Miscarriage and Slandering Ninth Royal Uncle
Dressed in splendid robes, Serena Feng stood at Prince Nolan's side, gazing down from the steps at the kneeling members of House Lewis, a cold, sharp smile curling at her lips.
What does it feel like to see the mastermind behind your father's death kneeling at your feet?
Sympathy? Pity?
Serena Feng has never been the saintly type, nor would she ever hypocritically spare an enemy just because they seem pitiful...
She will never forget her father's shattered corpse in the coffin, never forget who caused him to die in disgrace, and never forget who made it so he couldn't be buried for decades.
The Emperor, House Lewis!
She remembers it all, every last detail, etched into her heart.
Serena stood coldly at the foot of the steps, looking at the kneeling old and young of House Lewis, her calm eyes gleaming with a strange, seductive light.
She has never been a kind person; seeing her enemies grovel on the ground brings her no sympathy at all. She only feels joy, excitement, and the urge to make them taste the same pain.
"Satisfied?" Prince Nolan asked as he saw Serena Feng smile.
"Satisfied? No... not even close. Compared to what they've done, this is nowhere near enough." Serena Feng's voice was icy, bone-chilling. Prince Nolan had rarely seen her like this—even her hatred for the Empress and Prince Rowan didn't run this deep.
Prince Nolan knew how much Serena valued General Feng and Madame Feng. He solemnly promised, "Don't worry. I won't let them off."
"I won't let them off either." She hadn't forgotten the assassination attempt at Blossom Garden. When someone wants her life, she never shows mercy.
Serena swept her gaze over the crowd kneeling below the steps and asked, "Which one of you is the Lewis Patriarch?"
"I am Aaron Lewis, a humble commoner. Greetings to Ninth Royal Uncle, long may you live, and blessings to Miss Feng." The elderly man, about fifty, knelt on the ground and shuffled forward a step, bowing deeply to Prince Nolan and Serena Feng. Even separated by dozens of steps, Serena could hear his kowtow reverberate.
Really willing to put on a show!
"So it was you who planted the maids to try and assassinate Ninth Royal Uncle?" Serena suddenly pointed at Aaron Lewis, her tone sharp and domineering. Prince Nolan stood to the side, smiling slightly, clearly indulging her.
"Miss Feng, you've wronged me! Ninth Royal Uncle is of imperial blood—even if you gave me a thousand guts, I'd never dare to harm him. Please, Ninth Royal Uncle, Miss Feng, investigate thoroughly and clear my name." Aaron Lewis kept kowtowing—thump, thump, thump. Serena worried he'd kill himself if he kept going, so she interrupted, "Enough. Stop bowing."
"Thank you, Miss Feng, thank you for your mercy. I always knew you were a good person, never one to wrong the innocent. Truly, you're a fairy reborn—noble and kind. You wouldn't call us assassins just because you dislike House Lewis."
Aaron Lewis looked tearfully grateful, but every word he spoke pointed at Prince Nolan. Outside Blossom Garden, the crowd watched the spectacle; hearing the Lewis Patriarch's words, they snuck glances at Prince Nolan, as if accusing him of abusing his power.