Seeing Evelyn slightly swayed, the woman quickly added: "The members of the Academy of Sciences almost annually plead poverty at the Central Council, requesting increased funding, but in the end, the actual output is meager. Your Highness, you shouldn't believe them easily."
"Is that so?" Evelyn was somewhat skeptical. She had indeed heard of researchers embezzling funds under false pretexts, yet she also thought it would be a pity if scientists genuinely eager to explore new technologies lacked funding.
Over the subsequent period, Evelyn received numerous intelligence reports from those around her. Faced with a complex situation, she had many concerns and processed them rather slowly. By the time she sorted everything out, time had passed significantly, and the banquet was nearing its end.
"I probably need to rest for a while." At this moment, Evelyn changed into a more comfortable beige dress.
"Yes, Your Highness."
