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

If you weren't your father, could you really be Queen Victoria with your face?

Isn't it a bit too filial of you to talk about him like that?

Damn it, how come I forgot to activate it? This guy is an idiot, he doesn't know anything about forming cliques and controlling the government!

Alas, I never expected to find this waiting for me. My lifelong reputation has been ruined in an instant.

Wayne nodded seriously: "Indeed, he always praised me for being a brother who was kind and respectful to his elders, and for being filial and loving to the people. You agree, right?"

What could Enrique do? He could only force a smile and say, "Yes, yes, filial son Wayne."

For the sake of power, I endure!

"Don't you know that I have no brothers or sisters anymore, only this little sister? How can I be a brother if I don't treat her well?"

"Yes, yes, we should be good to Her Highness Vina!"

For the sake of wealth, I will endure it!

"So, I'll definitely be the etiquette teacher myself. You're overstepping your bounds and bullying my sister here. What are you going to do about it?"

"I admit my mistake! Your Highness Vina, I'm so sorry!"

For the sake of being an uncrowned king, I'll endure it!

Wayne looked at Enrique with surprise.

Holy crap, something's not right.

Logically, at this point, shouldn't this person be furious, shouting that he, a nobleman, would never tolerate such an insult, and then threatening to convene a parliament?

How can you tolerate this? Is this guy a tortoise?

She's incredibly adaptable and her sycophantic ways have reached a level of perfection. If she hadn't met me, she might have had everything she could want. She's a real talent.

Unfortunately, it ran into me.

Seeing that you are a fine young man, I'll send you to Colombia to dig potatoes.

Wayne nodded, a pleased expression on his face that showed he had taught her a lesson. He pulled Vina closer to him and warned her sternly:

"Only I can bully Vina."

"Don't try to restrict me with those rules of etiquette. Victoria is the Queen's Victoria. As long as I am the Queen, I will be the one to follow the rules."

"I can do whatever I want. You have the right to advise me, not the right to reject my suggestions, understand?"

"Understand."

"Understand....."

Vina answered softly.

She knew that what Wayne had just said, ostensibly to Enrique, was actually a lecture to her.

As a queen, she is the embodiment of rules; how could she be bound by the constraints imposed by her predecessors?

Ironically, she had been trying to break free from this terrible atmosphere and achieve independence, but she never expected that from the very beginning, she had already subconsciously become part of it.

My older brother is really too strong.

Why would someone as strong as him need to pretend to be stupid? ...Hmm! ?

Vina's thoughts were abruptly interrupted by a wet touch on her cheek. She jumped off Wayne, her mouth agape in disbelief.

"I can bully you however I want! Even if it's like this, it's fine, because I am the rule!"

Wayne laughed heartily.

Vina was stunned. Looking at the guards and maids around her, and the shocked yet not too surprised expression on Enrique's old face, the string in her mind snapped. Her face flushed with an extremely charming blush, and she gritted her teeth.

She got it.

She asked why Wayne had to act like a playboy and a fool at the same time!

So that's what she was waiting for!

This guy thinks he can escape legal punishment just like that?

“I’m your sister!” Vina sat down again, gritting her teeth as she cursed in Wayne’s ear.

“The watch!” Wayne chuckled.

"But blood is thicker than water!" Vina pinched Wayne's waist hard and twisted it without any mercy.

"hiss--!"

His facial expressions change extremely quickly, sometimes angry and sometimes ecstatic. He speaks incoherently and is always muttering to himself.

This is madness!

Enrique felt a chill run down his spine.

To restore the glory of the York family.

Should we contact our friend at Rhine Life and ask a doctor to come and take a look at Wayne?

Chapter Twelve Vina: I have a plan!

The magnificent throne room was brightly lit, and rows of nobles stood neatly at both ends of the red carpet leading to the throne. They wore red cloaks and styled their disheveled blonde hair into dignified and elegant noblewomen's robes. Holding red cushions that held the scepter and crown, symbols of Victoria's supreme royal power, they walked step by step toward the esteemed elder appointed by the first Queen Victoria, who stood before the throne. They solemnly bowed their heads, offered the crown, and awaited the heavy iron crown that, along with the heavy responsibility, would fall upon their shoulders.

The old man, whose face was indistinct, stopped what he was doing and held the crown in his hands for a long time without putting it down.

Vina raised her head, meeting his deep eyes, which seemed to be questioning her:

"why are you?"

"Well!"

She sat up abruptly in bed. The dim yellow light from the nightlight illuminated half of Vina's face, but also exposed her embarrassed expression as she bit her lip in the quiet darkness.

Like a child who had broken her father's vase and fearfully awaited the punishment the next day, Vina found herself increasingly sleepless on the eve of her coronation.

She thought she was all right, but feeling her heart pounding faster than the land vehicle's motor, Vina gave a self-deprecating laugh.

Alright? Alright my ass.

Those who achieve great things remain calm even when Mount Tai collapses before them. Vina wanted to be such a person, but at this moment, she also wanted to know whether those so-called great figures who remained calm even when Mount Tai collapsed before them were truly so composed, or were they simply terrified.

The pristine white velvet blanket was ripped into wrinkles by her gripping. As Vina reflected on her experiences over the past few days, it all seemed like a fleeting dream.

Just a few days ago, she was fighting tooth and nail with delinquent girls in the streets and alleys of the slums over the ownership of a shop. She swung her hammer and defeated all the enemies who threatened her territory, showing no mercy to those who refused to surrender. At that moment, the blood of Aslan surged and boiled within her, and endless power and a sense of conquest erupted from her heart. She felt like a true emperor.

But in just a few days, when she had finally shed her commoner's clothes and was about to be crowned empress, she realized that a true emperor was not someone who could simply swing a hammer and defeat his opponents. They needed etiquette, authority, strategy, talent, and at the very least, martial arts skills.

But besides her skills, she had nothing else.

She couldn't even protect her friend from an overbearing marquis. If Wayne hadn't arrived in time, she probably would have had to bite the bullet and force Indra to stay, which would have embarrassed Indra and put her in a passive position. If Wayne hadn't reminded her, she would have put the cart before the horse and let Enrique steal the show. How dare a marquis talk so arrogantly about royalty? And she hadn't immediately kicked him out, but instead placed herself on his level, almost letting him achieve his goal—to give her a hard time and make the future empress lose face in front of the palace guards and maids before her coronation.

She should thank Wayne...

but....

Vina's hand unconsciously touched her cheek, her face flushed, and she flopped back onto the bed with a thud, pulling the blanket up to her nose, revealing only her bright brown eyes, which sparkled with annoyance and shyness.

I should be grateful, but why did he do something like that?

I'm a younger sister, and my cousin is a younger sister too! Although we've never lived together since we were little, blood is thicker than water. With so many people around, how could he dare to do that!

This isn't Kazdel. While it's not illegal here, there's no strange orthopedic tradition here either.

While muttering a scolding under the covers, he clutched his chest, deliberately ignoring the reassuring feeling of security he felt when Wayne appeared, when Wayne put his arm around his shoulder, and now, during his tense insomnia, he thought of Wayne.

They also completely forgot who it was when they first met who repeatedly emphasized that there was no affection between them and that there was no blood relation.

"Ugh....."

With mixed feelings, Vina sighed deeply and looked out at the dazzling starry sky of Lentinium through the gap in the sheer curtains.

Because he was the most powerful person in Victoria, and I was the second most powerful member of the Aslan royal family, no one else could bully me except him.

These are Wayne's exact words.

However, after tomorrow, the title of the most powerful person in Victoria will be transferred from the hands of this so-called "king" to the hands of Vina.

In theory, no one will be able to bully Vina then.

But this also means that once you find yourself in a predicament, no one will have a legitimate excuse to appear behind you and crush those who want to put you in danger, just like today, apologizing again and again, performing a Sichuan opera face-changing act, turning from a righteous and shameless wolf into a sycophantic lapdog.

How to do?

Vina closed her eyes. She didn't want things to be this way. She felt she had to find a way to get Wayne to continue playing "his role." The reason... she felt she wasn't ready yet?

The time was far too short, so I wasn't prepared at all! I didn't know any of the royal etiquette, the methods of handling state affairs, the means of checking and balancing ministers, or the official language of dealing with nobles, so I wasn't ready.

Therefore, during this period, Wayne must continue to fulfill his duties as "the invincible king, the eldest, and my sister the second eldest." He can forget about making a promise yesterday and then becoming a hands-off prince today!

But what is the solution?

Perhaps the drowsiness that came after settling down came too quickly; Vina closed her eyes and soon drifted off to sleep.

My once active mind gradually dulled, and each thought was broken down into words: coronation, Wayne, this king.

And, Kazdel, tradition.

Vina suddenly opened her eyes, fought off her sleepiness, put on the red and white suit that Wayne had given her, pushed open the palace door, and headed towards the Royal Library.

She suddenly remembered that the current rulers of Kazdel were also a brother and sister.

How did they handle it again?

Vina seemed to have come up with a solution.

Chapter Thirteen: I Have a Bad Feeling

Lentinium's core city, Wayne's Mansion.

The moonlight was bright outside the window, and all was quiet except for the bright lights in the living room of the mansion.

Wayne took a small sip of the imported baijiu from Lungmen, feeling the familiar, long-lost spiciness ignite his chest, and exhaled a satisfied breath.

Ernest, standing nearby, also poured himself a glass, but his sipping was not as leisurely as Wayne's. He gulped down the wine in one go, as if the high alcohol content of the liquor did not exist for him at all.

Then he sprayed it out.