Versailles is worse than being queen

◎Wedding night◎

"My little sweetheart, you look so beautiful today." The king marveled and took the hand of the crown princess and kissed the back of her hand.

"It's because the sun of France has favored me, Your Majesty." Antanya smiled and saluted the king.

The French king likes to think of himself as the sun, and Louis XV is obviously very satisfied with the sincere but not too straightforward praise of the crown princess.

Church wedding ceremonies are commonplace for Antanya, and she has nothing to be nervous about.But the crown prince, who had never been married, glanced at her with eyes full of anxiety and fear when he held her hand and walked forward.

This reminded Antanya that it seemed to be the same moment in her previous life, and her disillusionment with the crown prince subsided a little.That's when she realized for the first time that Louie was just as frightened as she was.In the face of countless dangers and unknowns in the future, they can at least be friends.

So, she winked at Louis: "Don't be nervous, they are all looking at me. It's not you who wears the dress studded with four thousand diamonds."

The little prince, who was so nervous that he was almost at the same level, was stunned when he heard this, and then he burst out laughing—then quickly coughed lightly to cover up his gaffe.

The mass in the church, the signing of the marriage contract, the end of the wedding, and then the royal banquet watched by a full 6000 people. At the same time, fireworks were set off and fountains were set up in the Versailles Gardens, and the sky lit up one after another.

Antania went through all the procedures calmly, and her performance was impeccable throughout. Even Countess Noaille couldn't tell anything about her.

Finally, when all the ceremonies were over, the royal band played a brilliant ending song, and the French Guards gave a salute. The king took the crown prince with one hand and the princess with the other, and led them to the bedroom prepared for the newlyweds.

Archbishop Remus blessed the newcomers, and then everyone left in file.

The curtains under the canopy fell layer by layer, the white candles in the huge bedroom were blown out one by one, and the door painted with golden irises was slowly closed——

At last it was just the two of them in the bedroom.

Louis has been tense from the moment he entered the church, and his nerves were stretched to the extreme at this time.

Someone had taught him what it meant to be married, but he... still didn't know what to do.

He huddled on the side of the big bed, struggling to organize his sentences.

Should he say something?

"Crown Princess, you are beautiful today, good night"?

The previous sentence and "good night" were too abrupt, it won't work.

... Then don't talk, just lie down and sleep?

It seems very impolite.The Crown Princess is the most beautiful princess with the most impeccable manners, everyone says so.

"Go to bed early, Crown Princess, good night"?

Seems to work!

Louis swallowed nervously, clenched his fists to encourage himself, and turned his head tremblingly——

The head of the bed suddenly lit up, scaring his words back into his stomach in an instant.

Louis: "...?"

He was stunned to see the crown prince lifted the quilt and got off the bed lightly, walked to the tall cabinet by the wall very familiarly, took a stack of paper and a pen, and brought them to the bedside together with the candlestick.

"Are you sleepy, Louie?" Her blue eyes were smiling.

"Not sleepy..." Lu Yi subconsciously replied blankly.

"Very good." The girl smiled persuasively, "Then we can discuss something fun."

"Have you ever heard of a steam engine?"

……

Antanya slept soundly that night, not having to sleep on bricks to maintain her hairstyle was one reason, and a more important reason was to discuss steam engines in the middle of the night with a certain little prince who was particularly interested in machinery before going to bed.

As for the maid dressing them up the next morning, everyone immediately understood that the marriage had not actually been completed, and the news would probably reach the king and other people's ears soon. She didn't want to care about this matter for the time being—

In her previous life, Louis had been incapacitated for seven years. It wasn't until her own brother, the then Emperor of Austria, who came to Paris to have secret talks with Louis XVI under the alias of "Count Falkenstein" that he finally encouraged her. Take the courage to solve this problem through scientific medical methods.

This is only the first day, and it will last for several years in the future, depending on Antanya's mood, and she has a lot to do now.

And the little fat pier is still a child.

This day was Thursday, and according to court etiquette, they were going to attend an audience with the king—but it would be more appropriate to say to watch His Majesty get up.

At 10:30, all members of the royal family, including bishops, cabinet ministers, chancellors, and even the king's physician, gathered in his majesty's bedroom.

As the ceremony began, the first chamber valet went to the king's bed and drew back the drapes over the canopy, all applauding at the same time - to show the king that everyone was glad that his majesty had not died the night before .

Watching the king get up is not an honor for all nobles, so everyone will compete for the place with the best view, although the process that can be seen is the same-the clothing manservant and wigmaker will bring the clothes available for him to choose that day, Someone took off his nightcap, someone else took off his slippers, someone else put his shirt on, and so on.

On this day, His Majesty the King saw the young crown prince and princess, and happily said to them: "At noon today, we will have a small family banquet."

No one else responded, but Antanya smiled meaningfully.

A good show is finally about to start.

Sure enough, when she was about to sit down, she saw the woman with powdered hair and dazzling jewels sitting at the far end of the long and narrow dining table.

Countess Noaille had just walked in, and her expression changed the moment she saw her.

The three older princesses already seated next to her - Adelaide, Victor Val and Sophie also looked at each other in blank dismay.

"How shameless!" Adelaide whispered bitterly.

"Isn't it," Sophie replied coldly.

"For an upright person," Countess Noaille glanced at Antanya, "you need to be careful in your words and deeds, and don't be tarnished by some people who are not on the stage."

After finishing speaking, she raised her chin slightly in a reserved manner, and even the three princesses looked over——

They were waiting for the young crown princess to ask questions.

Antanya in her previous life did ask, and got the answer: "Oh, that's Mrs. Dubarry."

As for the mistress of the royal family, she was born in a brothel, she has no taste and brains, and only knows to pile jewelry on her body, all kinds of people slowly told her.

Antanya in this life... Antanya was studying the hot chocolate in front of her with great interest.

"Your Highness," Countess Noaille coughed softly, "You are now the highest-ranking lady in the palace. There is a Versailles etiquette like this..."

"You're so right," Antania immediately laughed, "Versailles etiquette gave us such a wonderful thing as hot chocolate on the table. You know what? With a spoonful of maple syrup and a sprinkling of lavender buds, Add a spoonful of dark cocoa powder and it's delicious on earth."

"Hahaha," the king heard her words as soon as he came in, and waved his hand: "Do as the princess said, I think it must be very delicious hot chocolate."

Louis looked curiously at the hot chocolate in front of the princess, envious.

Antanya has sweet hot chocolate, but he has only sour and bitter wine.

The king had already gone to the dinner table, so naturally no one would dare to talk about Madame du Barry in front of him.

When the meal was over, Antanya returned to her bedroom and found a small suitcase decorated with simple patterns placed directly on her bedside table.

Opening the lid, the unique brilliance of jewelry almost dazzled her eyes.Sparkling pearl pendants adorned with diamond bows and rubies, drop-shaped pendants linking triple pearl necklaces, bouquet-shaped emerald brooches, gold tiaras, each sparkling with sparkle.

A piece of paper was scribbled.

"These are jewels that belonged to the Queen of France—and now they belong to you, sweetheart. Love your grandfather, King Louis XV."

Ok?

Apparently, His Majesty the King is well aware of the inappropriateness of bringing his mistress to the royal family table.This was his granddaughter-in-law's first lunch in Versailles, and Antalia hadn't done anything to embarrass Madame Dubarry—was this his cryptic expression of compensation and gratitude?

Antanya pinched the note with two fingers and shook it, narrowing her eyes slightly.

This is a path that she never imagined in her previous life.

The king was probably really satisfied with Antania's response at the luncheon, and soon sent a message: one of her personal maids could not continue to serve because of the scandal, and she could choose a new candidate pick.

This is the treatment that a newly married princess usually does not have.

Antania was not polite at all, and after pretending to look through the list of girls who can serve as personal maids in the Palace of Versailles, she quickly found the familiar name——

Henryette, the youngest daughter of Lord Dusty.

Her home is in the center of Paris, not far from the Krakow tree.

At this time, she was one of the correspondents of the Rheinische Zeitung, which had been losing money year after year.

——Just sent her to the Palace of Versailles, hoping that she would find a good husband here, and the Earl didn't know about it.

After sending everyone away contentedly, Antanya finally received the news she had been waiting for for a long time——

Johann Wolfgang von Goethe from Frankfurt asked to see him.

"Your Highness, please allow me to express my sincere gratitude for your generous helping hand, which rescued me from the plight of a few days ago."

Goethe was a tall young man with big, piercing eyes, like a ball of fire.

"Your predicament is caused by me, and I should apologize for that." Antanya replied with a smile.

"How could this be your fault?" Goethe said excitedly, "You are so noble and kind. Not only did you not punish those who made mistakes, but you also took care not to hurt innocent people..."

"Okay, okay," Antanya smiled and waved her hands, "Let's not waste too much time complimenting each other."

A German, an Austrian, what French nonsense is here to learn?

Goethe was taken aback for a moment, and immediately followed suit: "Please tell me!"

"I heard that you are quite accomplished in literature, and you also like writing." Antanya said unhurriedly, "May I ask, do you have any works now?"

When Goethe heard it, a certain "I knew it would be like this" flashed in his eyes.

He proudly produced several brochures.This was prepared in advance, and he was always ready to show his talent to Her Royal Highness.

"As you say, I've written a book of poems. Also, I've been working on a novel for the past year or so, and I'm more than half done now—oh, but it's all in German. "

The works he brought were all in German, but he wasn't worried - after all, German was also the language of Austria, and of course Her Royal Highness could understand it.

Antanya took the draft of the novel, chuckled, and switched directly to German: "Young Werther's troubles?"

Goethe was taken aback.

Seeing the expressions of the maids around him looking at each other, he suddenly felt a mischievous joy.

"Oh, yes. It's a novel about a boy named Werther who falls in love with a girl who has a fiancé..."

very good.The love that is not tolerated by the world has enough contradictions and conflicts to attract attention.

Antanya thought.

"The couple suffered many setbacks in this era, and they couldn't be together in the end."

Very good, can cheat a lot of tears, especially in the ending - this is the degree of discussion.

Of course, the most important thing is - "How much do you have to write?"

"Oh, it's the last twist. Actually, I've already thought about the plot..." The young man scratched his head embarrassingly, "It's just that I've been busy traveling recently, so I haven't had time to write yet."

"Very good." Antanya smiled, "Mr. Goethe, it's like this, I have a friend..."

Until Goethe left the Palace of Versailles and the carriage passed through the verdant lawns and rivers of the Versailles Gardens, everything still seemed so unreal.

——His first novel, before he even finished writing it, was sold and published!

Moreover, it was Her Royal Highness the Princess of France who personally connected the friend, and asked him kindly if he would like them to find another translator to translate, or he would translate it himself-of course Goethe would prefer to translate it himself.

In this way, he can get an extra manuscript fee, and the quality of the translation can be guaranteed. He still has the autonomy over his own work that translators do not have, and he can just adjust what he wants to adjust.

The only thing that confuses him is that he learned that the novel will be presented to readers in a "serial" form.

Well, this is quite a favorable condition for him, after all, it means that he can start to receive royalties before he has produced the entire work.

He was just a little worried, would anyone really read such a novel?

The author says:

Ah, I want to sell publications (dementia).