Declaration of This Prince’s Sacred, Inviolable Claim

Prince Nolan arrived at Feng Manor, making a grand display of ceremony—clearly expecting everyone in the household to come out and greet him. And the person Prince Nolan most wanted to see, of course, was Sean Xuan.

He wasn’t the type to put on a petty show of ‘rivals meeting and seeing red,’ but as a secret lover going to meet the official fiancé, there was bound to be a showdown.

For someone like Sean Xuan—high-born, talented, officially betrothed, and stubborn—he had to be dealt with in one go. If you couldn’t suppress his arrogance at the first meeting, he’d be big trouble. And Prince Nolan hated trouble, so...

Sean Xuan, Young Palace Lord Sean—this prince will settle things with you once and for all. Let me make it clear: Serena Feng is not yours to covet. You can marry any woman you want in this life—except Serena. Even if you two have a childish engagement, it doesn’t matter.

“Long live the Prince! Long live, long live, long live!”

Just as Prince Nolan wished, everyone in Feng Manor—including Sean Xuan—came out to greet him. Of course, the Cui clan was an exception.

Holden Cui was still bedridden, and Mr. Yuanxi wouldn’t attend such formal occasions unless absolutely necessary—especially since even he would have to kneel to show respect for imperial authority.

Whether you liked it or not, kneeling was a sign of respect for the throne. You couldn’t afford to make a public mistake—offending the royal family was asking for trouble.

Sean Xuan knelt to Serena’s left. Not only were their temperaments unique, but their positions were also especially conspicuous. Prince Nolan, seated in his sedan, spotted them both at a glance.

Always together!

The secret guards’ reports were right—Sean Xuan really never left Serena’s side, guarding her like the most loyal protector, shielding her from every threat.

To make the Young Palace Lord of Skyvault act as a bodyguard—Serena must be the first ever.

Serena really was lucky—her childhood fiancé just happened to be Skyvault Palace Sect’s Young Palace Lord, one of the top names in the martial world. It was enough to make anyone... annoyed!

Hmph... Prince Nolan stepped out of the sedan. His black brocade boots stomped onto the ground with a thud, making Jue Tang and Yao Tang’s hearts jolt violently, both breaking out in a cold sweat.

Outside Feng Manor, several hundred people had gathered. While it wasn’t chaotic, it certainly wasn’t quiet. Yet Prince Nolan’s footsteps cut through all the noise, landing directly in their hearts.

It wasn’t just Jue Tang and Yao Tang—everyone present felt the same. Prince Nolan’s footsteps pierced through every sound, striking straight at their chests.

Serena arched an eyebrow, a flicker of unease and nervousness in her eyes.

Was Prince Nolan unhappy?

Was he angry at her, coming here today just to settle scores?

It made sense—Prince Nolan had been out of the palace for two days, and she hadn’t seen him once. But it wasn’t really her fault; she’d been busy with free clinics, and Prince Nolan had kept his doors closed to all visitors. She didn’t want to go and beg for a refusal, either.

Sigh... Prince Nolan hadn’t told them to rise, so they couldn’t get up. Serena could only keep kneeling—after all, Prince Nolan’s temper flared quickly but faded just as fast.

After getting out of the sedan, Prince Nolan strode straight ahead and stopped in front of Serena. "You may rise."

“Thank you, Your Highness. Long live, long live, long live!” The crowd bowed in thanks, Serena nodding along. But with Prince Nolan standing close, he clearly saw Serena’s perfunctory manner—a hint of amusement flashed in his eyes.

His Serena hadn’t changed at all—proud, but never one to make herself stand out for the sake of it. She went along with the crowd, yet always kept her own style.

As for Sean Xuan?

Prince Nolan glanced at Sean Xuan. Their eyes met—no sparks, just calm composure. After sizing each other up, they looked away, still calm.

A young hero of the martial world, the kind of handsome gentleman who made countless maidens swoon—of course he was impressive. But so what?

If Sean Xuan didn’t have the status of Serena’s childhood fiancé, Prince Nolan wouldn’t even bother with a second look. He was just another martial artist—no matter how famous, it didn’t concern Nolan.

As soon as Serena stood up, before she could speak, Prince Nolan took her hand. "Let’s go inside."

Right in front of Sean Xuan and everyone in Feng Manor, Prince Nolan boldly and openly took Serena’s hand and led her inside.

That gesture alone was enough for Sean Xuan to understand the nature of their relationship—words couldn’t express it as clearly as that one action.

Sean Xuan, Serena is this prince’s woman. Only I can hold her hand, and hers will only ever be placed in mine.

Huh? Serena was startled, her eyes widening as she dumbly followed behind Prince Nolan.

Was Prince Nolan possessed or something? To do something so intimate in public—especially in this strict, ancient society. Even if he didn’t care about etiquette, this was seriously bold.

But Prince Nolan had no intention of explaining himself—he just held onto Serena and walked inside. As for Sean Xuan behind them, after that first glance, Nolan never looked at him again.

With just one look, Prince Nolan knew: Sean Xuan might have the title of fiancé, but he was no real match. Sean Xuan cared too much about Serena—so much that he’d never force her.

Today, all Prince Nolan needed was to do what he came for—and then declare his sovereignty.

Serena was his—sacred and inviolable. Not even a childhood fiancé could change that.

Sean Xuan stood in place, watching the perfect couple walk away. His heart soured, but there was a faint sense of relief too.

He was startled by his own conflicted feelings and quickly composed himself before following after them.

Dongling Nolan—Eastlyn’s Ninth Royal Uncle—was the one who kept chasing after Serena, making him Sean Xuan’s greatest rival. If Sean guessed right, the man Serena loved was none other than this Ninth Royal Uncle.

Dominant, forceful, proud—a man who seemed cold and reserved yet radiated an undeniable brilliance. Standing beside Serena, his light was never overshadowed by hers.

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Serena, standing beside him, wasn’t just a sidekick—though her usual radiance seemed dimmed. This man was so outstanding it made others jealous. Sean Xuan understood: this was a formidable rival, and one who clearly didn’t see him as a threat.

When Sean Xuan entered, Prince Nolan and Serena had already taken their seats as hosts. Sean Xuan didn’t wait for Serena to greet him—he simply sat at her left.

Facing the imposing, dignified Prince Nolan, Sean Xuan didn’t even furrow his brow. He just sat down, his expression calm.

Everyone here was civilized—nobody would resort to violence. And even if they did, Sean Xuan wasn’t afraid.

After Sean Xuan sat down, the atmosphere in the hall subtly shifted—not tense or explosive, but heavy and hard to describe...

Neither Prince Nolan nor Sean Xuan were the type to show open hostility. They’d only treat each other as rivals in their hearts—or ignore each other entirely.

Sweating nervously, Serena sat there, finally realizing why Prince Nolan had come. He was probably here to check out Sean Xuan—but that couldn’t be the only reason. Prince Nolan would never bother coming to Feng Manor just to see Sean Xuan.

Serena knew that with Prince Nolan’s style and bearing, he wouldn’t do anything rash. He was just here to see what kind of person Sean Xuan was, and to make sure Sean understood who he was dealing with.

It was a simple thing—no jealousy or drama. Serena should’ve been happy, but...

Serena glanced at Prince Nolan, then at Sean Xuan. Both men were perfectly calm—not only was there no hostility, there was even a hint of mutual respect in their eyes.

What a harmonious scene, what a friendly atmosphere—yet somehow she felt unbearably uncomfortable, completely ill at ease.

One was her childhood fiancé, the other—the man she’d slept with. With both of them here, she felt so much pressure. The air was so stifling she could barely breathe. She just wanted to escape to the free clinic...

Spring and Autumn had their hearts in their throats. They quietly served tea, then quickly retreated, afraid that staying a second longer would get them caught up in the tension. The three in the hall just sat there—no one wanted to speak first.

Serena couldn’t take it anymore. Following the ‘get it over with quickly’ principle, she asked, "Your Highness, to what do we owe this great honor?"

She didn’t believe Prince Nolan would come to Feng Manor so publicly without a good reason. Normally, he could visit anytime without fanfare.

To Prince Nolan, Feng Manor was basically the back garden of Ninth Prince Manor. If he wanted to come, it was easy—no need for all this spectacle.

Prince Nolan wasn’t one to show off—he’d never pull this kind of nouveau riche stunt. And he definitely wasn’t using his status to pressure Sean Xuan today.

Prince Nolan was free now, and the disaster relief and free clinics were running smoothly. Serena couldn’t think of any proper reason for his visit.

Seeing Serena’s confused look, Prince Nolan knew she was trying to guess his purpose. If she liked guessing, let her keep at it—if she figured it out, there’d be a reward. If not...

Heh... old grudges and new, he’d settle them all together.

Prince Nolan held his teacup, peering through the steam at Serena. Seeing her still look so puzzled, he realized that no matter how hard she tried, she’d never guess.

Pa...

Same move, same sound—when the Emperor tried it on Prince Nolan, it never worked. But when Prince Nolan did it in front of Serena, the effect was...

Thud...

Serena jumped, her heart pounding wildly, eyes wide as she stared at Prince Nolan. "Your Highness, what exactly are you here for? Just say what you want—I’ll cooperate! You acting all mysterious is way too scary. I’m not brave—I can’t take it..."

A note to readers: Why do you think Prince Nolan came to Feng Manor? Can you guess?