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"Dear, come and try this, it's a Vienna vanilla crisp cake." Queen Mary fed the cake to her son and then asked, "You just returned from Austria a month ago, why are you going back again?"
The unique flavor of vanilla suddenly filled Joseph's mouth, but it wasn't as sweetly cloying as the cakes he used to eat at his mother's.
"Ah, this tastes rather nice, your pastry chef has made great progress."
Joseph offered a casual compliment, then got down to business.
"My uncle is preparing a large-scale campaign in Silesia. You know, I have to go to show my support."
"I really hope the war will end soon." Queen Mary shook her head and, suddenly recalling something, looked at her son, "You aren't planning to go to the battlefield again, are you?"
"Er... I will be far from the front lines, rest assured, there will definitely be no danger."
Queen Mary took his hand, speaking earnestly.
