My older sister is a villainous rich girl

They've even accused them of colluding with rebels. Is it really that dangerous?

Ge Li sighed and sat back down on the edge of the bed.

Do you know why my father opposed continuing the suppression of the rebellion?

She seemed unwilling for Wayne to have the same bad impression of His Excellency Franz as those others.

Wayne thought for a moment and said, "Because of a financial deficit?"

“Exactly.” Ge Li frowned. “The rebellion over there… whether it’s suppressed or not, it’s just as depraved, but the money in the national treasury is getting less and less.”

Franz did not want to suppress the rebels, but rather hoped to wait until the financial situation improved.

The kingdom is so big, there are many places where money is urgently needed.

Previously, the army sent out to quell the rebellion several times, and each battle brought back reports of victory, but the situation on the ground did not improve at all.

In order not to offend that part of the military aristocracy, Franz had always held his tongue and supported them in the past, but this time he couldn't stand it anymore.

We're already struggling to keep up with normal fiscal expenditures; we can't keep pouring all our money into that bottomless pit where we see no results.

Although Minister Franz is indeed somewhat narrow-minded in his daily life, his reasons this time are actually quite valid.

However, those nobles who relied on suppressing rebellions to gain military merit were actually blocked by His Excellency Franz.

After all, who knows when the kingdom's finances will improve, and to what extent?

The king has not yet made a statement, but rumors of impeaching the finance minister are already flying everywhere.

“My father was so angry at home that he smashed several of his beloved ornaments.”

As he listened to Goethe's story, Wayne suddenly remembered Bulwer's experience.

If what he said is true, there is indeed no need to continue sending such a badly disciplined army there.

Otherwise, the more we suppress the rebellion, the more people will join it.

The biggest problem, however, is the issue of military discipline.

Wayne was somewhat worried. In terms of influence in the army, even His Majesty the King might not be as powerful as Duke Elliott... Did he know about those situations, and was he involved?

Because Chris's magical abilities were low and she had never had any ambition, her family's training for her was clearly unrelated to military matters.

My biggest hope for her is that she can live a happy life.

In this way, it becomes difficult for him to influence family affairs through Chris.

Unless... he himself speaks directly with Duke Elliott and requests that he be granted the authority to represent the Winchester family in military affairs.

However, even if he obtained permission from him, as a naive newcomer to the system, he was completely clueless and it would be difficult to make any progress in a short period of time.

“This is a problem,” Wayne said.

Chapter 180 Did I lie to you? I didn't lie!

After thinking about it, he decided it was better not to pin his hopes on Duke Elliott's side for the time being.

“Sigh, there’s no point in telling you all this.” Seeing that he also frowned, Ge Li said somewhat dejectedly, “I just… feel a little guilty that I can’t share my father’s burdens.”

Not only could they not share the burden, but they also conspired with their arch-enemy to commit so many acts of betrayal against their family.

Wayne walked over and sat down next to her, put his arm around her shoulder, and pulled her into his arms.

“Developing yourself is helping him,” Wayne comforted him.

“If it were my daughter, I would definitely value her personal happiness far more than the so-called ‘family’.”

The things that trouble His Excellency Franz are, in essence, work-related matters.

Even if he were to step down as Chancellor of the Exchequer, the Edgeworth family, as a hereditary noble family, would not suddenly fall to the bottom; they would simply be unable to do as they pleased as before.

However, such a situation was unacceptable to Franz himself.

“If you want to make some money in a short time, there are ways,” Wayne said, “but they only treat the symptoms, not the root cause.”

If we want to address the root cause, we must reform the entire aristocratic system; otherwise, we will certainly not succeed.

take it easy.

Just think of it as a way to make myself feel more comfortable in this world.

He said, "I will write a 'Ten Strategies for Increasing Revenue and Reducing Expenditure,' which you can give to your father privately and have him submit to the King in his name."

Although George II was king, his power was greatly distributed among the various nobles below him, and his authority was far inferior to that of the feudal monarchy of the Celestial Empire.

Judging from his consistent behavior, he is probably not unaware of the financial pressure, but simply doesn't want to step forward and attract attention.

Once the people below have finished arguing, he will definitely step forward and express his opinion, supporting the side that will not affect his prestige.

If Franz could offer him hope by proposing to bring in additional tax revenue for the kingdom, he certainly wouldn't refuse.

Upon hearing this, Ge Li glanced at him in surprise.

"You wouldn't be trying to frame my father, would you?" she asked suspiciously.

“How could that be? You must trust your father’s experience. He wouldn’t be foolish enough to pass on those bad opinions to the king.” He said righteously.

Franz was overjoyed to see that his daughter possessed such keen talent.

Hmm... It would be best to gradually get him used to trusting "his daughter's judgment."

After much coaxing and reassurance, Ge Li finally managed to believe that he had no ill intentions.

“If you take advantage of my trust and do something to harm the Edgeworth family, I will never forgive you,” she said with utmost seriousness.

Wayne paused slightly and said, "In any case, I will not harm Miss Geli."

The two figures overlapped again in the lounge.

A gentle breeze rustled the green leaves hanging on the branches.

His clothes, which he had just tidied up, were messed up again.

……

When Wayne got home from school, he looked thoughtful the whole time.

However, Chris, who was sitting opposite her in the carriage, also seemed to be deep in thought.

The two remained silent the entire way.

"mom!"

As soon as she stepped into the house, Chris ran straight into Mrs. Ashville's arms.

"Chris, how many times have I told you? As a lady, you shouldn't act so rashly!"

Although Mrs. Ashville spoke with a firm tone, her eyes were full of affection.

“Mother.” Wayne followed behind, giving a perfect bow.

Looking at the boy who had grown into a young man, Mrs. Ashville smiled slightly. "How was your day at school with Chris?"

“Very good,” Wayne said. “Chris was even praised by her baking teacher today.”

Chris immediately raised her chin proudly, her face full of "come and praise me" expressions.

So, Ashville helplessly touched Chris's golden curls.

Perhaps because Wayne spoke well of her, Chris surprisingly spent the evening studying with Wayne.

"Chris, did you eat something wrong today?"

Seeing her sitting to one side deep in thought, Wayne couldn't help but ask with concern.

For the past few weeks, Wayne has been doing two sets of homework by himself.

Of course, he would change his handwriting and reorganize his language to make it less likely for the teacher to notice.

After training, he was able to imitate Chris's handwriting almost perfectly, making it not too difficult to fool her.

Even if a responsible teacher notices something amiss, they will generally pretend not to notice due to the intimidation of the noble's name.

Such ghostwriting practices are common among aristocratic children and are no longer isolated incidents.

Hearing the veiled question in his voice, Chris rolled her eyes at him.

Wouldn't it be better to lighten your burden?

Wayne glanced at her barely begun handwriting. "I'm afraid by the time I finish, you'll still be stuck at the beginning."

"You!" Chris slammed her hand on the table and strode over with an imposing air.

But when she saw that he had already finished most of his homework, she immediately softened.

"How did you write so fast?!" she exclaimed in disbelief.

“It’s not that I’m too fast, it’s that you’re too slow.” Wayne shook his head and continued writing the answer to the next question.

"Ahhh... Don't write so fast!"

Chris got anxious and put her arms around Wayne's neck, trying to distract him.

Wayne swiftly grabbed her wrist and twisted it.

Chris obediently fell into his arms.

After falling into the tiger's mouth, Chris realized what had happened, her face flushed, and she tried to get up and run away.

"Hmph, trying to run now? Too late."

He moved the chair further in, put his hands around Chris's back, and rested them on the desk.

In this way, they successfully trapped Chris in their arms.

“Kiss me, and I’ll let you out,” he said.

"you……"

Chris was stuck in his grip and couldn't move. The more she struggled, the larger the area of ​​contact between their bodies increased.

Before long, she behaved herself.

"I will never kiss you."

"Not going to kiss? Then let's keep doing this until someone else comes in."

Wayne wasn't worried that she would disagree.

Hearing him say that, Chris indeed thought of her previous experience, and her face turned even redder.

Wayne smiled and pouted, "Hurry up, the sooner you kiss me, the sooner I'll let you go."

“…Then you’re not allowed to go back on your word!” Chris said, her tone a mix of bravado and underlying arrogance.

Just one kiss.

Reluctantly believing him, Chris closed her eyes and slightly raised her upper body.

Wayne lowered his head and gave him a long, tender kiss.

After a long, long time, Chris started pushing him out again with all her might.

After being finally released, she was panting heavily, as if she could hardly breathe.

She accused him, feeling wronged: "You lied to me!"

“I’m not lying to you, I just gave you a kiss,” Wayne said with a smile.

Chapter 181 I remembered something happy

Hearing his shameless excuse, Chris angrily punched him.

"I shouldn't have trusted you," she whispered.

Realizing that Wayne was cheating, she gave up hope of gaining her freedom and simply leaned against him in a relaxed manner.

Seeing that she had completely given up resisting, Wayne loosened his grip a little, allowing her to lie more comfortably.

Well... at least, Chris has achieved her goal of interfering with his homework.

He stroked her dazzling, smooth, slightly wavy long hair with pleasure, his fingers feeling as if they were gliding through the finest silk and satin.

“By the way, Chris must have a lot of money in her savings account by now, right?” Wayne suddenly asked.