South London, Sussex, Portsmouth, noon.

Patrick Barnaby walked out of the Portsmouth Naval Yard exhausted, although his body was tired, Patrick's heart was full of anger at his cousin Nathaniel Barnaby, who was ten years older than him in the DNC (Chief of Naval Shipbuilding).

Earlier in the Admiralty, Patrick's argument with his cousin was confined to the academic realm, Nathaniel advocated that the battleship should maximize its firepower and limit the defensive armor as much as possible, but Patrick's view was the opposite, Patrick believed that the armor and redundancy of the battleship were the first considerations.

After his cousin married his younger sister to Edward Reed, the conflict between the two expanded from academic to family, with Patrick believing that Nathaniel forced his 21-year-old sister to marry the 38-year-old divorced Edward Reed in order to take over Reed's position as Chief of the Naval Shipbuilding, but Nathaniel believed that his cousin was strongly opposed to him out of ill intentions towards his younger sister.

With the death of Nathaniel's sister last year, these past stories were dug up by tabloid reporters on Fleet Street. When the tabloid reporters on Fleet Street found Patrick, Patrick complained about his cousin out of the accumulation of his anger over the years. Later, under the instigation of the tabloids on Fleet Street, Nathaniel, who was the director of the Navy's shipbuilding bureau, was not to be outdone and fought back in the newspaper.

In the end, Patrick was in a happy mood, but Nathaniel, the chief of the Navy Shipbuilding Bureau, was unlucky, the dark history and bloody family drama of the two DNC bigwigs before and after, after the Fleet Street tabloids carefully concocted and interpreted, there is no sensational headline dare not tell, and there is no bloody content that dare not be written.

Director Nathaniel, who has been the laughing stock of high society in Britain and even in Europe since last year, finally used some petty tactics in anger to kick his younger brother out of the Armstrong shipyard in Newcastle and leave him unemployed at home.

Patrick came to Portsmouth today to apply for the position of designer that had just been announced by the Royal Navy Shipyard, but he ended up receiving a merciless ridicule. In the midst of everyone's ridicule, Patrick finally understood that there was no place for himself in British shipbuilding and even in British society as a whole.

As Patrick walked wearily to Alfred Street, near his temporary residence, Patrick saw a hurried court messenger waiting for him at the door.

Without saying a word, the messenger handed him a briefcase and turned to leave. Patrick opened the briefcase and found that in addition to a letter of invitation from the German Imperial Palace, inviting learned Englishmen to go to Germany as private tutors, there was also a letter from the British royal family and the government, which listed the advantages of Patrick's visit to Germany. In short, the implication is that the country, the government, your cousin, and yourself, you better get out of England quickly and go to Germany honestly!

Charlottenburg Palace Restaurant, noon.

According to the German way of life, lunch is usually a very simple meal, but today's lunch prepared by the Empress is not simple at all.

The first thing that catches Joey's eye is a huge food plate with a large number of boiled or grilled Thuringian sausages; and tomatoes made from cheese and diced ham with black pepper; Tender pork cutlets, grilled ribeye beef and pan-fried potato chips. Two kinds of pork knuckle are placed on a plate next to the plate, roasted pork knuckle with mashed potatoes and boiled pork knuckle with sauerkraut.

Next to a large salmon cream soup is a plate of frankfurter green sauce with hard-boiled eggs, baked potatoes and a staple of baked bread sprinkled with sesame seeds and poppy seeds. Next to the jar of yogurt with fresh fruit is a hot cider.

And finally, a Black Forest cake with whipped cream, black cherries and chocolate chips, Joey's love that the queen has not forgotten.

It's too extravagant... Joey was still thinking that when he had just been taken out of Whitehall by the Empress, the old emperor's lunch in front of him was nothing more than a stew of potatoes, carrots, beans, and sausages, and a few slices of whole-wheat bread. My grandmother is from the Duchy of Saxe-Weimar-Eisenach, the home of Teller's silver coins, and she really needs to be financially motivated to love food.

"Alas, little Joey, why are you wearing such terrible clothes!" Since the queen saw Joey, in addition to being happy from the bottom of her heart, she watched Joey sigh and complain about Joey's dress. Joey looked down at his clothes, still didn't understand why the queen sighed, although he was hugged by the emperor just now and cried, but the Prussian military uniform was still neat and tidy, Joey looked at the queen suspiciously while swallowing roast pork knuckle.

"You're so ugly with blue skin!"

The final words of the queen's grandmother almost didn't make Joey catch his breath.

"The English clothes you wore before, although your mother's dress taste was poor, was still an outdated fashion garment. But what is this what you are wearing today? How can you wear such stupid and ugly Yankee clothes? There are so many fashion styles that I don't learn, but I want to learn the old thing that never talks to me! The old queen not only violently criticized Joey's dressing style, but also angrily reprimanded her husband.

Joey looked at the table full of food, and then at Grandma, who had a short mouth. Joey cautiously asked, "Grandma, how do I dress to suit your taste?" ”

"Little Joey, I heard that your mother has arranged a palace tutor for you?"

"Yes, Grandma."

"Joey, since you are going to be taught by the court, then elegant and noble court etiquette is something that every prince must learn."

"Grandma, my mom taught me..."

"Your mother taught you English nouveau riche manners, and your grandmother taught you French court etiquette. Think about it, after you learn French court etiquette with your grandmother, you will wear proper French court clothes, show yourself gracefully with beautiful court dance steps, and get along with the noble princesses of various countries like a gentleman. Alas, after all, in the whole of Europe now, I am the only one who can master the whole set of French court etiquette completely and proficiently, except for my friend Empress Eugenie. ”

"Grandma, it takes a lot of money to buy costumes and learn to dance. My parents can't afford it, so I'll forget it. Joey made an excuse and tried to turn down the annoying-sounding invitation.

"Since this palace tutor was arranged by my grandmother, I will naturally pay for this money, and I have already prepared your dress." The queen looked at Joey with a smile, not allowing the slightest refusal.

Joey suddenly felt that it was really not a good idea for him to promise his mother to accept the palace tutoring. And Grandma is also from Grimm's fairy tale hometown, and Joey feels more and more like Little Red Riding Hood.