The Su Clan’s Daughter Who Dreams of Marrying Ninth Royal Uncle

Compared to the woman in red gauze, whether in dress or in entourage, Serena Feng was far outclassed. Most people might feel inferior or put on a show of arrogant indifference, but Serena Feng was not like that...

She had no need to compare herself to anyone. Win or lose, what did it matter to her?

No matter what happened, she was Serena Feng—one of a kind in the world.

She looked at the other woman with calm detachment and spoke lightly, "Miss Wanwan, you must be joking. Ninth Royal Uncle is not someone any woman can make an exception for."

I can't, and neither can you. Just because Ninth Royal Uncle is waiting here doesn't mean he's breaking his rules for you.

Serena Feng smiled, but the sharpness in her eyes was unmistakable.

"Interesting. My name is Su Wan, from the Southern Lyn Su Clan. And you?" Su Wan didn't like Serena Feng—really didn't like her.

She was dressed in luxurious clothes, surrounded by servants, her status beyond compare. Yet this woman, in plain attire and standing alone, still possessed an aura that could stand against her—and even faintly press above her.

Both women, even if they didn't like the same man, would never like Serena Feng. Let alone the fact that they both liked Ninth Royal Uncle.

Southern Lyn Su Clan? Not Eastlyn?

Serena Feng sized up the woman before her and said crisply, "Serena Feng."

"Serena Feng? Never heard of you." Su Wan's delicate nose twitched, as if to show she meant no offense, just stating a fact.

"That's normal. I haven't heard of you either, Miss Su." If she got angry over this, she'd really be foolish.

It's not as if she's the famous William Wang Jinling; not being known is perfectly normal.

Su Wan shot Serena a mocking look, full of contempt, but also a hint of sympathy and pity.

Serena almost laughed. Who did this woman think she was?

So dull. Serena couldn't be bothered, but Su Wan wouldn't let her off so easily. A maid holding a palace lantern stepped forward, adopting a lecturing tone:

"Ignorant village woman, you don't even know who my lady is. Listen up... My lady is the legitimate daughter of the Southern Lyn Su Clan. The Empress of Southern Lyn is my lady's elder sister, the Grand Empress Dowager is her aunt, the Lady of Night City is also her aunt, and the Noble Consort of Northern Lyn is her cousin..."

The maid wanted to continue, but Su Wan waved her hand nonchalantly.

"Red Sleeve, that's enough."

But if she truly didn't care, why let her maid say all that? Serena couldn't help but be amused by Su Wan's act.

"Yes, my lady." Red Sleeve immediately fell silent and respectfully stepped back, but not before warning Serena: "Now you know who my lady is, don't you?"

"I know... the Empress's sister, the Grand Empress Dowager's niece, the Lady of Night City's niece, the Noble Consort's cousin. But what does that have to do with your lady herself? Which emperor's consort is she?" Serena looked at Su Wan with a half-smile.

Impressive connections, sure. But what does it matter? A family that relies on its women to hold up the house—how can they be proud of that? It's embarrassing.

The Su Clan men must all be living off women, huh.

"How dare you! My lady's status is far above what a village woman like you can discuss." Red Sleeve's face was stern, and she actually managed a bit of authority.

Village woman this, village woman that. Serena saw right through the maid's game—putting her down to lift Su Wan up. There are better ways to do it than this.

Even a clay figurine has some temper, and Serena Feng is no clay figurine.

Serena snorted coldly, her tone full of disdain: "Noble status? So what if your lady is noble? That only counts in Southern Lyn. Don't forget, this is Eastlyn. Here, the Empress and Noble Consort aren't named Su. If you want to throw your weight around here, wait until your Su Clan daughter marries into Eastlyn."

Does this woman really think she can marry into Eastlyn? Is she aiming for Ninth Royal Uncle?

Hmph... Who is Ninth Royal Uncle, anyway? As if he'd let anyone choose him. Su Wan is bound to be disappointed.

Serena let out a soft laugh and gave Su Wan a meaningful look, silently returning the pity and sympathy Su Wan had shown her.

A daughter of the Su Clan is certainly high-born, but so what? In the end, she's just a chess piece. No matter how precious, she's still held in someone else's hand.

I pity you, Su Wan!

Serena said it silently, as if she had seen through everything.

Su Wan's hand tightened and her face changed, but just as she was about to speak, she remembered Ninth Royal Uncle was here. Instantly, she relaxed, her smile returning flawlessly.

Serena secretly admired her.

The Su Clan's daughters aren't just beautiful—their ability to change faces is unmatched.

Su Wan—the Su Clan's daughter—really is no ordinary woman. If someone like her married into Eastlyn, the empire would surely feel the tremors.

Hearing Su Wan's background, Serena was certain: Ninth Royal Uncle would never get entangled with her. And even if he did, he'd cut it off. A domineering man like him could never tolerate such an ambitious woman.

Su Wan wanted to put Serena in her place, but instead, she lost face herself.

Anyone else might have gotten angry, but Su Wan acted as if nothing had happened. Smiling, she said a few words to Serena, then smoothly shifted the topic to Ninth Royal Uncle:

"Ninth Royal Uncle, Wendy's been here for ages and you haven't even greeted me?"

"The item?" Nolan Eastlyn didn't even turn his head, completely ignoring her.

"All you care about is the item? Wendy went through so much trouble to bring it to you. Don't you even feel sorry for me?" Su Wan pouted, her tone playful—not truly angry, just a woman's way of coaxing a man. Ordinary tricks, but when a beauty like her did it, it was something else.

A daughter of the Su Clan who can marry so well is obviously exceptional.

"You asked for it. Blame no one." Feel sorry? Nolan Eastlyn scoffed.

Because of her, he'd waited here half the night, and she still expected sympathy.

He hated being manipulated. Su Wan's attempt to prove her "specialness" only backfired.

"Fine, Wendy brought this on herself. But who told me to care about you, Ninth Royal Uncle?" Su Wan muttered, her lips red and alluring—irresistible, yet no one appreciated it.

Su Wan stood up, her steps light as a lotus, and walked toward Ninth Royal Uncle.

With the danger gone, Serena folded her arms and stood to the side, watching the show.

"Ninth Royal Uncle, here's the item you wanted." Su Wan's cleverness lay in knowing when to advance and retreat.

All her trouble with Serena was just to test Nolan Eastlyn's attitude. Once she saw he wasn't siding with Serena, she knew Serena held no special place in his eyes.

And now?

Nolan Eastlyn was clearly displeased, so Su Wan didn't push further and handed over the item without fuss.

Only then did Nolan turn around, not sparing Su Wan a glance. He took the blue cloth bundle from her and put it away.

"You can leave now." Classic bridge-burning—yet you couldn't even hate him for it. That's just how Ninth Royal Uncle was.

"Aren't you going to check what's inside?" Su Wan's eyes sparkled.

"I trust the Su Clan's credit. Besides, waiting half the night in this wilderness wasn't for nothing." Nolan's words were light, but Su Wan felt a chill run through her.

His meaning: the Su Clan wouldn't dare cheat him. But for making him wait in the wilderness, they'd pay the price sooner or later...

Su Wan bit her lip, secretly anxious. Had she made a mistake listening to Cousin Night and inviting Ninth Royal Uncle here...?