Patience and the Terrifying Side of Serena Feng

Unfortunately, this time Princess Yara really did faint. She had no idea what Prince Adrian said, let alone the strength to jump up and kick him to death.

Serena Feng knew Yara was truly unconscious and had no intention of explaining. Why help Yara clear her name? Letting her be condemned was better.

She glanced disdainfully at Yara, then rose calmly, dusted off her clothes, and turned to say, "Your Highness Prince Adrian, please carry Princess Yara away. Don’t let her block our path."

As for that pool of blood on the ground, Serena frowned. That blood... it’s always bad for people to see. She needed to think of a way to cover it up.

As for whether Princess Yara lives or dies?

Sorry, that’s not her concern.

She was a doctor, not a saint. She wouldn’t offer her other cheek after being slapped on one. Yara wasn’t dead yet, but even if she died here today, Serena wouldn’t bat an eye—she’d step over her corpse and keep moving...

Serena Feng stuck to her principles, but she would never play the martyr. She didn’t have the heart for it, nor did she want to wrong herself too much.

"Oh... oh..." Prince Adrian reluctantly stepped forward.

He’d come today to pay respects to Serena Feng’s parents. If he went to carry Yara now, could he still help escort the coffins out of the city?

"I..." Prince Adrian walked forward, but had no idea what to do. He wanted to call for a servant to help, only to remember they'd left all attendants behind.

"What do you mean 'I'? Yara is your fiancée—why are you still standing there? Hurry up and pick her up!" Prince Titus of Lyndaria knew Yara’s condition but had no intention of helping.

This round, it wasn’t just Yara who lost—the Lyndarian royal family did too. If Titus stepped up to carry Yara, then her child’s death would be blamed on Lyndaria. But if Adrian did it...

The Eastlyn Emperor would be forced to give them an explanation. At least, Adrian and Yara’s marriage wouldn’t face any more surprises.

Sigh... Yara, your brother can only help you this far. The rest of the road, you’ll have to walk alone. Take care of yourself!

Under the pressure of the crowd, Prince Adrian had no choice but to pick Yara up. Just as he was about to do so, Prince Titus stepped forward and stopped him: "Take off your coat first."

Serena asking Adrian to carry Yara was actually a favor to Lyndaria. Now Titus was returning that favor—Yara was covered in blood, and letting people see would only cause trouble.

Adrian glanced at the coffins behind him and understood. White mourning clashing with red blood was never a good omen. Even if Serena didn’t care, others might. Adrian quickly took off his outer robe, wrapped Yara up, and lifted her. "Serena, I’m sorry!"

Yara was his fiancée—even if he didn’t want to admit it, he had to apologize for her at a time like this.

"Your Highness Prince Chase, there’s no need for courtesy. If you really feel sorry for me, then please report everything to the Emperor as it happened. From start to finish, I never touched Princess Yara, nor did I say a harsh word to her. I ask the Emperor and Your Highness to give me justice." Call it venting or call it excessive—either way, she found Prince Chase hard to look at right now.

Yara was the future Princess Consort of Chase. Her fate was tied to Prince Chase’s—when he prospered, so did she.

"Don’t worry, I’ll explain everything to the Emperor. Lyndaria should give me an explanation too." Adrian shot Titus a glare.

No matter what, the child in Yara’s belly was his. Losing it like this hurt him too.

Prince Titus simply turned his face away, unconcerned.

If the Eastlyn imperial family took issue with Yara, that was a good thing for Titus—it meant Yara’s marriage alliance was of no value to his brother.

Prince Adrian carried Yara away, but the bloodstain remained on the ground. Titus, ever the good guy, took off his own outer robe and spread it over the blood. "Serena, I’m sorry to trouble you."

It really was trouble. Her parents were being buried and Yara pulled a stunt like this. Only Serena could endure it; anyone else would have rushed over and torn Yara apart.

Of course, if Serena had touched Yara today, she’d be finished.

"As long as it’s resolved, that’s enough. Prince Titus, please pass a message to Princess Yara for me: she has parents too." With that, Serena turned her back on Titus and ignored him. Titus rubbed his nose and kept quiet—he understood Serena's warning, but... should he tell her that Yara’s father was also his own?

Never mind. Serena probably didn’t have the time or patience for him.

Prince Titus quietly followed after Adrian and Yara. He’d better go help clean up the mess too—who knows what will happen to Yara...

With the troublemakers gone, the coffins had to continue forward. Serena thanked the mourners and asked them to stop here—the rest of the journey, they would walk alone.

So many people leaving the city at once was inconvenient. Inspecting each one would waste time, but if they didn’t check, what if enemy spies slipped out? Dominic Zhai would be in trouble.

So... let’s just leave it at that!

The mourners didn’t insist—they all stopped where they were.

The coffins moved on. The city guards were already prepared—once the coffins arrived, they let them pass, so smoothly that the bystanders were stunned.

"Whose funeral is this? Such honor—not just commoners came to mourn, even the city guards let them through." Outside the city gate, those who’d been waiting to enter pointed at Serena’s group and asked.

Unfortunately, those outside the gate didn’t know. Only after entering the city would they learn, and once they heard Serena’s story, they all regretted it.

They should have escorted General Feng and Madame Feng, even for a short while.

Once out of the city, the coffins sped up, and Serena and her companions mounted their horses and rode on.

Inside the city, Crown Prince Terrence Valen watched Serena’s group until they disappeared from sight before finally looking away.

"Such a beautiful trap, and she still broke it. Serena really is Serena—even in this much grief, she can still stay rational." Terrence felt bitter, but he knew Yara had done all she could.

Back then, when Serena was so furious she broke down in tears, she still managed not to hit me. Today’s nothing compared to that." With Terrence was Reid Yale.

The City Lord of Night City had forced Reid Yale to come pay respects to General Feng and Madame Feng. If he’d been willing to kneel and admit fault, things would’ve been even better.

But instead, Reid Yale came and just hid in the teahouse with Terrence.

"You should’ve gone out there. Maybe if you’d knelt, the feud between Night City and Serena would be settled." Terrence was disappointed, but not angry.

No one wanted the child in Yara’s belly anyway. Losing it here was for the best. The child was miscarried in front of General Feng and Madame Feng’s coffins—even if it couldn’t strike at Serena, it would haunt her for a long time.

"Unless I die, I’ll never kneel before Serena." In just over twenty days, Reid Yale had changed—he was darker, thinner, his spirit broken, nothing like the confident youth he’d been.

"Die? When the time comes, you might not even be able to die if you want to. Night City is already in deep trouble, Young City Lord." Terrence didn’t want to say it, but Reid’s attitude was just too annoying.

Reid arched his brow and retorted, "Crown Prince Terrence, you’re exaggerating. Night City’s hundred-year foundation— even the emperors of all four kingdoms have to show us respect. How could we be in deep trouble, just because of Serena? She’s not that powerful yet."

Reid’s arrogance returned for a moment—his dull eyes finally lit up. After so many setbacks, his spirit was broken, and only talk of Night City could bring back a little confidence.

"It’s good for you to have that confidence, Young City Lord." Terrence didn’t say more, but a flash of disdain crossed his eyes.

Respect from the four kingdoms’ emperors? Hmph... Reid, do you still think you’re the same Young City Lord that princes from every nation wanted to win over?

You still don’t realize who you’ve offended, or how dangerous Night City’s situation is. You really are naive. Having a Young City Lord like you is a tragedy for Night City’s people.

Night City’s crisis hasn’t exploded yet, but the signs are there. Otherwise, the City Lord wouldn’t have forced Reid to come apologize to Serena.

Terrence couldn’t pinpoint exactly when it started, but he knew that ten days ago, Night City’s prices began to fluctuate. The changes weren’t obvious, but they touched everything—Terrence saw the trick immediately.

It wasn’t just grain—every price in Night City was off. Anything imported was rising steadily, setting new records.

But Night City’s specialty goods were dropping, hitting historic lows.

Night City’s economy was slowly drifting toward chaos...