Kill Them, Ninth Royal Uncle, Did You Foresee This

Nothing major has happened at court lately—just a few mid-level corruption and dereliction cases. Several minor officials have been thrown into the Bloodcloak Guard’s prison, but Commander Lucan Lu isn’t rushing to try them; he’s just locked them up, not even putting them to torture.

The Emperor’s birthday is coming up, so it’s not the right time for bloodshed. Plus, Eastlyn, Lyndaria, and Northlyn are all watching. If a major case explodes now, it’ll be a scandal, and the Emperor absolutely won’t allow that to happen.

Everyone in power knows exactly what can and can’t be done; nobody’s going to cross the Emperor’s bottom line.

Serena Feng learned from Dominic Zhai that the officials jailed this time are a mixed bunch—almost every ministry has someone locked up in the Bloodcloak Guard. It looks random, but there’s a lot of hidden connections underneath.

Serena knows this is the Wang and Hsieh clans making their move—starting small, from places nobody notices, so they can catch the other side off guard. She’d only asked William Wang Jinling for help and never asked how he’d do it, nor did she plan to interfere. She doesn’t understand politics or power plays.

William Wang Jinling and the Hsieh clan would never stir up a huge mess before the Emperor’s birthday and risk his displeasure. While everyone’s focused on the birthday, they’re quietly weaving a net—waiting for the right moment to catch everything in one sweep.

Finally, some good news. Serena Feng gave a genuine smile, planning to visit Sun Zhengdao’s estate this afternoon—first to thank him for helping her, and second to remove Madam Sun’s stitches.

Gossip has been rampant lately, so she’s been hiding at home, not leaving the estate. She’s not afraid of rumors, but that doesn’t mean she’s unhurt. She doesn’t want to go out and be pointed at, or face unnecessary trouble. Better to stay in and enjoy some peace—and use the time to arrange clothes-and-hat cenotaphs for her parents.

Seeing Serena Feng finally relax, Dominic Zhai breathed a sigh of relief. He’d fulfilled William Wang Jinling’s request—he’d managed to comfort Serena.

William Wang Jinling has been worried about Serena all this time, but with the gossip swirling, it’s not convenient for him to visit House Feng.

When the carriage stopped, hundreds of beggars surged forward, completely surrounding House Feng’s carriage so tightly that Serena Feng and her party couldn’t move forward or back. The reek from their bodies was so strong, it seeped into the carriage itself.

But the beggars didn’t try to attack. Instead, they banged their broken bowls and started chanting a mocking rhyme about Serena Feng.

Serena Feng—lost her chastity, lives shamelessly, chases after riches, lusts after men...

They sang that Serena Feng lost her virtue before marriage, not only living on in disgrace but constantly entangling herself with men. She had no shame, no upbringing—a woman like her should have ended things long ago, so she wouldn’t stain anyone’s eyes.

With all the banging and singing, a crowd quickly gathered to watch. The tune was catchy, and soon plenty of people picked it up, gossiping as they joined in.

“Miss?” The two maids inside the carriage looked anxiously at Serena Feng, worried she might break down.

“I’m fine.” Serena Feng’s face remained calm, her dark eyes steady and unruffled, as if she’d seen it coming all along.

“Send someone to the yamen and the chief constable’s office. I want this reported.” Serena Feng had no intention of stepping out of the carriage—she was no longer the powerless girl who had to handle everything herself.

Now she was the Marquis of Loyalty’s daughter. Faced with something like this, she didn’t need to fight bare-handed or swallow her grievances. If the Emperor bullied her, she’d have no choice—but these people? Not so easy.

Her reputation was already so ruined it couldn’t get any worse. One more stain didn’t bother her.

“Yes, miss.” The two maids didn’t question Serena Feng’s orders—they simply carried them out.

The guards Serena Feng brought along were all trained by Prince Samuel Manor, but even they couldn’t push through the crowd. With no other option, they turned to her for further instructions.

“Kill. Anyone who blocks the way—kill them all. I’ll take responsibility.” Serena Feng didn’t even blink.

This was obviously organized and premeditated. Serena Feng didn’t know exactly who was behind it, but it didn’t matter. She was willing to kill chickens to scare monkeys. The Ninth Royal Uncle told her to trust him—so she did. Even if she killed people in broad daylight, the Ninth Royal Uncle could protect her.

Of course, if he couldn’t protect her, she had her own ways to survive.

Still, she wondered—had the Ninth Royal Uncle already predicted she’d face something like this? If she could see it coming, surely he could too.

“But...” The guards hesitated. Even the most arrogant royals wouldn’t dare commit murder in broad daylight.

“What’s there to ‘but’? Don’t forget—I’m the Emperor-ennobled daughter of the Marquis of Loyalty. These rabble are blocking and insulting a marquis’s daughter in public. Even if I kill them, no one will say a word against me.” That’s the privilege of rank: commoners who offend royal or noble blood commit a capital crime.

House Feng of Loyalty might not be a true power, but it’s still a second-class marquisate, just beneath the Four Great Dukedoms. Even if the Feng clan was weak and had no real authority, as long as the marquis title remained, Serena Feng was a noblewoman. Killing those who offended her wasn’t a crime—at most, the censors would write her up...

After all, House Feng of Loyalty might be an empty shell, holding only an honorary title with no real power, but as long as that marquisate existed, Serena Feng was still a high-born noblewoman. Killing those who offended her was not a crime; at most, the censors would impeach her on paper...

The main story thus continues to center on Serena’s fight for survival, dignity, and agency in a hostile patriarchal world. Using her modern medical expertise, strategic alliances with figures like William and Prince Samuel, and a dangerous, ambivalent partnership with Nolan, she pushes back against slander, political manipulation, and attempts to turn her into a disposable pawn. Even surrounded by rumors and street-level humiliation, she refuses to bow, instead wielding the very feudal privileges of her marquis status as a weapon to cut a path forward.

Dramatic, tense, and vengeful with a clear female-empowerment, counter-oppression mood; mixes humiliation and crisis with underlying confidence and defiance.

Fast-paced, plot-driven webnovel style; informal, emotionally direct inner monologue; vivid but straightforward description; uses common web-romance tropes like rebirth, identity switch, and face-slapping set-ups.

Primarily adult and older-teen female readers who enjoy long-form Chinese web romance with time-travel/rebirth, palace intrigue, strong medical/competent heroine, and slow-burn power-couple dynamics.

In the current chapter, the political stage briefly calms. No major cases shake the court; only a few medium-sized corruption and dereliction cases send several minor officials into the Bloodcloak Guard’s prison. Commander Lucan Lu deliberately delays trials and forbids torture because the Emperor’s birthday is near and the three neighboring kingdoms—Lyndaria, Southern Lyn, and Northlyn—are watching. The Emperor will not allow bloody scandals while preparing for his longevity celebration. Everyone in power understands the limits and avoids crossing his bottom line.

From Dominic Zhai, Serena learns that the imprisoned officials come from all six ministries, scattered yet subtly interconnected. She realizes this is the Wang and Xie clans quietly making their move: starting from small, unobtrusive targets to lay a net that will later close on larger prey, carefully avoiding any big explosions before the Emperor’s birthday. She never asked William how he would act; she does not understand high-level political maneuvers and chooses not to interfere, trusting his methods.

Relieved to finally hear good news, Serena smiles sincerely for the first time in days and decides to visit Sun Zhengdao that afternoon, both to thank him for helping her and to remove Madam Sun’s stitches. In recent days, gossip has been rampant, and she has been hiding at home, arranging clothes-and-hat cenotaphs for her parents instead of going out to be pointed at and harassed. She is not afraid of rumors, but that does not mean she is unhurt.

Seeing her relax, Dominic feels he has fulfilled William’s request to comfort her. William has been worried about her but, because of the current scandal, has not dared visit House Feng. Given his ambiguous history with Serena, if he is seen entering her estate now, new rumors will claim Serena both entangles the Ninth Royal Uncle and seduces William, snaring Eastlyn’s two brightest men. In that case Serena would become the enemy of all noblewomen in the capital.

Dominic then raises another matter: his grandfather Prince Samuel Zhai asks when Serena can visit Prince Samuel Manor to permanently cure his chronic facial pain. Serena agrees at once, scheduling the surgery for the next morning and noting that acupuncture alone is insufficient; she must make a small incision inside his mouth to sever the pain nerves. Even a battle-hardened prince with countless scars hesitates to go under the knife; not everyone has the courage of Dr. Sun and Madam Sun, who previously accepted Serena’s radical surgical methods.