Stop Hypnotizing Me, Antagonist Princess!

Chapter 64 Such a trivial matter, why bother my prince?

Duke Tierus chose to just touch upon that topic.

He did not linger on the aspect of that member of parliament, but rather surveyed all those present.

At this moment, the atmosphere seemed to have shifted again, compared to the previously tense ambience.

After initially being hard-pressed, Duke Tierus had restrained his own authority, wondering what exactly was on his mind.

The topic of “Who has the right to divide the cake” had evolved into “How to fairly divide the cake.”

The original accountability aimed at Moselle and the others suddenly transformed into a discussion about the Empire’s political system.

The clever ones among the audience caught the implications and breathed a sigh of relief.

It looked like the Duke still had some apprehensions about the Heavenly Principle Church and the great nobles of the Imperial Capital.

At the very least, he wasn’t willing to completely burn bridges.

Thus, he redirected the topic of conversation.

With this in mind, some in the crowd boldly suggested, “Perhaps, one could improve the treatment of the person dividing the cake, allowing him to cut a large piece for himself first. Once his greed is satisfied, he will surely become much fairer.”

Duke Tierus shook his head, “Do you think human greed has limits?”

“Once a large slice is divided, they will inevitably covet the second, and in the end, even if they can’t finish it, they will want to take the cake home. That is human nature.”

The speaker, upon hearing this, hung their head in shame.

Several guests were discouraged in succession, and the people present lost the will to continue the discussion.

However, on reflection, it seemed that what Duke Tierus had said made some sense.

At the same time, a question slowly took root in many people’s hearts.

Exactly how could distribution be carried out most fairly?

Clearly, no one was naive enough to think that they were merely discussing cake.

Of course, all those present were influential figures and beneficiaries themselves; the distribution they discussed was limited to their own stratum.

For a moment, the whole room fell into silence.

Seeing that no one spoke, Duke Tierus suddenly revealed a meaningful smile, “Regarding the topic I just presented, does anyone have a better answer?”

“Don’t feel too pressured, think of it as a small digression over tea and dinner.”

“Additionally, if someone’s answer satisfies me, then I will reserve the last half-hour I had planned to spend in my study tonight for him, to hear his ideas and thoughts.”

A single stone stirred up a thousand ripples!

Realizing the implication of his words, everyone showed a hint of astonishment.

Clearly, Duke Tierus was extending an olive branch.

Unlike the cornering he earlier did, he was looking to support promising talents!

If someone truly caught the Duke’s eye, even if they couldn’t gain a foothold in Orn City, it was akin to securing eligibility to enter the social circles of the Imperial Capital!

Compared to this remote corner, it was indeed a heavenly leap!

Immediately, everyone had different thoughts.

Yet recalling how the few prior responses had not satisfied him, hesitation crept in.

After all, the problem of distribution had always been a perennial headache for any country; how could it be solved so easily?

Just as the gathered guests were deep in thought, the Moselle bishop, who had been quiet for a long time, suddenly spoke up.

“My Lord Duke, if we were to discuss such a matter in public, I believe that there might be an august presence whose opinion we cannot ignore.”

Looking at Duke Tierus, he seemed to have regained his composure.

August presence?

When this statement spread throughout the banquet hall, everyone fell into bewilderment.

Who could be considered more august than Bai Leier Tierus at the scene?

Sensing the uncertainty of the crowd, he did not keep them in suspense but raised his head and looked towards a corner that nobody was paying attention to.

Following his gaze, everyone saw the tall figure standing beside Lady Tierus.

She was dressed in a red gown, wearing a butterfly mask, and looked incredibly aloof.

Not only that, at the sight of her, everyone felt a subtle sense of disgust and anxiety.

Who was she?

The crowd was utterly perplexed.

Seeing this, Moselle raised his voice, “Respected Ivyst, might I ask for your esteemed opinion on the Duke’s recent topic?”

Ivyst?!

Why was she at this banquet?!

Could it be that the Royal Family was also getting involved with the border tax issue?!