If Serena Wants Skyvault, I Will Offer It With Both Hands

Everyone has a weakness. Once you find that weak spot and strike, nothing is impossible. For example, his weakness is Serena, while Sean Xuan's weakness is Madame Feng.

Serena would never use this against Sean Xuan, but he would.

After being righteously rejected by Sean Xuan, William Wang Jinling didn't get angry. Even under Sean's murderous glare, he could still smile like a spring breeze, making it impossible for anyone to stay mad at him.

Such composure—there's only William Wang Jinling in this world. When the negotiation hit a deadlock, William didn't say more, but suddenly stood up. Sean thought he was about to give up, but William changed the subject: "By the way, Young Palace Lord, you've been here so long but haven't paid respects to General Feng and Madame Feng. Serena is busy right now; if you don't mind, shall I take you to pay your respects to them?"

"What is your relationship with Serena? This is Feng Manor—you're not the one in charge here." William's proposal tempted Sean, who had always wanted to pay his respects to Aunt Mo. Unfortunately, Serena never brought it up, and he never found the chance to mention it himself.

He and Serena couldn't exchange more than a couple of words before arguing—and the topic of their arguments was always their engagement.

William paid no mind to Sean's hostility and explained with a smile, "Serena and I are close friends. I know this manor better than you do, so there's no need to be jealous. You waited for Serena for eighteen years, true, but in the first fifteen years of her life, you weren't even part of it. No matter how much you mind me, you can't change that fact."

William's words hit Sean hard.

That's right—Sean started waiting for Serena before she was even born, but Serena never knew he existed. Whether he waited eighteen years or eighty, what difference did it make?

William was telling Sean not to make a fuss about his so-called eighteen years of waiting. Outsiders might think he's deeply devoted, but really, if you choose to wait, who can you blame?

Fine, William Wang Jinling would admit it—he was jealous. Jealous of the fact that Sean Xuan was the fiancé Aunt Mo had chosen for Serena since childhood. William was already scheming about when would be the best time to leak this news to Ninth Royal Uncle.

"I don't need to be jealous of you. From now on, Serena's life will only have me." Sean Xuan gave William a long, deep look and stood up as well. "Grand Heir, after you..."

He could see that this Grand Heir liked Serena, but so what? Serena was Aunt Mo's daughter, born to be his. No one could deny that.

Before he understood the other side, Sean Xuan didn't want to waste time fighting with William Wang Jinling. Everything could wait until after he paid respects to Aunt Mo.

But someone please tell him—what was up with these two coffins in front of him?

"Grand Heir, what is going on here? Why are there two coffins, and who is inside them?" Sean Xuan froze at the doorway, not daring to step into the mourning hall.

Wasn't Aunt Mo supposed to have died long ago? How could...

Her bones still be here in the mourning hall?

"What, Young Palace Lord, you didn't know? General Feng and Madame Feng's remains were only found a couple days ago." William Wang Jinling glanced at Sean Xuan, as if it was inexcusable he didn't know this already.

"Found just a couple days ago? How could Aunt Mo's remains only be found now?" Sean Xuan stood frozen, unable to move.

After Aunt Mo disappeared, what really happened? How could her bones only be discovered so many years after her death?

William Wang Jinling gave Sean Xuan a look but ignored him, walking straight into the mourning hall. He took three incense sticks, knelt respectfully, and bowed his head in deep reverence—this was his first time paying respects to General Feng and Madame Feng.

William's movements were as refined as ever, but it was clear he truly meant every bow to General Feng and Madame Feng.

Uncle, Aunt, I'm sorry for using you.

Uncle, Aunt, rest assured—I swear I’ll take care of Serena and do everything I can to make her happy.

Uncle, Aunt, if I get the chance, I’ll come visit you again.

After bowing three times, William finally rose, placed the incense in the burner, and looked at the still-stunned Sean Xuan. He reminded him, "Young Palace Lord, come in and offer incense to General Feng and Madame Feng first. Whatever you want to say, let's discuss it outside."

He didn’t want to talk about upsetting matters in front of General Feng and Madame Feng.

Sean Xuan was still in shock. William saw he hadn’t moved, so he gave him a push. Only then did Sean walk in, dazed, pick up the incense, kneel, bow, and offer it—completely on autopilot.

When Sean Xuan finally came to, he realized he’d already left the mourning hall and returned to their earlier meeting place. The memory of what he’d just seen made his gaze turn icy, a flash of killing intent passing through his eyes. "Grand Heir, tell me what’s going on here."

Seeing Sean Xuan like this, William Wang Jinling knew persuading him would be easy.

Sure enough, when William finished recounting how Madame Feng fell from the cliff saving the Empress, her body lost for years, and how just days ago Young City Lord Reid Yale brought her remains back and insulted her corpse, Sean Xuan’s fists were already clenched, looking ready to hit someone.

When William said that Prince Terrence and Prince Damien were also involved, Sean Xuan smashed the table beside William with a single punch.

"They dared? They actually dared!" His eyes were bloodshot, veins bulging, looking like he could devour someone alive. It was clear Madame Feng meant everything to Sean Xuan.

William Wang Jinling silently apologized to Madame Feng again, but his face showed nothing. Seizing the moment, he continued, "Young Palace Lord, I assume you know about the feud between Skyvault Palace Sect and House Warren. I don't care whether the Palace Master knew about Sienna's actions or not—I'll hold Skyvault responsible. My guards won't die for nothing."

This attack on Skyvault Palace Sect won't be just House Warren. Even without your cooperation, with me, Ninth Royal Uncle, Prince Terrence, and Prince Damien working together, taking Skyvault won't be difficult. But if you work with us, Skyvault will survive—just with a new Palace Master in charge."

William Wang Jinling didn’t care whether Skyvault Palace Sect was destroyed. As long as the real culprits were punished, he was happy to let Prince Damien and Prince Terrence take the fall if it meant keeping Skyvault around.

"You're actually working with Prince Terrence and Prince Damien?" Clearly, Sean Xuan missed the point—he only heard that William was cooperating with the two who had insulted Aunt Mo's remains, and that was something he couldn't accept.

Those two were the ones who desecrated Aunt Mo’s bones.

"Why not? If someone is willing to charge into battle for me, why should I refuse their help?" William smiled elegantly.

This is what it means to be a strategist—a master who can persuade others to fight for him with nothing but words.

William Wang Jinling was certain that this time, he and Ninth Royal Uncle could achieve everything they wanted without shedding a single drop of blood. Maybe they'd even win favor with the next Palace Master of Skyvault.

Sean Xuan was still furious, but William Wang Jinling didn't care. He simply smiled, "Young Palace Lord, if you want revenge for Aunt Mo, you need to keep your cool. Otherwise, you'll just be a pawn in someone else's game."

Sean Xuan gritted his teeth, his eyes red, but he forced himself to calm down.

"Grand Heir, tell me—what do you want me to do?"