I, the princess of the dynasty, have hundreds of millions of talents, so what?

*

The next morning, Jiang's father, who drove a truck, came back from another place.

Mother Jiang made dumplings and scallion pancakes and invited the family to have breakfast.

In order to heal his spleen and stomach as soon as possible, Jiang Zhiyu only picked up a white flour bun and enjoyed it elegantly with yam millet porridge.

"Ayu, why are you eating white steamed buns? Come, eat pie! Your mother put a pound of meat in it!" Father Jiang did not mention the debt. Instead, he pushed the plate of pie towards Jiang Zhiyu.

"Thank you." Jiang Zhiyu did not pick up the pie, but just nodded slightly.

Seeing her like this, Father Jiang seemed to have misunderstood something and put down his chopsticks with a heavy face.

Jiang Mu seemed to have something stuck in her throat, and the chopsticks holding the dumplings stopped in mid-air.

"Ayu, your mother has told me that you don't need to worry too much about the debt. Just eat what you need. At worst, we can sell the car and the house and go out to work. It won't affect your college education anyway!"

Father Jiang smiled indifferently: "Just don't dare to borrow usury again in the future! If you like that idol, you can support him spiritually!"

Jiang Zhiyu was slightly stunned. Was Jiang's father planning to sell the ancestral home and the truck he used for work to pay off her debts?

"Ayu? Ayu?" Perhaps seeing that Jiang Zhiyu didn't react, Jiang's mother called her twice with red eyes.

"Those people have agreed to give me a three-month grace period. Don't worry. I will find a way to pay you back." Jiang Zhiyu came back to his senses, drank the last mouthful of millet porridge in the bowl carefully, and said indifferently.

"Hey, what can you do? Those people take the money, but they don't care about their lives!" Father Jiang sighed deeply and put down his chopsticks in disapproval. "Be obedient and don't worry about it. Mom and Dad have some savings over the years. After selling the RV, we can borrow some money from relatives and we can almost pay it back."

"Yes," Jiang's mother nodded with tears in her eyes, "It's hard for you. You can only use the government's student loan to pay for college tuition."

Jiang Zhiyu narrowed her eyes slightly. She didn't understand why the original owner was so naive as to be deceived into borrowing high-interest loans, but now she understood a little.

Borrowing high-interest loans was the original owner's mistake, and now it has almost bankrupted the Jiang family, but Jiang's father and mother still have no intention of blaming them at all.

Sometimes, protecting children too well can be a misfortune.

Jiang Zhiyu's father, Emperor Yanxi of the Great Xia Dynasty, understood very well the principle that spoiling a child is like killing him.

As the only daughter of Emperor Yanxi, Jiang Zhiyu began to study with different famous teachers at the age of three.

Swords, spears, horsemanship and archery, classics, history, and literature; music, chess, calligraphy and painting, poetry, wine, flowers and tea.

Even social interaction and etiquette were taught by special maids.

If she occasionally fails to concentrate, Emperor Yanxi will never reduce the punishment just because she is a girl.

……

Jiang Zhiyu narrowed her eyes slightly and retracted her wandering thoughts, only to see that Father and Mother Jiang were looking at her cautiously, with a hint of eager expectation in their eyes.

Jiang Zhiyu knew that the strong love in the eyes of the Jiang couple belonged to the original owner.

Unfortunately, they don’t know that the original owner is no longer around.

In the days to come, it will be up to her, a soul from thousands of years ago, to repay them for their kindness in raising her.

"I signed up for 'Top Stream' and will go to City A for a two-month closed training next week." Jiang Zhiyu took out his phone, clicked on the promotional poster of 'Top Stream', and handed it to his father and mother. "If I can make my debut successfully, then paying off the debt will be just around the corner."

"Wow, this, is this the 'Top Stream' that was all the rage last year? Ayu, have you signed up successfully?" Father Jiang picked up his phone and looked at it carefully for a long time, then asked in disbelief.

Father Jiang has also heard of "The Top Stream"?

Jiang Zhiyu was a little surprised. It seemed that the popularity of this program was much higher than she had imagined.

"Hey, Ayu, you... you didn't sign up for this program just for that idol called Jiao, did you?" Jiang's mother was a little anxious. "You didn't learn singing or dancing since you were a child, and the entertainment industry is a big melting pot. How can you endure all that hardship?"

"I don't have any thoughts about Jiao Yichi now. I participated in the show just to make money." Jiang Zhiyu coughed lightly, "As for singing and dancing, I learned a little from others on the computer. Even if we can't form a group in the end, I can take some commercial performances or small advertisements, and my family will be better off."

"Ayu, have you, have you thought it through?" Father Jiang calmed down at this moment. He knew that this was not an easy road. Especially when he heard Jiang Zhiyu say that he wanted to subsidize the family income, the corners of his eyes turned slightly red.

"Yeah." Jiang Zhiyu nodded slightly. Not only had he thought about it, he had even started doing homework for it.

"In that case, I'll take a job in City A in a couple of days and I'll take you there." Father Jiang seemed to be hesitant to speak, "But your mother is right, the entertainment industry is a big melting pot. There is no fairness in these competitions. Even if you lose in the end, it doesn't mean you are not excellent. Do you understand?"

The reason why he heard about "Top Stream" was because when he was working outside last year, a co-worker asked him to help vote for one of the contestants.

If you make ten dollars per ticket, you can bet seven times a week, which is seventy dollars.

If Jiang Zhiyu needs to vote, where will he get so much money to hire someone to help him?

If she fails to advance because of this, will she be disappointed?

"What are you talking about?" Although Jiang's mother was somewhat conflicted, she could not bear to hear anyone say anything bad about Jiang Zhiyu. "Our daughter is so pretty, she will definitely be able to successfully advance in the end! Can't you expect something good?"

"Great, great! Our A Yu can not only advance, but also get first place!" Since they have already decided to participate in the competition, Father Jiang no longer said unlucky words and smiled along with Mother Jiang's wishes.

He looked at Jiang Zhiyu again, and then he realized that his daughter seemed to have grown up since she was discharged from the hospital, and was no less beautiful than the stars on TV.

Hearing this, Jiang Zhiyu smiled slightly.

Isn't her goal to get first place?

*

After breakfast, Jiang Zhiyu returned to the room.

After watching two episodes of last season's "Top Stream", her draft book was filled with densely packed notes.

Jiang Zhiyu even recorded in detail how many times each person appeared in front of the camera.

Ding!

Suddenly, the phone on the table vibrated.

Judging from the time, it should be Gu Ye’s transfer that has arrived.

Jiang Zhiyu curled his lips slightly. It seemed that Gu Ye was quite punctual in paying back the money.

However, when she opened her phone to check the text message, her brows furrowed again.