Last Night, She Was With Me the Whole Time

Prince Adrian Dongling Zichun looked just like an abandoned puppy, pitifully gazing at Serena Feng, only to meet the unconcealed disdain and contempt in her eyes.

Serena Feng truly couldn’t stand Adrian, the notorious playboy. Anyone who climbed into his bed, he’d sleep with—men in this era really were shameless beyond belief. Even if you think with your lower half, you should at least consider the occasion and the person.

Seeing Serena’s reaction, Adrian panicked and blurted out, regardless of the setting, "Miss Feng, you have to believe me! Last night I was really the victim—I have no idea how Princess Yara ended up in my bed, let alone why she was so..." Proactive and enthusiastic!

"Ahem, ahem..." The Crown Prince hurriedly coughed twice, cutting Adrian off before he could say more. No wonder this idiot keeps getting set up—he has zero tact. Didn’t he notice Rowan’s face had already turned completely black?

His own goddess being called a bed-climbing maid by someone else—no man could accept that...

But the ones who really couldn’t accept it were her and her brother themselves.

"Shut up!" Princess Yara snapped like she’d lost her mind, suddenly lunging forward and slapping Adrian hard across the face. "You bastard!"

No woman could accept being described so shamefully, let alone Princess Yara, who always held herself above others.

For Yara, hearing Adrian compare her to a maid in front of her rival was like stabbing a knife straight into her heart—every time, it made her want to die.

Yara closed her eyes and silently wept...

She knew her life was ruined. This man had destroyed her purity, her reputation, her future—now she didn’t even have the courage to look at Prince Rowan.

Last night, Rowan had promised her he would marry her. She was ready to give up everything in Lyndaria, just to become his princess consort. But now?

Everything was ruined. Everything was ruined.

Serena watched Princess Yara, who looked as fragile as a leaf in the wind, ready to collapse at any moment. Serena’s lips curled in a faint, cold smile—back when Yara ruined her, did she ever think about how a powerless girl could survive the world’s scorn and accusations?

Looking at Yara, Serena almost saw herself at the city gate, facing the crowd’s accusations, trembling in fear as she knelt outside the Empress’s palace.

Back then, she had no one to rely on but herself. Her so-called fiancé only threw her to the wolves, forcing her toward death.

Thinking of this, Serena suddenly wanted to see Rowan’s expression. The man who once wanted her dead—how would he look now?

She turned and met Rowan’s gaze head-on. For a split second, Serena saw a flash of murderous intent in his eyes—directed at her.

Serena almost wanted to laugh. Was this man obsessed or what? He wanted her dead when she was the victim, and now, as a mere spectator, he still wanted to kill her.

She’d only followed Nolan here to watch the spectacle. But if Rowan insisted on picking on the ‘soft persimmon,’ he couldn’t blame her for fighting back.

Ignoring the grim-faced Prince Terrence and the silently weeping, utterly hopeless Princess Yara, Serena Feng walked gracefully over to Nolan’s side and bowed politely. "Ninth Royal Uncle."

"What is it?" Nolan turned toward Serena, not bothering to hide the warmth in his voice.

"I’m tired. I’d like to go back now," Serena said, looking completely innocent.

"In that case, let’s leave. There’s no reason to stay here any longer. True, the woman always loses out in situations like this, but only those directly involved know the real truth."

Prince Terrence, Prince Adrian has already spoken. If you doubt him, ask Princess Yara yourself about what really happened last night.

Of course, regardless of the truth, I will have Prince Adrian marry Princess Yara. After all, no one else can marry her now." Maybe it was because Serena said she was tired, but Nolan spoke much faster than usual—at least three times his normal speed.

"Ninth Royal Uncle, is this really your solution? Something this huge happens, and you just throw a prince out to take the blame?" Prince Terrence stepped forward, blocking Nolan’s path.

Now that it had happened, he had to maximize Lyndaria’s benefit. If Eastlyn didn’t pay a price, there was no way this would end quietly.

"What would you rather do, Prince Terrence? Have Prince Rowan marry Princess Yara? Even if I agreed, Rowan himself would never accept. If you don’t believe me, ask him yourself." Nolan didn’t even bother calling Rowan by name now—showing just how protective he was. Even though Rowan once risked his life for Nolan, Nolan showed no mercy.

Rowan turned away in embarrassment, unable to meet Nolan or Prince Terrence’s eyes. He really wouldn’t marry Yara—if he did, he’d be a laughingstock.

"You Eastlyn people are going too far!" Prince Terrence’s veins bulged with rage. If this weren’t Eastlyn territory, he’d have killed someone already.

"Not as much as you think. Prince Terrence, consider this carefully: today I’m still willing to let Prince Adrian marry Princess Yara as his principal wife, but tomorrow she might only be allowed in as a side consort—after all, Princess Yara’s conduct was improper." Losing her virginity before marriage, no matter who’s at fault, the woman always bears the blame and consequences.

"Royal Uncle..." Before Terrence or Yara could speak, Adrian protested first.

"What, you don’t want to marry her? Then why didn’t you push her out of your bed last night? If you had, none of this would have happened today." Nolan scolded harshly. He held back only because Serena and Yara were present—otherwise, his words would’ve been even more brutal.

"But, but..." Adrian mumbled, rubbing his swollen cheek.

He really didn’t want to marry a tigress.

"No more buts. Princess Yara, like it or not, you have to marry her. You ruined her reputation." Nolan flicked his sleeve. "Prince Terrence, are you satisfied now? If not, that’s fine—we can go to court and ask the Emperor. Oh, and one more thing: I forgot to mention, Lyndaria’s Second Prince has arrived. If my guess is right, he’s already in the palace." Nolan casually dropped a bombshell.

"What did you say?" Prince Terrence’s face went pale. How had he not heard about this?

"Didn’t you hear me? Your second royal brother is here in Eastlyn for medical treatment." Nolan’s lips curled into a cold, mocking smile.

"Impossible!" His second brother was famous for his virtue in Lyndaria, the obvious choice for crown prince—except his legs were crippled, so he couldn’t claim the throne.