Vienna, Hofburg Palace.
Franz pointed to the newspaper on the desk. Maximilian saw that the front page featured photographs of him freeing slaves in Istanbul.
The rescued people were all kneeling before him in gratitude, and there were also pictures of him helping check on their health.
Maximilian casually rested his hands behind his head and said carelessly, "What's the problem?"
Franz took out another set of photographs and laid them on the desk. It was the same scene, but from a different angle. Maximilian's image, so upright and grand just moments ago, instantly became sleazy.
"I didn't do anything!"
Just as Maximilian was about to explain, Franz rapped him on the head.
"Forgot the family teachings again? Being careless in what you do is one thing, but insisting on reasoning everything out is also a bad habit.
If they want to frame you, do you think they wouldn't know you'd explain yourself?
Arguments are for others to watch. You only win when you make the other side look like the victor."
"You're only one year older than me. What gives you the right to always act so high and mighty?"
"First, even if I were only one day older, I'd still be your elder brother. Second, I am the Emperor of the Austrian Empire. This is my territory.
Third, I am also the true helmsman of the House of Habsburg. You know our father's and eldest uncle's situations better than anyone.
And finally, don't try changing the subject. If you want to save people, either save only those before your eyes, or save them all.
Besides, can't you see those Ottomans are passing the buck? If you dare take on everything, it'll get you killed sooner or later."
Maximilian scratched his head and said rather unwillingly, "Thank you. I'll