I rely on the system to support my eighteen brothers and sisters

The one playing the piano was Gu Qingrou, the daughter of the Minister of Revenue. When she heard the sneer, she almost lost her dignity. She turned around, saluted Qiao Linxi, and asked, "Princess Huaian, what can I do for you?"

"what?"

Qiao Linxi really didn't expect it to be such a coincidence that the music stopped when she laughed.

"No, no, I think you play very well."

But Gu Qingrou didn't seem to want to let it go so easily, and continued to speak to Qiao Linxi: "The princess is favored by the emperor, so she must have extraordinary talents. I wonder if I have the honor to appreciate the princess's talents."

As soon as these words came out, some faint voices in the hall reached Qiao Linxi's ears, saying that although she was a princess, she grew up in a remote area and was not sure what talents she could have.

"I think Princess Huai'an should be able to grow vegetables. She might as well be called the Vegetable-Growing Princess."

Some young ladies from aristocratic families who looked down on Qiao Linxi finished talking and chuckled with their hands covering their mouths.

"I don't know anything. I don't have any talent. You guys continue."

As a person from a civilized world, Qiao Linxi knows nothing about music, chess, calligraphy, or painting. If you ask her to show her talents, she can't just cook a dish or sing a song from her world, right?

"Princess Huai'an, why should you be so modest? You are the princess. No matter how well you perform or not, who dares to say no?"

Gu Qingrou was just trying to force the issue. What right did a country bumpkin have to laugh at her? She just wanted to make Qiao Linxi look bad.

"I really don't know." Qiao Linxi waved her hands quickly: "I grew up in the countryside. My parents worked in the fields, facing the loess plateau. They didn't have the time to teach me these things."

"But..." Qiao Linxi smiled innocently, "I do know how to grow vegetables so that they are green and juicy, and I also know how to sow rice to increase its yield. What I know is not worthy of being presented in a formal forum. You can't ask me to show you how to grow vegetables here, right?"

Isn't she a country bumpkin from the countryside? Then she should just admit it openly.

After Qiao Linxi finished speaking, some young ladies and gentlemen from aristocratic families laughed. Even the emperor who was sitting in the first seat laughed.

This made Gu Qingrou seem aggressive.

"It's indeed something not presentable." Gu Qingrou chuckled and returned to her seat.

"I think Princess Huai'an is a person of great ability."

The speaker was the Minister of War, who was over fifty years old. However, as he was in charge of the military power of the entire Dai Viet Kingdom, his spirit remained undiminished even though his hair was gray.

"A few days ago, I heard Lord Gu mention that the tax grain collected in Baiyun City this year is 30% more than before the drought. It seems that the planting method used by Lord Qin in Baiyun City is feasible and can be promoted throughout the country. If the tax grain collected in the whole country is 30% more, how many soldiers can be supported?"

After the Minister of War finished speaking, he looked at Qiao Linxi who looked like a fool and said, "This is all the idea that the princess came up with. Your Majesty, the princess has done a great thing for the Great Yue Kingdom."

The emperor did not specify the reason why Qiao Linxi was conferred the title of princess in the imperial edict, and few people knew the inside story, including the empress dowager, who only thought that the emperor conferred the title of princess because of his old relationship with Qiao Linxi's father, Qiao Zijin.

"That's natural..."

The emperor's eyes were shining when he looked at Qiao Linxi. He completely regarded Qiao Linxi as a golden thigh.

Although he was the emperor of Dai Viet, he was also a mortal. Nothing could make him happier than having a pocket full of money.

He was thinking in his mind what reward he should give to Qiao Linxi. She certainly had no shortage of gold, silver, and jewelry, but she didn't seem to like brocade and silk.

It's a bit worrying.

"The style of the Great Viet Kingdom is truly...admirable."

A graceful woman slowly walked in from outside the hall, followed by several guards carrying things.

"The East Vietnamese envoy Yue Qingrong wishes to greet the Emperor of Great Vietnam."

This person is Yue Qingrong, the granddaughter of the Dongyue High Priest.

Yue Qing placed her palms on her forehead and bent down gently. This is the etiquette of Dong Yue.

[Host, this is your cousin! ]

Qiao Linxi: ...

The emperor looked at the young woman below and frowned.

"Your Majesty, is your Great Yue Kingdom so tolerant? A thief who kills and burns people can actually get the honorary title of a princess. This makes me, the East Yue Kingdom, really admire it."

Both Dong Yue and Dai Yue were great countries, but the priest clan of Dong Yue was rampant and often used some unorthodox techniques that made it difficult for people to guard against them. Other countries were also somewhat wary of Dong Yue.

Including the emperor of Dai Viet.

When these two countries go to war, they are not afraid of the other side having more soldiers and generals, but they are afraid of the other side's evil nature. How can an ordinary person fight against those who use those crooked and evil skills?

"What do you mean, Miss Yue?"

Sitting in her seat, Qiao Linxi squinted her eyes and looked at Yue Qingrong. She was sure that this person was here to cause trouble.

"Ah!"

Yue Qingrong raised her hand, and the guards behind her lifted the white cloth covering the things they were carrying.

"boom!"

Everyone in the hall was shocked. What the guards were carrying was actually a charred corpse! !

Qiao Linxi was also shocked. Yue Qingrong was too arrogant. She actually carried the corpse into the palace and even brought it to the banquet.

What is her confidence?

"Oh my god, it's a dead person."

"How dare Yue Qingrong?"

When the Minister of War saw this, he slammed the table and stood up, pointing at Yue Qingrong and scolding her: "How dare you! A mere envoy from Dongyue actually carried a corpse into the hall. What are you thinking?"

The Minister of War, who had fought his way out of a sea of ​​blood and corpses, now exuded the pressure of a ferocious tiger, overwhelming Yue Qingrong.

Qiao Linxi, who was quite far away, felt as if he was facing an army of thousands and had difficulty breathing.

Yue Qingrong simply raised her hand and tucked the non-existent hair behind her ears, instantly breaking the suffocating pressure.

Yue Qingrong did not answer the Minister of War, but looked directly at the emperor above and asked softly, "Our envoy came from Dongyue, but was killed in the inn in the capital of your Great Yue Kingdom. The criminals also set fire to it in an attempt to destroy the body. I would like to ask the emperor of Great Yue, what is your intention?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the emperor felt as if countless threads were piercing his heart, and dense pain swept through his whole body.

He said that the people of Dongyue were very evil.

The emperor remained calm. He glanced at the body that was burned beyond recognition and asked, "When did this happen? Why didn't I hear any reports?"

Yue Qingrong was somewhat suspicious at the calm tone. Could it be that her Heart-Eating Technique was useless to the Emperor of Great Viet? Otherwise, why would he not react at all?

"What? Is the Emperor of Dai Viet questioning me?"

Yue Qingrong's smile became brighter and brighter, but the emperor felt more and more pain. His hands under the table tightly grasped his thighs, and his fingertips had torn the dragon robe with so much force.

The damn Dong Yue actually dared to murder the Emperor of Dai Viet.