An hour later, Princess Qian Niya sat in a luxurious carriage with a lady official.
This lady official, Daisenni, was the daughter of a Marquis. That was perfectly normal.
Although the Aisk Kingdom was a small coastal nation, after four hundred years, it had accumulated nobles of every rank throughout its court.
Most of these courtly titles were for life and could not be inherited, but there were also quite a few that could be passed down.
These people had no territories to govern. Their only estates, perhaps one or several manors, were their homes. Many inherited lofty titles such as Count or Marquis while still young. Though they could eat their fill all day long, they lacked the financial means to squander money like dirt and live lives of extravagant pleasure.
Their only way out was to secure a position within the king's system... and even that was difficult. Usually, only the children of those with very high titles had such an opportunity.
The woman before her was one of them.
Daisenni asked uneasily, "Your Highness, is it really all right for you to say that?"
She was naturally referring to what the princess had just said.
Princess Qian Niya raised an eyebrow. "What? Was I not speaking the truth?"
"But the Royal House's dignity..."
"How much dignity does the Royal House have? Who does not know? Only newly risen nobles like Romon would not know—or rather, he has not bothered to investigate."
"Among nobles with more than a hundred years of history, who does not know how much substance and face the Royal House possesses? Of course, they are much the same themselves, perhaps even worse than the Royal House. Whose family has no collateral branches or pension system?"
"In those worldly novels and the works of wandering