Smashing the Scene, the Prostitute Enchantress

Sympathy?

What kind of international joke is this—Crown Prince Terrence having a heart full of sympathy? Does he think Serena Feng is an idiot?

Serena Feng snorted in disdain—but she wouldn’t say that out loud. She’d put it a different way.

"Crown Prince Terrence’s sense of sympathy is truly unique. Instead of pitying the starving, freezing poor, he pours all his compassion into a brothel woman. Crown Prince Terrence, you really are a man of feeling."

Pfft... Crown Prince Terrence’s face went black on the spot; he nearly spat blood.

Serena’s words hit him right where it hurt.

"Pfft—" Lady Ning and Lady Lu couldn’t hold back and stifled a laugh. They whispered to their maids, and one stepped forward gracefully, standing behind Serena Feng. She bowed to Prince Damien and Crown Prince Terrence: “Crown Prince Terrence, Prince Damien, my ladies say that with brothel women present, it’s inconvenient for the noblewomen to show themselves. They beg your pardon.”

"Mm." Crown Prince Terrence’s face was still dark as he responded. Explaining now would only make things worse.

Lady Ning and Lady Lu didn’t linger either—they kept walking forward.

“Those princes from Southlyn and Lyndaria really are something… That whole farce at Feng Manor’s gate was their doing, wasn’t it? Such a low trick—knowing Serena Feng is the only noblewoman here, and still bringing a crowd of brothel women to stir up trouble.”

Luckily Serena Feng had guts and acted decisively, taking control of the situation. Otherwise, today’s Manor‑Entry Banquet at Feng Manor would have been completely ruined—Serena would’ve lost all face and standing. This was her first time hosting an event; if it fell apart, how could she ever establish herself in the Capital? Lady Lu deliberately spoke up for Serena as they entered, making sure Lady Ning heard her.

“It’s truly outrageous. I’ll be sure to tell my father-in-law so he can formally impeach the two of them. How dare they behave so brazenly in our Eastlyn Empire!” Lady Ning was genuinely furious and responded immediately.

Lady Lu smiled in satisfaction, praised Lady Ning, and brought up Serena Feng sending her medicine—knowing Lady Ning had received some too. This topic would surely make the Ning clan view Serena more favorably.

With the Ning clan’s support, Feng Manor’s reputation might recover a bit. No matter the reason, having brothel women cause a scene at your door is disgraceful—and any entanglement with them would only drag Serena Feng’s name down further.

Outside Feng Manor, the crowd of onlookers kept growing—so much so that even those who’d come to congratulate Serena were blocked from entering. Seeing the chaos, they didn’t dare approach and could only wait in the crowd for Crown Prince Terrence and Prince Damien to go in first.

Serena understood—the longer Prince Damien and Crown Prince Terrence lingered outside, the worse it was for everyone. No matter how much she disliked it, for the sake of Feng Manor’s reputation, she had to invite them in.

“Crown Prince Terrence, Prince Damien, you’re guests—please, come in. As for this courtesan, I’m sorry, but Feng Manor does not welcome you.”

It wasn’t that Serena Feng looked down on brothel women. Even if this Enchantress was here for treatment, she couldn’t let her into Feng Manor.

That’s just how the rules of this society worked. If she let Enchantress in, not only Lady Ning and Lady Lu—even Holden Cui would be upset, and she’d be branded as someone who consorts with prostitutes.

“Serena Feng, this young lady came for treatment—are you refusing to heal her?” Of course the princes wanted to go inside, but now, with Serena flipping the script on them, Crown Prince Terrence and Prince Damien were unwilling to let it go.

Crown Prince Terrence, bound by his status, said little and walked up the steps. Prince Damien, with no such restraint, dragged Enchantress along and shoved her right in front of Serena Feng.

Serena only smiled in silence. Prince Damien pressed on, refusing to let it go: “Serena Feng, why won’t you treat her—worried she can’t afford the consultation fee? Don’t worry, if this young lady can’t pay, I’ll cover it myself.”

Prince Damien raised an eyebrow, his long, narrow phoenix eyes colder and more cutting than when they first met.

Serena Feng, don’t think you can bluff your way out of this.

Serena snorted irritably. Would these people die if they didn’t make trouble for her? All they wanted was to ruin her Manor‑Entry Banquet, to keep her from representing Ninth Royal Uncle and calming the officials.

The more they tried to stop her, the more determined she was to succeed.

Serena shot Enchantress a look of pure disgust, a dangerous glint flashing in her eyes. “Your Highness, do you even know what illness this girl has? You dare to touch her—I’m honestly impressed.”

“What illness?” Prince Damien felt uneasy under Serena’s gaze and loosened his grip.

Could it be something contagious?

Serena leaned forward slightly, lowering her voice so only the few of them could hear: “Venereal disease—very contagious!”

“What?” Prince Damien recoiled in horror, instantly jumping away and glaring at Enchantress as if he wanted to kill her.

Wretch!

“No, no, Your Highness, Serena Feng is lying—I’m not sick, I’m not sick!” Enchantress hurried to explain, blurting out the truth in her panic.

Idiot. Crown Prince Terrence and Prince Damien’s faces changed at the same time.

“Serena Feng, you played us!” The two ground their teeth in anger—how humiliating!

Heh… Serena chuckled and shook her head, “Your Highness, you’re overthinking it. The one who fooled you wasn’t me—it was her.”

Serena pointed at Enchantress, “You’ve got some nerve—daring to deceive two princes! Guards, take this woman to the Capital Prefecture Court!”

It’s not the wolf-like opponents you have to worry about—it’s the pig-like ones. Crown Prince Terrence and Prince Damien were utterly dragged down by Enchantress. Serena shot them a look of sympathy.

“Serena Feng, well played.” Crown Prince Terrence and Prince Damien stood aside, offering no help.

Enchantress knew she’d lost. Now, her only hope was to drag Serena Feng’s reputation down with her.

“Your Highnesses, it’s not like that, it’s not! I came to see Miss Feng for treatment, but she wants to kill me just because my name is the same as hers. I’m the courtesan Qingcheng from Blossom Pavilion—my stage name is Qingcheng, just like Miss Feng. When she heard it, she wanted to kill me! Your Highnesses, please…” What a beautiful name, Qingcheng.

She was dragged away and the rest of her words were lost.

Enchantress didn’t care—her eyes flashed with malice.

She wanted Serena Feng’s reputation destroyed, just like hers—so that whenever people mentioned Serena, they’d think of brothels.

“Courtesan Qingcheng—ha! No wonder you’re upset, Serena. If I were in your shoes, I’d feel the same. I understand completely; this woman deserves to die.” Prince Damien deliberately used his inner force to project his voice—everyone present could hear him.

Finally venting his frustration, Crown Prince Terrence’s expression improved. “So that’s what happened—I had no idea. Ahem… Courtesan Qingcheng, Third Prince, don’t say such things. It’s just a coincidence of names. If you say it like that, people will easily misunderstand.”

Those words really did cause a misunderstanding.