Miss Wang Weina, even your cousin won't do!

"There can't be two suns in the sky. Victoria only has one princess, and that is my sister. Where is she now?"

To the outside world, Wayne always referred to himself as "the King." After all, only he, Ernest, Vina, and a few other trusted ministers knew about the grand scheme of deceiving everyone. In the eyes of everyone else, Wayne was undoubtedly the next King of Victoria, and it was only a matter of time before he ascended the throne.

Since the act was going to be a full performance, Wayne didn't mind taking this opportunity to enjoy what true "royal treatment" was like. This was something his unfortunate predecessor had earned with two lives. Now that he had taken over the mountain, he naturally had to help him fulfill his vow, and Wayne would enjoy this blessing for him.

Hearing the coldness in Wayne's words, the maid dared not conceal anything any longer and quickly bowed, saying:

"Her Highness the Princess is meeting with a commoner in the reception room!"

"Meeting with ordinary people?"

Wayne was taken aback.

"Female, Felin tribe."

Wayne realized that the Felin tribe, the female commoners that Vina knew, were most likely Indra and her group.

That's fine. Vina has her own friends, and Wayne isn't a perverted sister-complex, so there's nothing he can't stand. Does it matter if someone is a commoner or not?

Wayne was born under the red flag and grew up among the people. So what if he's a commoner? Emperors and local tyrants were all crushed by these commoners. So what if Vina meets Indra? Long live the people!

The maid is so nervous, probably because she's afraid that Vina will blame her if she finds out.

Wayne smiled and shook his head.

Not to mention Vina wanting to see Indra, he himself wanted to see him too.

After all, she was the woman he was forced to marry through recruitment tickets because he, a lucky guy, couldn't get her through the lottery.

Seemingly afraid of upsetting Wayne, the maid thought for a moment and then quickly added:

"Your Highness need not worry, Marquis Enrique has already set off."

Wayne raised an eyebrow.

Marquis Henry, full name Henry York, was an uncle.

Simply put, he's an idiot.

However, the House of York behind him was very influential, one of the three great Victorian houses, on par with Ernest's House of Norfolk. During the Wars of the Roses, they also sided with their father, thus remaining at the center of power. But in recent years, due to Henry's rigid and stubborn personality and mediocre abilities, he has shown signs of decline compared to the thriving House of Norfolk.

Most importantly, this Marquis Enrique was not on Wayne's list of confidants.

He had no idea about Vina's future identity, nor about Wayne's schemes, and thought Vina was an "unpopular remnant of the previous dynasty."

His going to find Vina now won't lead to anything good.

Wayne nodded, showing no sign of anything amiss, waved to dismiss the maids, and walked alone toward the reception room.

Perfect timing, we need to select a few cronies to sacrifice at the coronation ceremony.

If Enrique is foolish enough to provoke Vina, given the evidence he currently possesses, he doesn't recommend hastily adding York's name to the coronation sacrifice list.

Chapter Eleven: You're very talented, send you to Colombia to dig potatoes!

Stiffness—that's how Indra, after racking his brains, described the atmosphere in the reception room.

Marquis Enri sat upright in the chair in the reception room, his sharp gaze fixed undisguisedly on the "fallen princess" before him. Vina, not to be outdone, though her feigned composure was somewhat immature, did her best to project royal authority, looking down at Enri with disdain.

After a long pause, the nobleman sighed softly and said:

"I will not pursue this matter this time. Please let this commoner leave. Before allowing such a person into the palace next time, please consult me, the parliament, or Prince Wayne."

He was talking about Indra, but Indra never appeared in his eyes. It was as if merely glancing at what he considered a commoner would taint his eyes.

Although the words were full of self-serving terms like "please," the tone of voice carried no hint of request; rather, it was more of an order.

Vina's cheek twitched, suppressing her anger, and she asked:

"What if I apply to let my friend into the palace?"

"Without a doubt, I will reject it."

The answer was as expected.

Vina's eyes turned cold:

“She, Indra, is my friend, regardless of whether she is a commoner or not. As royalty, it is my right to invite a friend into the palace; why should I report to you?”

Enrique smiled slightly and calmly replied:

"Inviting friends into the palace is naturally your right, Your Highness, but you have just returned to your ancestral land, and as the royal family's etiquette teacher, I have an obligation to correct your manners."

He glanced around the magnificent reception hall, but abruptly withdrew his gaze just before it landed on Indra.

"For example, according to the late king's decree, the reception hall is a sacred place for meeting dignitaries from various countries. May I ask your friend, which country's nobleman or wealthy person is he?"

The "former king" Henry referred to was not Vina's father, but her uncle who usurped the throne after the Wars of the Roses. His words were, in effect, a subtle reminder to Vina to be mindful of her current position.

He was a loyalist, a key figure in the Wars of the Roses who spearheaded the alliance with the King of the North, even before Ernest, making him a true traitor. Among the major noble families, he was arguably the most ruthless in betraying the late emperor. If Vina gained power, he would undoubtedly be among the first to be targeted and executed.

Therefore, after Wayne brought Vina back from her wanderings, Enrique stayed up all night, analyzing in detail the reasons for Wayne's actions based on Wayne's personality, the benefits Wayne would gain after Vina's return, and a series of other factors.

Ultimately, only one conclusion can be drawn.

He's probably really stupid.

No matter how you look at it, it would be more useful for Vina to die outside than to return to the palace. Creating a claimant to the throne out of thin air, someone with superior legitimacy, is something only a fool would do. Fortunately, Wayne was indeed a fool, so Enrique wasn't too surprised.

However, Wien's lack of a sense of crisis does not mean that Enrique is without one. To avoid any possible accidents, he must prepare well in advance.

The best way, of course, would be to find an opportunity to kill Vina without anyone noticing. But that would easily leave clues, and once the matter is exposed, no matter how high his position or how much power he wields, in Victoria, murdering a member of the royal family is a capital offense.

He doesn't dare to take that risk, nor is it necessary for him to take it.

In his eyes, Vina was just a naive young girl who acted on impulse and had never received any systematic education in aristocratic law, strategy, or morality. How could she possibly defeat him, who had been devoted to the aristocracy since birth?

If we put a little pressure on her, make her realize her place, adjust her attitude, and be content to be a decorative figurehead, it's not impossible to keep her.

The plan was set, but Enrique himself did not expect that Vina would bring him this opportunity so quickly.

With a smug smile, Enrique looked at Vina, who was clearly speechless, and couldn't be happier.

As long as Vina is suppressed and Wayne takes over, he can easily suppress the politically ignorant Ernest back into his ranks of soldiers. He will then be the uncrowned king of Victoria!

The York family will be revitalized in his hands!

Vina curled her lip in disgust.

The way that old man was laughing disgusted her.

If it weren't for the fact that this was the palace's reception room and there were so many maids and guards present, she would have loved to pull out her big-handled hammer and perform a backflip on Indra. Needless to say, with that old man's back hollowed out by wine and women, one blow would have been fatal!

Unfortunately, it can't be smashed.

He'll be ascending the throne in a few days, so he needs to be mindful of his image.

In broad daylight, under the clear sky, and with the watchful eyes of the twenty-fourth Emperor Victoria, how could we arbitrarily resort to force?

Let's find a secluded spot another day, put a sack over our heads, and then fight again.

"Who appointed you as my etiquette teacher?"

After exchanging a glance with Indra, conveying her thoughts through the mysterious exchange of glances between women, Vina turned her head, feeling much better, and patiently asked.

"That is naturally His Highness Vayne!"

Enrique replied instantly.

He is a member of the uncle's faction, in other words, a member of the Wayne faction. Wayne is now the head of the royal palace and the highest-ranking person, so Enrique would naturally mention his name.

As for whether Wayne actually made that appointment.

Does it matter?

Even if they didn't, Wayne wouldn't expose him, since they're "one of us," right?

Enrique reported it without any psychological pressure, and even added a great adjective to flatter him. After the news spread through the chatter of the guards and maids, he could also improve his image in front of Vayne.

You call this being a simp? That shows you're not sophisticated enough.

This is called the art of communication.

Even when you lick, you should do it smoothly and with dignity.

"Is there anything else you want to ask?"

Enrique, confident of victory, raised his chin and said with self-assurance.

"Yes. I don't recall appointing you to do such a thing."

Wayne raised an eyebrow, sat down next to Vina with interest, and put his arm around his sister's shoulder.

"His Highness Wayne's decisions are unpredictable; how could he possibly let you know everything...?"

Enrique subconsciously continued licking, but halfway through his sentence, his voice gurgled like a Safra person with a fishbone stuck in their throat.

"Your Highness..."

"I heard someone was bullying my sister here, so I came to see who was so bold as to shit on the head of royalty. I never expected it to be my dearest Marquis Henry."

Enrique was stunned, broke out in a cold sweat, and immediately came downstairs.

He was such a smart man; how could he not realize that Wayne was clearly there to stand up for Vina? He quickly waved his hand.

"No, no, no, I wouldn't dare."

"Afraid of being humiliated?"

"I'm afraid to poop... Ugh!"

Enrique blushed, picked up a teapot, stood up, bowed, and said:

“Your Highness, you are mistaken. I was just teaching Princess Vina etiquette. She brought this commoner named Indra into the palace reception room, which is unseemly.”

Enrique blinked and frantically tried to signal, but Wayne didn't react at all.

“Who said that?” Wayne retorted.

"You... Dad?" With no other option, Enrique had to resort to his ultimate weapon: in the name of his father.

“He’s dead.” Wayne pursed his lips and pointed to his face. “I’m in charge now.”

Enrique was stunned.

No, you're a prince!