Courting Death, Serena Feng Is Truly Enraged

Serena Feng had deliberately asked the Imperial Astrologers to select the auspicious date for her move—today was absolutely perfect. In the bitter cold of winter, a day of brilliant sunshine was rare. Yet, as always, someone just had to spoil a good thing.

Surrounded by her maids, Serena strode out. From a distance, she radiated a mature elegance and nobility that no ordinary girl possessed, making others instinctively feel inferior. At that moment, the person outside Feng Manor felt the urge to turn and flee.

Once, she had been the one high above, and Serena Feng the one kneeling in humiliation. But now?

Their roles had reversed—now it was Serena, surrounded by attendants, while she herself was trampled underfoot.

The woman at the gate bit her lip and tugged at her pretty but impractical thin silk, trying to warm her nearly frozen body. Seeing Serena Feng just a few dozen steps away from the door, she let go of the fabric and flashed her most seductive smile: "This humble one greets Miss Feng."

Graceful and alluring, every gesture full of charm—her voice was sweet and ingratiating, the kind that could only come from a brothel woman.

Unfortunately, tricks that worked on men were useless on women. Serena stood inside the gate, sizing up the woman before her like merchandise. Only when the woman grew uncomfortable under her gaze did Serena speak: "Miss Zhen, did you lose your way? This is Feng Manor, not the National Duke's estate. Oh, wait... At this hour, shouldn't Miss Zhen be heading to the magistrate's yamen? If I'm not mistaken, Miss Zhen is a wanted criminal."

That's right—the visitor was Rosa Zhen, legitimate daughter of the National Duke, formerly County Princess of Wu'an. To fall from princess to brothel courtesan was a descent from heaven to hell. No wonder the authorities couldn't find Rosa Zhen; she had vanished into the dust and shadows.

Rosa Zhen's smile trembled like a flower in the wind, as if Serena had told a joke. "Miss Feng, you've mistaken me for someone else. I am not Rosa Zhen—I'm Enchantress, the top oiran of Blossom House, named for beauty that can topple a city."

She especially stressed the name 'Enchantress,' as if afraid Serena hadn't heard it clearly.

The top oiran—Enchantress!

As soon as she announced herself, the servants of Feng Manor all changed expression, especially the four season maids—Spring, Summer, Autumn, and Winter—who glared fiercely at Rosa Zhen. Rosa only grew more smug. But Serena showed no anger.

"So, it's the famed oiran. Forgive me for my poor eyesight—I actually mistook a courtesan whose lips have been tasted by ten thousand men for the National Duke's young lady. I thought an old friend had come, so I came out to greet her; turns out it's just a lowly prostitute. Guards—throw her out."

Enchantress, you really have guts. Do I look so easy to bully? Daring to cause trouble today, Rosa Zhen, I'll make you understand the meaning of regret.

"Yes, ma'am!" The hired men swung their staves and pressed in on Rosa Zhen. She hadn't expected Serena to be so ruthless—her face went pale with fear and she collapsed to the ground, frantically shouting: "Stop! Stop, I said! Serena Feng, I'm here to bring you gifts and congratulate you on your move! You can't treat me like this, Serena—you, you..."

Rosa Zhen forgot—she was no longer a high-born young lady, but a prostitute, a woman of low status. No matter how she screamed, no one paid her any mind. Even if the men wanted to show mercy, with Serena present, none dared. In just a few moments, Rosa was beaten and driven down the steps, rolling away...

But things didn't end there. Rosa Zhen's 'grand gift' was just beginning. Suddenly, from various corners, dozens of scantily clad women swarmed over, surrounding Rosa and shouting at the top of their lungs: "Murder! Murder! House Feng of Loyalty is killing people!"

"The Feng family's young lady is killing people!"

These women had powerful voices; their cries pierced the air and were far from unpleasant. Serena could already imagine the crowds that would soon gather to watch the spectacle at her gate.

What a farce. What a 'gift.' The method was crude, but it worked.

If this were any other day, Serena wouldn't have been angry. But today...

It was unforgivable!

She was moving into her manor—countless nobles and officials would come to offer congratulations. Yet her gate was blocked by brothel women. What was this supposed to be?

And of course, what she feared most happened. From afar, Serena saw the carriages of Lady Ning, wife of the Heir to Duke Ning, and Commander Lucan Lu's wife arriving to offer congratulations. But...

Aristocratic ladies absolutely loathed brothel women. Normally, they wouldn't even mention them, let alone encounter them face-to-face. Now, with these courtesans blocking the gate, Lady Ning and Lucan's wife would certainly refuse to enter—and would blame Serena for being so 'improper' as to let them see such a sight.

Rosa Zhen, you're cunning.

Serena beckoned, and Spring and Autumn immediately stepped forward. "Miss?"

"Go ask Lady Ning and Lucan's wife to wait a moment." She had to clear these people out quickly, or the banquet would be ruined.

"Yes, Miss." The two girls hurried forward, intercepting the carriages of Lucan's wife and Lady Ning.

Serena didn't bother with courtesy toward the troublemakers, ordering her guards directly: "Throw them out!"

"Yes, ma'am." Guards were not like ordinary house boys—twenty of them surged forward, each grabbing a woman. No matter how the courtesans clung and struggled, the guards were unmoved, covering their mouths and dragging them outside.

But these brothel women weren't pushovers. If they couldn't move the men, they could move themselves. In a flash, they tore off their own clothes—bare skin exposed, breasts jiggling in the cold. The guards, young and hot-blooded, couldn't help but feel a rush of heat despite the winter chill, stunned for a moment.

That moment of hesitation was all it took—several women broke free and ran toward Feng Manor, ripping off even more clothing as they went. They'd been scantily dressed to begin with; now, nothing was left to cover them.

Summer and Winter blushed and lowered their heads, unable to look. The guards and house boys froze, not knowing what to do—touching these naked women seemed wrong, but not touching them let the chaos spiral.

"Whew..."

Faced with such shameless women, even Serena had a headache. They were clearly here to stir up trouble. She swept a cold gaze over her stunned guards and snapped, "What are you staring at? Move! Throw them out!"

"Y-yes, ma'am..." The guards and house boys groaned inwardly, but had no choice but to charge in again. Of course, the women didn't just stand there waiting—they darted around the gate, squealing and teasing: "Come catch me! Come on, catch me..."

To anyone passing by, it looked like the front of Feng Manor had turned into a brothel—pure disorder.

"Miss Feng, are you satisfied with my grand gift?" Rosa Zhen stood in the middle, tidying her messy hair, looking at Serena with smug defiance.

"It truly is a grand gift. Rosa Zhen, I'll settle this account with your family. If you dare provoke me, be ready to pay the price. Do you still think you're a high-born princess? Do you still think your Zhen clan is untouchable? Hmph... For ruining my Manor-Entry banquet, I'll make every living member of your family wish they were dead." Serena's eyes burned with killing intent.

Today, Rosa Zhen had truly pushed her too far...