Not Allowing You to Plot Against Your Own Husband

Of course, calling Sean Xuan "stupid" is a bit much—Sean is actually just honest and upright. Ninth Royal Uncle has always admired William Wang Jinling’s gentlemanly character, and now he’s starting to appreciate Sean’s stubborn integrity. He sincerely hopes these two will stay that way forever.

After this battle, Skyvault Palace’s strength will be greatly diminished, and Sean Xuan will be busy for a while. With his thirty thousand troops and Skyvault’s traps and mechanisms, wiping out the enemy’s entire force won’t be hard. Of course, to be safe, he’ll drag Skyvault Palace into the fight as well.

“How many Skyvault Palace disciples do you still have who can fight?” Ninth Royal Uncle has never been one for pleasantries—he gets straight to the point, asking Sean Xuan to put his full strength on the line.

Sean Xuan stared at Ninth Royal Uncle in shock. “You want to wipe out the enemy’s entire army?”

If that wasn’t his plan, Ninth Royal Uncle wouldn’t need to ask about fighting strength—he’d just order Sean to send out however many disciples he wanted.

Ninth Royal Uncle’s words meant he wanted Skyvault Palace to throw everything they had into this fight. With such a high price, he obviously intended to leave the enemy with no survivors.

“What? Is that not possible?”

Sean Xuan admitted that Ninth Royal Uncle’s words made his heart race, but the reality was: “It’s difficult.”

Ninth Royal Uncle let out a snort, unimpressed. “Palace Master Sean, if Serena Feng can slaughter your forces at the foot of the mountain, you can certainly wipe out the allied armies of the Three Kingdoms there too.”

Ninth Royal Uncle didn’t say “we”—he only mentioned Sean Xuan. In other words, all the credit for this battle would go to Sean alone.

Don’t forget: with victory comes enemies. If Skyvault Palace wipes out the coalition under its own banner, there’ll be no turning back—the three realms, Eastlyn, Westlyn, and Southlyn, will become our mortal foes, and all hope of reconciliation will vanish.

Ninth Royal Uncle is wringing every last advantage out of everyone. His words are hot-blooded, tempting anyone to agree. Fortunately, Sean Xuan isn’t blinded by dreams of triumph. At these words, he quiets instantly, weighing the gains and losses of this battle.

William Wang Jinling just smiles, silent. Serena Feng looks troubled, wrestling with herself before finally blurting out, “Is this really wise? If we wipe out their hundred thousand troops, what if they’re driven to desperate revenge? Skyvault Palace can handle a hundred thousand—what about three hundred thousand? Five hundred thousand?”

Remember, this is a coalition of three realms. Skyvault Palace might survive as an enemy of one, but we could never afford to provoke all three at once. If that happens, it’ll mean the end of Skyvault Palace on the Nine Provinces continent.

“It’s not a hundred thousand—it’s thirty thousand. To Skyvault Palace, it feels like a hundred thousand, but for Westlyn, it’s only thirty thousand men. Prince Terrence and Prince Damien will mourn their losses, but they don’t have the strength to send more. As for Eastlyn? I swear, as long as I live, Eastlyn’s armies will not march against Skyvault Palace.” Ninth Royal Uncle is determined—he’s making a promise only the Eastlyn Emperor could make: none of those hundred thousand soldiers will leave alive.

After this battle, the real enemy won’t be Sean Xuan, but Lance Quinn. Terrence and Damien only attacked Skyvault Palace because Lance egged them on. Now, not only have they gained nothing, they’ve lost troops and face. With their tempers, you can bet they’ll pin all the blame on Lance Quinn.

“It’s still too risky. Don’t forget, Prince Terrence is Westlyn’s crown prince. Sooner or later, he’ll take the throne. Maybe he can’t get revenge now, but once he’s emperor and remembers the humiliation at Skyvault Palace, what’s to stop him from launching another attack?” Sean Xuan isn’t worried, but Serena Feng voices all the dangers.

Sometimes, war isn’t just about hot-blooded courage—you have to consider the consequences. Wiping out these hundred thousand troops is too severe; Skyvault Palace may not be able to bear the aftermath.

But Ninth Royal Uncle has no intention of letting those hundred thousand men escape. He turns to Serena Feng and asks, “Then do you have a better idea? Should we just let them withdraw? Would they even agree?”

To fight or not to fight—that’s the question. At this point, even if Skyvault Palace wanted to retreat, there’s no way out.