"Miss, Miss, where are you going? You can't leave!"
Miss, today is your wedding day. After today, you'll be Princess Rowan.
Miss, you're the future Princess Rowan. How can you just abandon Prince Rowan and leave?
Miss, I beg you, you can't leave! If you go, what will happen to Wendy Wan?"
Her voice was so loud, it echoed over the city gate and across the entire imperial capital.
It was as if she was doing it on purpose!
What? The wedding is today?
The future Princess Rowan?
The crowd cried out in shock!
Dozens of eyes, burning with excitement, stared at Serena Feng, each imagining the tragic fate awaiting this noble young lady.
The bruises and marks were shockingly vivid.
"I'm not," Serena Feng shook her head, denying it without hesitation.
"No, that's not true! Miss, my mistress is the Feng family's heiress, Serena Feng, the future Princess Rowan," Wendy Wan insisted.
The city guard was baffled.
If this really was a noble lady, they'd be in trouble—they couldn't afford to offend her.
Just then, a carriage came from within the city toward Serena Feng. Wherever it passed, the crowd parted.
Inside the carriage, a rough, hoarse male voice rang out, his words brazen and lewd:
The Feng family's heiress? I think you're a fraud. Today is the wedding day of the Feng family's heiress and Prince Rowan—how could you possibly be her?
"It's Young Master Yan, it's Young Master Yan! This beauty is in trouble today..." someone recognized the voice from the carriage.
Who is Young Master Yan?
You don't know Young Master Yan? He's the only son of Magistrate Yan of the capital, notorious for being a bully—he abuses his power, harasses men and women, and does all sorts of evil.
Serena Feng heard whispered gossip nearby. The city guards, no longer concerned with confirming her identity, hurried forward.
It didn't matter whether Serena Feng was truly the heiress—she was a fallen woman now, while Young Master Yan was at the height of his power.
The official bowed humbly and ingratiatingly:
"Young Master Yan..."
The man inside the carriage replied arrogantly.
The curtain was lifted, and out stepped a bloated, puffy-faced man with swollen eyes, supported by servants.
Reeking of alcohol, he staggered toward Serena Feng: "The Feng family's heiress? Let me see if you're the real deal."
As he spoke, his greasy hand reached flirtatiously for Serena Feng's face, his pig-like features leering at her.
The stench of alcohol mixed with the scent of powder assaulted Serena Feng...
Serena Feng stepped back and slapped Young Master Yan's hand away: "Sir, please behave yourself."
"Behave myself? Oh, how would you know if I do or not? Why don't you let me show you, and you'll see whether I behave myself or not."
After being slapped, Young Master Yan wasn't angry at all. Instead, he stuck out his tongue and licked the spot Serena Feng had hit, acting as obscene as possible.
Serena Feng's skin crawled with disgust.
How could someone be so disgusting? These ancient noble sons were so arrogant. Even the spoiled heirs of modern times would at least try to hide it.
"Indeed, a beauty. Even the sweat in your palm is fragrant. I heard there was a pretty young lady at the city gate waiting for me to rescue her, and it's true. You're a rare gem, even more alluring than the famous Qingqing from the Night Banquet House."
What? Serena Feng was stunned, suppressing her disgust and asking, "Someone told you to come?"
One thing led to another—clearly, everything was connected. It looked like she wasn't getting away today.
First Wendy Wan, now Young Master Yan—were these people trying to ruin her reputation and drive her to death?
Young Master Yan leered and nodded, "Of course. Why else would I come here so early if no one told me?"
"Well? Little lady, come with me. I promise you won't regret it. Want to enter the city? With me, you can go wherever you want in the imperial capital."
As he spoke, Young Master Yan waved his hand, and his attendants immediately stepped forward, reaching for Serena Feng.
The onlookers and city guards pretended not to see, turning away.
It didn't matter to them—this girl was already ruined, and falling into Young Master Yan's hands would only make things worse.