If You Seek Help, Act Like a Supplicant

Serena Feng had just arrived at Jingyue Court, barely steady on her feet, when Princess Yara Valen blocked her way and jabbed a finger at her nose. "Serena Feng, my brother is of the highest nobility. If we weren’t in Eastlyn, you wouldn’t even get a chance to touch him. If you can’t heal the Crown Prince’s injuries today, you’ll pay for it with your life!"

"If that’s how you feel, Princess, then go back to Lyndaria and hire someone better." Serena didn’t waste another word, turned to leave, but was blocked by the guards.

Serena wasn’t in a hurry. She just stood there—after all, it wasn’t her who was suffering as time ticked by.

"Serena Feng, how dare you! Didn’t you hear what I said? Do you believe I won’t have you beaten to death right now?" Princess Yara was stunned—Serena was far bolder than she expected.

Beat me to death? Do you really think this is Lyndaria? Serena replied coldly, "Princess Yara, if you brought me here just to kill me, go ahead—I won’t fight back. If you’re just here to mess with me, then let’s do this some other day. It’s late and I’m tired. But if you want me to treat the Lyndarian Crown Prince’s injuries, then you’d better act like someone asking for help."

The princess’s attitude was truly frightening. If Serena’s hands were shaky from fear, the consequences would be unimaginable. Princess, you’d better think carefully about why you asked me here. And don’t forget what Ninth Royal Uncle told you today—this is Eastlyn. What does a Lyndarian princess think she’s doing bossing people around here?"

"Serena Feng, how dare you disrespect me?" Princess Yara was worried, which was why she blocked Serena’s way—but she hadn’t expected Serena to be even tougher than she’d been during the day. Where did she get such confidence?

"I’ve got enough accusations on my head already—one more won’t make a difference. If you can decide my fate, Princess Yara, just say so. If you can’t, go ask someone who can. My time is valuable." Serena understood the urgency of the patient’s family, but she had no patience for those who let their panic interfere with medical treatment.

"Princess, the Crown Prince is asking why Doctor Feng hasn’t arrived yet. His condition is very serious." The Lyndarian Crown Prince’s attendant rushed out, eyes lighting up at the sight of Serena—he nearly dragged her away himself.

Princess Yara grew anxious when she heard this. Seeing Serena still standing there, her face turned purple with anger. "Serena Feng, why are you just standing there? Didn’t you hear my brother, the Crown Prince?"

"I heard. So what?" Serena thought to herself, how could she have ever lost to this idiot woman in the past? It almost made her feel like an idiot too.

"Why aren’t you moving? Guards, take her inside!" Princess Yara pointed at the guards, who immediately twisted Serena’s hands behind her back and marched her toward Prince Terrence Valen’s hall. Serena didn’t resist.

Inside, Serena saw Prince Terrence Valen and smiled—sure enough, it was the man she’d saved before. That made things more interesting. Serena showed no anger at being manhandled, only calm indifference.

"What’s going on? Release Doctor Feng immediately!" Prince Terrence Valen wasn’t unconscious—he was half-sitting there, waiting for Serena to arrive.

Imperial Physician Sun and the others said that as long as his tendons could be sutured, and with the Eastlyn royal family’s secret tendon-renewing salve, his injuries would be fine.

"Yes, sir." The guards immediately let go and stepped aside. Serena bowed and moved back.

With so many imperial physicians present, Prince Terrence Valen’s injuries wouldn’t be a problem.

"Doctor Feng, the Lyndarian Crown Prince’s tendons are badly injured. We asked you here so late because your suturing technique is unrivaled. Please, suture the Crown Prince’s severed tendons." Imperial Physician Sun had recommended Serena, and he didn’t want anything to go wrong for her here.

Serena replied with a soft "Oh," then apologized, "I’m afraid that won’t be possible tonight."

"What do you mean?" Before anyone else could respond, Prince Terrence Valen glared sharply at Serena.

This woman dares give him attitude?

Hmph... He hadn't forgotten—Lance Quinn was ready to take his life over this woman.

"Serena was just frightened, so her hands might not be steady. And your Lyndarian guards were far too rough—they've hurt both her wrists.

Your Highness, Serena is still shaken and afraid, and now her hands are aching too. She truly doesn't dare pick up the needle—suturing is delicate work, and she wouldn't risk your injury. Please, find someone more skilled." Serena spoke with perfect composure, completely unfazed by Prince Terrence Valen's darkening expression.

So what if he's the Lyndarian Crown Prince? Coming to Eastlyn acting all high and mighty—how ridiculous.

Suturing takes real skill. If Terrence could find someone else, he wouldn't have come to her. Serena had every reason to hold her head high.

"What's going on?" Serena didn't know Terrence Valen well, but he knew her—he could tell she was pissed and using this chance to throw a fit.

Normally, he'd crush Serena with princely authority and not give her a second thought. But tonight was different—his injuries came first.

After getting the full story, Terrence didn't hesitate: "Go, bring the princess here."

Princess Yara Valen walked in, anxious. Before she could greet anyone, Terrence ordered, "Yara, apologize to Doctor Feng."

"What? You want me to apologize to her?" Yara's eyes were practically spitting fire.

"Your Highness, I'm terrified," Serena said, her words polite but her feet planted, unmoving.

Sun Zhengdao stood off to the side, so worried he could barely breathe.

Serena was playing a dangerous game—even if she saved Terrence tonight, humiliating the Lyndarian royals like this meant he wouldn't let her off later.

Serena shot Sun Zhengdao a look: Don't worry about me.

She'd already pissed off these siblings—one more offense wouldn't matter. Why wrong herself? Besides, she still had Ninth Royal Uncle's command token. Nolan used her as a pawn once; now it was only fair to return the favor.

If Nolan ever found out how Serena interpreted 'returning the favor,' he'd probably send her straight to the Imperial Academy to learn what it really means.

"Yara?" Terrence pressed— the imperial physician said his injuries couldn't wait, the sooner treated, the better his chances of recovery.

"Yes, Crown Prince." Yara was miserable, but she didn't dare defy Terrence's order. She stepped up to Serena, ready to bow—only for Serena to dodge away first.

"Princess Yara, please don't scare me. I'm just a commoner, far too timid to bear a princess's apology. You're a cloud in the sky, I'm just dust beneath your feet. Even if you scold me or beat me to death, I'd never dare complain."