Departure and the Heir’s Forceful Return
With the fate of Eastlyn Empire at stake, of course Ninth Royal Uncle must do his duty. Now is not the time for chaos—Nolan Dongling will not allow the four kingdoms to descend into turmoil at this moment.
"Don't worry. As long as I am here, this world will not fall into chaos." No matter how much you worry, it won't change anything for now. Serena Feng's injuries have mostly healed; tonight may well be the last time he visits Feng Manor in secret.
"I'm not worried. Whether the world is in chaos or not has nothing to do with a woman like me." Serena Feng actually wanted to say that if Eastlyn were destroyed, she'd applaud, but with this man's identity beside her, she swallowed the words.
Unwilling to speak further with Nolan Dongling, Serena Feng closed her eyes and ignored the man. Anyway, once she fell asleep, he would leave.
As usual, once Serena Feng was sound asleep, Nolan Dongling tucked her quilt around her before quietly leaving.
Inside Ninth Prince Manor, it was so quiet it seemed uninhabited. After wandering for half a day without meeting a soul, Nolan Dongling was quite satisfied: "Go, bring the person in."
"Yes." Though it appeared empty, every corner was guarded by experts. With just a word from Ninth Royal Uncle, hidden guards instantly carried out his orders.
Ninth Prince Manor was even more secure than the imperial palace; no one could enter easily.
"Ninth Royal Uncle." The visitor was Evan Zhou, whom Serena Feng mentioned almost every day.
Ninth Royal Uncle didn’t even lift his eyelids. He took an envelope from the desk and placed it on the table: "Inside is what you want."
Evan Zhou's eyes lit up, his breath quickening. He wished he could rush forward and snatch that envelope right now, but he knew perfectly well that even if he got his hands on it, he couldn't walk out of Ninth Prince Manor. Forcing himself to stay calm, he asked, "Why?" Why was Nolan helping him?
"That's my business." From the moment Evan Zhou entered, Nolan Dongling hadn't looked up at him. "I'll have people escort you safely to Southlyn. Once you're there, you'll have to rely on your own ability."
After giving his orders, Nolan Dongling turned and left, leaving Evan Zhou with nothing but his proud, distant silhouette.
Evan Zhou—Prince Nathan of Southlyn, son of Southlyn's late Empress, and the legitimate eldest prince of Eastlyn. With that identity, even without powerful backers, he’d have enough standing in Southlyn to fight for the throne.
The Second Prince of Southlyn, Prince Damien, had the Su Clan behind him—but so what? Southlyn was never a place the Su Clan could dominate alone.
Once Prince Nathan arrived in Southlyn, chaos would erupt. Southlyn would be consumed by internal strife, leaving no energy to threaten Eastlyn. As for Northlyn, for now, it lacked the strength to challenge Eastlyn. And Lyndaria?
If Lyndaria wanted to attack Eastlyn, it would first need to borrow passage through Southlyn and Northlyn, or those two kingdoms would have to join forces. Originally, the three realms could have allied against Eastlyn—but with Southlyn about to implode, it would be tied up in chaos for years.
Lyndaria and Northlyn joining forces?
Nolan Dongling smiled faintly. That would never happen—he simply wouldn’t allow it.
After arranging Evan Zhou’s departure, another report arrived: Lyndaria’s Crown Prince Terrence and Princess Yara had quarreled, and Terrence’s nearly healed wound had split open again. Luckily, the injury wasn’t too serious.