but my motivation didnt last a single day.
Thats because there were all kinds of headlines that started talking about in an expressive manner.
And in a negative way too.
The Crown Princes Fiancee Snatches Away Veterans morial Service!
The Fiancees Unreasonable Behavior An Imperial Official Who Has Requested Anonymity, Expresses Displeasure at the Partiality Shown.
The Crown Princes Fiancee Commoner and Maid, Has Neither Experience nor Knowledge to Hold Large-Scale morial Service.
I closed my eyes the more I read, eventually closing the newspaper I was reading.
No, Im not to bla!
I didnt want to hold the morial service in the first place!
Obviously, at first, I decided to do everything I could but
How does one remain optimistic when all they receive from the start is negativity!
Furious, I threw the newspaper on the table.
This is just too much!
Of course, those newspapers were gossip papers that mainly dealt in, well, gossip.
But, theres nothing advantageous about having your reputation go up and down in a negative direction.
More importantly, the people who would buy those kinds of papers were the common people.
I pressed a finger on my throbbing temple.
Despite the humiliation that ca from those articles posted by gossip papers, a real effort to sohow undercut my standing with the common citizenry was revealed.
Given the fact that the biggest supporters Damian had were the common people.
it must have been the Emperors doing.
I held back my anger, just glaring at the newspapers stacked on the table.
I an hes only diligent about things like this, when it cos to his subjects, he has no interest in them or governing state affairs.
Its because of things like that, the future of the Winsor empire under him looks bleak.
But then.
Lize, are you okay?
Damian asked in a worried voice.
Oh, right.
I was with Damian.
I was so irritated, I forgot that.
I smiled and nodded hastily.
Yes, Im fine.
Still
I said I was fine, right? Im much more concerned about his Highnesss deanor.
yes, I see.
Damian loosened his expression a tad.
I buried myself on the sofa, before gesturing to the newspapers stacked on the table.
I couldnt handle those articles all at once.
Damian nodded his head, understanding .
Its wiser to focus on the problem at hand.
If its the problem at hand then
The budget for the morial service was set way too small.
The mont I saw the budget fixed for this morial service, I realized how despicable the Emperor was.
How can he be so stingy when it cos to setting a proper budget for the morial service but no expenses are spared when it cos to the cost of driving the peoples opinion?
Ugh, that cheapskate! Give the money I need for this!
After clenching my teeth, I sighed deeply.
The first thing that cos to mind is to plant grass all over the frozen ground. I personally want it all covered with grass, even if the public at large isnt concerned about it.
Its all ant for the bereaved families of the veterans.
How miserable would it be to see the morial monunt, all by itself on a patch of frozen ground?
I also think thats our most urgent priority. But where do we find grass in the middle of winter? Damian questioned.
Thats what Im saying.
I nodded heavily as I racked my brain.
First, theres no way grass can grow in this cold weather.
Second, even if we were able to get grass from the warr southern territories, it would cost us a fortune, more than we could ever afford right now.
Third, with our budget set by the Emperor, I doubted whether the morial service could be held when the budget was set to be as tight as possible.
The bottom line is that no matter how much you rack your head over this, there is no solution.
Oh, what do you want to do?!
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