"How many people did your fiefdom send out during the imperial expedition?"

"I remember that the Empire provides a certain amount of compensation to the families of fallen soldiers every year. This is directly allocated to local lords and then distributed. If this part is there, it should also alleviate some of the situation."

"This..." Evans lowered his head and was speechless for a moment, and beads of sweat began to appear on his forehead.

"Ask the tax commissioner to submit the tax returns from previous years." Seeing this, Edlun waved his hand and asked the attendants around him to take action.

"Yes, Your Highness." Then, several people walked quickly out of the hall.

"No need, Your Highness. I was just nervous and gave the wrong data. In fact, there are only 100,000 households affected by the disaster in the fiefdom..." He explained quickly and nervously.

"Very good, an honest noble is worthy of praise." Edren said lightly, and the servants who were about to go out to get the tax forms also slowed down.

"I suggest to Her Majesty the Queen that 3 million kilograms of grain be distributed to Earl Evans's territory. It should be escorted by a directly affiliated regiment and distributed to each household, with records kept to ensure fairness."

"Then let's follow His Highness Edren's method." At this point, Lily calmed down a little.

Looking at the two people in the center of the hall, the nobles below were secretly discussing in their hearts.

The situation was somewhat different from what had been expected. His Highness Edren didn't seem to want to attack the Red Queen, but rather to protect her. Could it be that he was truly content with his current position and didn't want to ascend the throne?

For a time, undercurrents surged, and the several great nobles who followed did not dare to test it easily. As a result, today's court meeting passed slowly in peace.