Warning in the Name of Feng Zhan’s Daughter

Ninth Royal Uncle Nolan and William Wang Jinling knew this was no longer their fight. Under the gaze of the Eighteen Gentlemen of Skyvault, the two men stepped back, leaving the battlefield to Serena, showing utter disregard for Skyvault Palace's most formidable sword formation.

Their confident, unconcerned demeanor made it seem as though victory was assured—enough to infuriate anyone watching.

"Who told you to stop? Attack! Kill them!" The Palace Master was furious at Nolan's attitude, seeing their arrogance as a direct insult to his authority.

As the Eighteen Gentlemen moved, Sean Xuan spoke up again: "Uncles, for the sake of my late mother, please grant me the time it takes to burn one stick of incense. Of the three guests, two cannot fight. In that time, I promise we won't trouble you."

Sean Xuan's attitude was sincere, his tone earnest. By invoking his deceased mother, he left the Eighteen Gentlemen at a loss, forcing them to look to the Palace Master for instruction.

The Palace Master was trembling with rage, but Madame Skyvault kept her eyes fixed on Serena. She knew this veiled woman was their enemies' trump card—almost certainly Serena herself.

Serena, I never expected you to show up while the entire assassin world is hunting you. You're just as arrogant as ever—no amount of killers can block your path. Just like your mother, who died young.

Madame Skyvault clenched her fist so tightly her nails dug into her palm, but she felt no pain. Her eyes bored into Serena as if she were facing her father's killer.

In fact, Serena was indeed the one threatening to destroy her happiness, yet there was nothing she could do to stop it.

Madame Skyvault didn't notice her other hand was gripping the Palace Master tightly. The Palace Master thought his wife was angered by Sean Xuan and scolded, "You rebellious son, are you trying to start a revolt?"

"Father, I have no interest in Skyvault Palace. I just don't want a father who can't see through people. Do you remember what I said when you married this woman?" Sean Xuan pointed at Madame Skyvault, refusing even to call her by title—making his resolve clear.

The Palace Master frowned but said nothing, only nodding. Of course he remembered—he had nearly beaten Sean Xuan to death over it.

From the look on your face, you must remember. I said this woman wasn't Aunt Mo, and I didn't want her as my mother. But you didn't believe me. You never believed me, not even though I'm your son.

Sean Xuan blamed his father. If he had seen people clearly, Sean would have had a complete family, and Serena might have been his little sister, his treasured baby. But this man ruined his happiness.

"Yes." When William Wang Jinling spoke the name Irene Lu, the Palace Master had already begun to suspect—but he didn't want to face it, afraid he couldn't bear the truth.

Eighteen years... They had two children together before he learned that the person beside him wasn't her.

"Today, I've come to prove it." Sean Xuan ignored Madame Skyvault's increasingly pale face and fierce gaze, pulling off Serena's veil.

"Little Fei!"

Madame Skyvault was truly an expert. The moment Serena's face appeared, she instantly hid her hatred and cried out in surprise: "Little Fei, why are you with Sean Xuan? Did that man trick you—deceive you into joining them and lying to your father and mother?"

There was no doubt who "that man" referred to—William Wang Jinling. William's smile froze; if he knew the phrase "lying down and getting shot," he'd definitely use it here.

This woman truly refused to admit defeat—even at this point, she wouldn't confess her mistake, as if she really believed she was Emma Lu.

"Little Fei?" The Palace Master called out in doubt. The girl before him looked just like Little Fei, but something was different.

Boom... This girl wasn't Little Fei. The Palace Master knew he had to face reality.

"Little Fei, are you Little Fei?" Something inside him collapsed—a belief, a hope. Panic and unease flashed in his eyes. Mechanically, he shook his head, wanting Serena to deny it, to admit she was Little Fei. If she did, he could go on living happily with Emma Lu.

But Serena would never go along with his wishes. She smirked and said to Sean Xuan, "Clearly, they're not one family, so they don't enter the same house. Your father can't even recognize the woman he loves, and the Palace Mistress is even stranger—she can't recognize her own daughter. Did they leave their eyes or their brains at home?"

"You—you’re not Little Fei, who are you? Quick, kill her! Where have you hidden my Little Fei?" Irene Lu fully displayed a mother's panic, but the Eighteen Gentlemen weren't so easily ordered. The moment they saw Serena, they seemed to understand something.

"Why are you all just standing there? Husband, make them act—kill these people! They'll harm Little Fei." The Palace Mistress couldn't command the Eighteen Gentlemen, so she turned to her husband. Unfortunately, by then, the Palace Master was completely stunned.

He knew Little Fei had met someone who looked just like her, but he hadn't expected... this person resembled Emma Lu not just in looks, but in temperament and bearing.

Emma... Irene.

Ha ha ha... He had been fooling himself. Why couldn't he keep lying forever? Why did they have to expose the truth and shatter his happiness?

The Palace Master's eyes grew cloudy and sorrowful, but no one pitied him. Serena glanced at him, then turned to Madame Skyvault: "Madame Skyvault—no, I should call you Aunt Irene—please stop pretending. You're so fake. Don't act like you don't know me. If you didn't know me, would you spend two hundred thousand taels of gold to hire assassins to kill me?"

Aunt Irene... No, better to call you Madame Skyvault. I can't bring myself to call you Aunt. It's bad enough you live under my mother's name—but to use it to hire assassins to kill me? Could you be any more shameless?

Serena's words grew harsher, as if venting the frustration she'd felt from Nolan and William.

"Shut up! Shut up! I didn't—I didn't hire killers to murder you, and I'm not your aunt! Don't go shouting nonsense." Serena's words exposed Madame Skyvault's true nature; she could no longer pretend to be calm, shouting wildly at Serena.

No one paid her any mind—she was just a clown. Without the Palace Master of Skyvault, Irene Lu was nothing.

'Your mother? Who is your mother?' The Palace Master finally found his voice, trembling as he asked.

He hadn't noticed a difference before, but now, side by side, it was obvious—no matter how she tried, Irene could only imitate Emma Lu's mannerisms and personality up to a point.

So alike—far too alike. The girl before him looked just like Emma Lu did years ago. The woman beside him... was just a counterfeit.

My mother's name is Emma Lu, my father is Feng Zhan. Palace Master, Madame Skyvault, I, Serena, in the name of Feng Zhan's daughter, formally warn you: Emma Lu is my father's wife. Please stop using her name. I can accept a shared name, but the same face? That's too much. You make me sick.

Your mother is Emma Lu? Your mother is Emma Lu...' The Palace Master pointed at Serena, trembling, then turned to Madame Skyvault: 'And you? Who are you? Who are you?'

Didn't the eldest son just say? She's Irene Lu—my mother's sister, my aunt in name.' Madame Skyvault didn't answer, so Serena did it for her.