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The highly respected Duke of Mushi in the Assembly of Notables finally spoke up, "Duke of Orleans, you have said so much, do you have any plans?"
Seeing that everyone was looking at him with eager anticipation, the Duke of Orleans clenched his fist resolutely and said, "We must put so pressure on the Royal Family to make His Majesty understand that he must respect the traditional system and must respect the nobles!"
He lowered his voice, "There’s a good opportunity right now to teach the Royal Family a lesson. I hope you all can unite, to fight for our own rights!
"You know, since the onset of winter, there has been a severe food shortage across the country, we can just do this, and then do that..."
When he finished speaking, the people in the reception room looked at each other in consternation. A nobleman, sowhat hesitant, said, "Is this feasible? I an, with the tax legislation that ti, we..."
"Rest assured," the Duke of Orleans said, "there are other forces who will cooperate with us this ti, and you’ll see it very soon. Moreover, you don’t need to invest anything, just return to your estates. Even if it doesn’t work out in the end, there will be no losses."
The Duke of Durelph was the first to stand up, paying his respects to the Duke of Orleans: "I will firmly stand by your side."
Then a few more people expressed their agreent until the Duke of Mushi slowly nodded his head, "To uphold our tradition and honor, it is necessary."
The other great nobles imdiately responded in tandem, "Yes! For tradition and honor."
"We must make the Royal Family understand so things!"
"Duke of Orleans, I will follow your lead..."
The reception room was instantly united in resolve.
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At the Petit Trianon Palace, Queen Mary handed a denunciation letter to Chief Minister Brian with a furious face, "Look at this, Marquis de Saint-Veran is eroding the foundations of the nation!"
Startled, Brian opened the letter to see that it was an accusation of Marquis de Saint-Veran embezzling money by overinflating the number of soldiers on record, and the soldiers, due to poor provisions, could hardly maintain normal training, along with him purchasing old weapons and passing them off as new, skimming a huge difference from the top.
The signature at the end was that of Garon Guiscard de Revell, the Paris Municipal Commissioner.
Brian hesitantly said, "Your Majesty, there might be so misunderstanding here, should we send soone to investigate further?"
"I was wondering why his actions were so slow when he sent troops to North Africa; it turns out that his troops are short of both n and proper training!" Queen Mary, eager to find a reason to deal with the Marquis de Saint-Veran, was not willing to let it go, "How can such an incompetent officer command an army of tens of thousands?
"I think he must be severely punished to rember his duties!"
Brian, knowing that Marquis de Saint-Veran ca from a highly influential military family in the south, knew it was not appropriate to act rashly against him and advised in haste, "Your Majesty, after all, this is only one side of the story from Viscount Levebelle..."
He had only got that far when the queen’s maid knocked and entered, handing her a letter sealed with wax, "Your Majesty, just received from Montpellier."
Queen Mary frowned as she broke the seal and glanced at the letter, then a cold smirk ford at the corner of her mouth as she shoved the letter at Brian, "See for yourself."
In a flurry, the latter turned the letter upright, only to find it was an exposé from the Governor of Montpellier revealing a series of corrupt practices by the Marquis de Saint-Veran. It was likely more detailed since Montpellier was stationed by the Saint-Veran Legion.
"This, well, Your Majesty..."
Queen Mary, with a stern face, interrupted him with a wave, "Archbishop Brienne, please draft an order imdiately, reprimanding Marquis de Saint-Veran for embezzlent, disregarding military discipline, and neglecting his duty. Command him to reorganize his legion with the actual number of soldiers, return the embezzled money, and deduct half a year’s annuity from him!"
At that ti, a major part of the funding for France’s old-style military ca directly from the military commanders embezzling the Military Service Tax of their garrisons. The court also gave high-ranking officers a large annuity to help support their troops.
However, the phenonon of ghost soldiers in the French Army was extrely severe, with so units having more than a third of non-existent soldiers on the roster, let alone the annuity, most of the Military Service Tax also went into the pockets of the military nobility. As for the soldiers’ pay, they received it directly from the officers, almost forming a personal dependency on the officers.
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Now that Queen Mary desires to reduce the size of Marquis de Saint-Veran’s legion, the amount allocated to him from the Military Service Tax will be greatly diminished. Together with the penalized pension, it’s practically like cutting into his flesh with a knife.
Brian wanted to advise further, but Queen Mary was infuriated, utterly unmoved. Just past noon, an order signed by Louis XVI had already been dispatched to the province of Montpellier.
The Queen, resolved to go all the way, issued another order directly, scolding the Minister of War, Marquis de Saint Priest, for his severe misjudgnt in personnel appointnts. She demanded that he deeply reflect and personally oversee the enforcent of Marquis de Saint-Veran’s punishnt.
Brian knew well that the military nobility had always been a united front, with embezzlent and corruption being almost an open secret, yet from the King to the civil servants, no one dared to interfere.
Yet with the issuing of these two orders today, the Queen had effectively stirred up a hornet’s nest.
He paced anxiously back and forth in his office, but couldn’t co up with a plan for a good while. In the end, he had no choice but to instruct his servants to prepare a carriage, and he went to the Tuileries Palace to consult the Crown Prince.
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City of Nice.
Two officials responsible for the grain reserves watched the departing caravan of wagons, whispering complaints: "What are those bigwigs at the Palace of Versailles thinking, mobilizing such a huge transport capacity to move grain to Montpellier, and then to bring in grain from Grenoble to replenish us."
"Ha, who knows? As long as we account for the quantities correctly, that’s what matters."
The transport team was operating with docunts signed by the Minister of the Interior himself. Could there be any issue?
"Don’t let there be any delays from Grenoble’s side. Our inventory is down to less than thirty thousand pounds. If they’re even just a few days late, there’ll be no bread for sale in the city."
anwhile, the grain reserves of Grenoble had also dispatched a large quantity of grain, but their destination remained Montpellier. The docunts on their side indicated that grain from Nice was expected to replenish their supply in a few days.
Indeed, over the past half-month, grain stores across the entire southern region of France had received orders from the Departnt of the Interior to undertake large-scale grain reallocation.
However, no one felt anything was amiss, as shortages had been frequent over the past six months, with many ergency grain distributions occurring. Although the quantities moved this ti were substantial, based on past experience, it was expected that other areas would soon replenish the stocks, so there was no need for concern.
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East-Central France.
On the King’s Avenue in the south of Auvergne, Marquis de Saint-Veran sat in his speeding carriage, gazing towards Paris hundreds of miles away, a fierce smile on his face.
"Austrian wench, all the humiliation will be returned to you a hundredfold! I will let you know that without the military, the Royal Family is but a shivering mouse in the cold wind!"
He looked at the letter in his hand for the tenth ti. It was from his nephew, who was also a major general in the Moncalm Legion, reporting that the legion was fully prepared and could be deployed for combat at any mont. Also, it ntioned the erging grain shortages in multiple locations around Montpellier.
Marquis de Saint-Veran, indulging in thoughts of revenge, couldn’t help but recall a secret eting held more than ten days ago at the private hunting ground of the Duke of Orleans.
At that ti, he was still tornted by rage and humiliation, causing his shooting performance to be abysmally poor.
"Damn that Austrian wench! She is utterly humiliating !" he bellowed through clenched teeth after missing a stag.
Marquis de Saint Priest, standing by his side and also Minister of War, had a dark expression on his face: "It’s not just you. She wants to humiliate the entire military."
A sowhat portly officer, upon hearing this, frowned and said, "But why would she want to do that? Offending the military is of no benefit to the Royal Family."
Duke of Orleans moved his horse forward two steps, gazed into the distance at the prey, and declared loudly, "Because she simply doesn’t care about you."
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