Ninth Royal Uncle Finally Eats Serena’s Cooking

Though neither side had moved yet, the killing intent was already palpable. Faced with Wayne Hua’s sarcasm, Prince Nolan was unfazed and shot back with irony: “Lord Wei, you flatter me. When it comes to reputation, how could I possibly compare with the infamous Brocade Guard?”

The Brocade Guard of Lyndaria and the Bloodcloak Guard of Eastlyn—both are the emperor’s trusted enforcers, but whether among officials or commoners, neither has a good reputation.

Except for the emperor himself, everyone else both fears and hates these terrifying organizations.

If Prince Nolan’s words were veiled barbs before, now he was openly insulting. Wayne Hua’s eyes flashed with murderous intent—he slammed his sword down in front of Nolan, threatening: “So what if we’re infamous? As long as I capture Eastlyn’s Ninth Royal Uncle, reputation doesn’t matter. Prince Nolan, if you surrender now, I can make sure you suffer less.”

“Capture me? With just you lot?” Prince Nolan’s eyes were full of disdain. Internally, he praised the Lyndarian emperor’s strategy—capturing him alive was far more useful than killing him.

“You overestimate yourself, Prince Nolan. I alone am enough to take you down. Do you think this is still Eastlyn, where you can do as you please? Today, I’ll show you the true power of the Brocade Guard!” Without warning, Wayne Hua suddenly drew his sword and charged forward.

No tricks—just pure strength and speed. Wayne Hua leapt up, gripping his sword with both hands and slashing down from above.

He claimed he wanted to take Prince Nolan alive, but this move was lethal—if Nolan didn’t dodge, he’d be dead on the spot.

Whoosh—the sword energy split the air. Serena could only feel a powerful force rushing toward her, leaving her unable to move...

Damn it—the enemy was this strong?

Worry flashed in Serena’s eyes. Gritting her teeth, she braced herself against the oppressive sword energy, raised her gun, and tried to shoot—but Wayne Hua was too fast, giving her no chance to aim.

Prince Nolan was multitasking; sensing that Serena was affected by Wayne Hua’s sword energy, he quickly pushed her behind him. “Careful.”

Bang—Serena staggered back a step. Her carefully found aim wavered, and the bullet struck the wall, sparking in a shower of light.

By the time Serena regained her footing, Prince Nolan had already drawn the flexible sword from his waist. With a ringing clash, he blocked Wayne Hua’s attack.

A look of surprise flashed in Wayne Hua’s eyes—clearly, he hadn’t expected Prince Nolan’s cultivation to be so high. No wonder he dared come to Lyndaria alone.

This was her chance!

Serena didn’t have time to aim. She raised her gun and fired at Wayne Hua. He’d already seen the sparks on the wall and knew her hidden weapon was dangerous. He tried to retreat, but Serena was even faster.

Bang, bang—Serena didn’t care about wasting bullets. She kept pulling the trigger, firing at Wayne Hua again and again.

Thud, thud—five shots, three hit Wayne Hua’s shoulder. Serena was very satisfied with the result. With a snap, she ejected the magazine and coldly ordered Prince Nolan: “Cover me.”

“Got it.” Prince Nolan replied without hesitation.

At that moment, Serena was just like the battlefield commander she’d been at Skyvault Palace Sect—calm, ruthless, emotionless, and utterly decisive, a machine focused solely on destroying the enemy.

“Go! Kill the woman, take Prince Nolan alive!” Wounded, Wayne Hua fell back into the crowd and immediately gave the order.

“Yes, sir!”

All the Brocade Guards present were elite fighters. Their goal was simple: they had to capture Prince Nolan before he left Lyndaria—after that, catching him would be far harder.

“I may like Lyndaria, but you lot aren’t enough to keep me here.” Prince Nolan raised his sword and charged straight into the crowd, like a wolf among sheep. Even though these were Brocade Guard elites, they were no match for him. If he weren’t worried about Serena, he’d have already cut his way out.

Click—Serena reloaded her magazine, gripping the gun with one hand and steadying it with the other. She stepped forward. “We can go now.”

“Hold my hand.” Prince Nolan switched his sword to his left hand. The two of them interlocked fingers, advancing side by side—the alley was just wide enough for two.

With Prince Nolan clearing the way ahead, Serena had nothing to worry about—she just aimed and fired at her targets.

Bang, bang—each shot hit its mark, right between the eyes. The enemies had no chance to fight back; they just dropped to the ground.

“I underestimated you two.” Wayne Hua had already dug the bullets out of his shoulder, his face pale as he glared at Serena and Prince Nolan, seething with hatred.

“No, you’re the one overestimating yourself.” Serena retorted sarcastically, swinging the dark muzzle of her gun toward Wayne Hua again. Having suffered once, Wayne was ready—he dodged aside instantly.

“I don’t make the same mistake twice.” Out of more than twenty Brocade Guards, only five remained, and Wayne himself was wounded. He knew they couldn’t win, and as for him...

He had no intention of staying here to die.

Wayne Hua stopped fighting and leapt up onto the wall.

“Trying to run? No way.” Serena had kept her eyes on Wayne the whole time. As he tried to escape, she fired at him repeatedly. This time, Wayne was smarter—he dodged the vital spots, and though Serena fired several shots, she only managed to hit his calf. Wayne ignored the pain and fled, wounded.

“Damn it, he actually got away.” Serena was furious and vented her anger by firing at the remaining Brocade Guards—five shots, each hitting a vital point.

Her movements and her eyes were pure dominance. Prince Nolan quietly reminded himself never to provoke Serena’s anger—when she’s mad, she’s terrifying.

“Let’s go.”

With all their enemies dead, Prince Nolan and Serena didn’t linger. They hurried away, avoiding crowded areas because of the blood on their clothes, heading toward more deserted streets.

They passed a rundown clothing shop, slipped in through the back door, and changed into clean clothes before continuing on. The shopkeeper never said a word or asked for payment.

“Where to next?” Serena and Prince Nolan had run for most of the day. Though they hadn’t left the city, their path kept getting more remote—by now, they hadn’t seen another soul for hours.

“We’ll rest for one night, then go find Zuo An.” Prince Nolan led Serena to a small thatched hut. It was empty of people but fully stocked with everything—rice, vegetables, all the essentials.

Serena finally understood what it meant for a ‘wily rabbit to have three burrows.’ It seemed Prince Nolan had plenty of safe spots in Lyndaria.

With food and shelter secured, Serena had nothing to worry about—except Prince Nolan had overestimated her. She had no cooking skills whatsoever.

The first time she made snake soup, she’d just dumped all the meat into the pot. The second time she cooked pig brain, it was under a chef’s guidance. This time, with no one to help, she had to rely on herself, so...

All Prince Nolan could eat was rock-hard rice. As for the side dishes? They were so blackened you couldn’t tell what they were. At least the seasoning was decent—the salt was right. Prince Nolan sat down, expressionless, picked up his bowl, and started eating.

Serena wanted to explain—it wasn’t her lack of skill, it was the unfamiliar stove. She’d never used such a big hearth before and had no idea how much wood to add to heat the pot, so...

Anyway, this was the result. Serena could only hope Prince Nolan’s stomach was strong enough. If not, she’d just prescribe him some stomach medicine...