Picking a Fight, Ninth Royal Uncle Is Rumored Impotent

"So Ninth Royal Uncle has such a strange quirk. Is it that Ninth Royal Uncle can't touch women? Then how does he..." The rest of her words trailed off, but the implication was clear—any man would understand.

Ninth Royal Uncle’s taboo is well known among the royal houses of the Four Kingdoms, but few in the martial world are aware of it. Even if they’ve heard rumors, they wouldn’t think much of it at first. Hearing the Princess Royal say this, many people grew curious and began whispering among themselves.

Ninth Royal Uncle ignored it all, casting a cold glance at the Princess Royal of Lyndaria before retracting his gaze, as if he saw her as nothing more than a clown.

Being looked down on like that was truly awful. Even with all her poise, the Princess Royal of Lyndaria couldn’t help but feel a surge of anger.

She took a deep breath, forcing herself to keep a proper smile on her face. “Since Ninth Royal Uncle doesn’t welcome me, I’ll just go back.”

As soon as she finished speaking, the Princess Royal of Lyndaria stood up, making as if to leave. As the host, Fortress Lord Ling couldn’t let a guest walk out so easily and hurried to persuade her to stay: “Your Highness, you must be joking. This was my oversight—I didn’t know about Ninth Royal Uncle’s habits. If you don’t mind, why not rest for a while in the inner courtyard?”

Even in the martial world, men and women sit separately. Serena, Lily Li, and some jianghu heroines were already in the inner courtyard.

"The inner courtyard?" The Princess Royal of Lyndaria paused, then turned to Fortress Lord Ling with a dazzling, world‑shaking smile. “I heard General Feng’s daughter, Miss Serena, is here too. I was just hoping to meet her.”

Before leaving, the Princess Royal of Lyndaria couldn’t help glancing at Ninth Royal Uncle one more time. Ninth Royal Uncle loosened his slightly curled fingers, already realizing why she had come.

In this world, there are no walls without cracks. For Southlyn’s Prince Damien to persuade the Princess Royal of Lyndaria, he must have paid a hefty price.

The Princess Royal of Lyndaria had arrived with such fanfare that everyone in the inner courtyard had already heard the news. Still, none of them expected her to actually come inside. The heroines present felt a bit stiff, and there was a hint of dissatisfaction in the air.

It was bad enough that Serena always stole their spotlight—now with the Princess Royal of Lyndaria here too, the young talents would only pay attention to those two.

Serena lowered her gaze, deep in thought—a sense of foreboding flashed through her mind. It didn’t take long for her premonition to come true: as soon as the Princess Royal entered, she asked, “Is General Feng’s daughter here?”

There weren’t many people who would address Serena that way. It was obvious the Princess Royal of Lyndaria had known her parents. Serena stood up gracefully and gave a polite bow. “Your Highness, Princess Royal.”

Since they belonged to different countries, Serena didn’t need to kneel or offer a full court salute, even if the other party was a princess. Courtesy was enough.

“You’re Serena?” The Princess Royal of Lyndaria lifted her eyes and sized Serena up. “You really are a beauty—just like your mother. It’s a pity she died so young. Otherwise, I might have become in‑laws with her.”

"Your Highness must be joking." Serena replied calmly, neither humble nor overbearing, politely declining.

“Am I joking?” The Princess Royal smiled slyly. “I heard you’re quite fond of my son?” Her words carried a hidden meaning—others might not catch it, but Serena definitely understood.

Sure enough, there are no secrets in this world. No matter how carefully William tried to hide things, once Jason Lan made a scene in the capital, Feng Jin’s identity was exposed.

Realizing the Princess Royal’s true intentions, Serena actually felt relieved. She asked in confusion, “When did Your Highness have a son? How come I’ve never heard about it?”

“I heard the Princess Royal of Lyndaria once had a child, but it died right after birth,” said a well-informed lady. Serena put on a look of sudden realization: “No wonder I never heard about it. My condolences, Princess. There will be children in the future.”

“Sharp-tongued, just like Emma Lu—nothing but a low-class upstart.” The Princess Royal of Lyndaria couldn’t stand Serena cursing her child as dead, and her words grew much harsher.

Back then, to quell the scandal, she’d claimed her baby died at birth. Now she was caught in her own lie. As for her other son, Zuo An, the Princess Royal dared not acknowledge him in public—a child born out of wedlock would ruin them both.

“My mother has passed. I ask that Your Highness show some respect and speak kindly—for the sake of future generations.” Serena’s smile faded, her expression turning serious.

The Princess Royal sneered, “Respect? Compared to those women who can’t have children and steal others’ heirs, I have enough fortune for generations to enjoy.”

Her words were full of barbed innuendo. Serena pretended not to understand and agreed, “Indeed, those restless women deserve to be drowned in a pig basket.”

The Princess Royal’s beauty and romantic exploits were famous across the Four Kingdoms. Even some young women in the martial world had asked about her, and those who didn’t know the details soon got the gist.

Suddenly, the way everyone looked at the Princess Royal changed—curiosity and distance mingled in their eyes. A few women even stepped back, afraid of being seen as her kind.

Ordinary women would have died of shame in such a situation, but the Princess Royal of Lyndaria was not one to care about childish gossip. Facing their disdainful stares, she only smiled brighter. She reached out to poke Serena’s forehead, but Serena dodged. Unbothered, she said with ill intent, “Why do you sound so bitter, Serena? Are you jealous? After all, everyone knows Ninth Royal Uncle avoids women. Just now, when my maid tried to pour him wine, he kicked her away. With you following him, what a waste—a beauty like you, and he won’t even touch you.”

The Princess Royal’s daring words made the unmarried women blush. But her insinuations also sparked curiosity; they secretly sized up Serena, their eyes full of gossip: Is that noble, domineering Ninth Royal Uncle really incapable?

It seemed true—apart from Serena, Ninth Royal Uncle was never seen with any other woman.

Oh no, is it really true? Poor Serena.

Women’s imaginations ran wild. In just a moment, they’d conjured up all sorts of scenarios, and their looks toward Serena were now full of pity and sympathy. That little bit of jealousy from before had turned into compassion.

So what if Ninth Royal Uncle was high and mighty? He could give Serena status, but he was still a useless man—what difference was there between him and a eunuch?

These women... They were bold indeed. Clearly, they’d never witnessed Ninth Royal Uncle’s true power—else they wouldn’t dare gossip so recklessly. Serena watched the Princess Royal with a half-smile, a cold glint flashing in her clear eyes.

To slander Ninth Royal Uncle’s reputation—clearly, the Princess Royal was courting disaster. But she had nothing left to lose; she feared nothing now. Seeing Serena remain silent, the Princess Royal pressed closer: “Poor girl, why not come with me? I’ll find you a good match. Even if there’s no second man in the world like Ninth Royal Uncle, at least someone could give you a child—not leave you raising another’s heir just to keep the Feng family line going.”

She bit down hard on the word ‘child,’ her gaze toward Serena suddenly sharp and poisonous.

If Serena hadn’t taken Feng Jin away, Feng Jin would now be Crown Prince of Lyndaria. Even if she weren’t Empress or Queen Mother, she’d be the most honored woman in Lyndaria. But Serena had ruined it all...