as a compromise with the Whig Party.

He then played a trick, choosing a member of the Grenville Family, who was allied with his own family and was also his close friend, Lord Grenville.