Urgent Summons, As Long As Ninth Royal Uncle Is Happy

This time, Dorian Owen was completely honest—he laid out his mission, every detail, right in front of Zed. When Zed finished listening, he stared at Dorian with open suspicion.

"You snuck into Feng Manor to assassinate Serena Feng? With your skills?" Zed sneered. "You couldn't even handle me, and you think you can kill Serena Feng? Are you sure you haven't lost your mind?"

"What's wrong with me? Why can't I kill Serena Feng?" Dorian bristled at the doubt, his anger flaring up and making him forget the pain. He stiffened his neck and snapped back.

Zed looked at him with utter contempt. "You? Please. If you want to kill Serena Feng, you'll have to wait for your next next next life."

"You look down on me!" Dorian's whole body trembled with agitation, and his wounds started bleeding again from the movement.

But neither Dorian Owen nor Zed cared about such trivial matters. A little blood wasn't going to kill them. Compared to that, their focus was entirely on the plan to assassinate Serena Feng.

"There's nothing about you that's worth my respect."

Zed was a child in body, but ruthless as an adult. Dorian Owen was the opposite: an adult outside, but impulsive and childish at heart. Of course Zed looked down on him.

"Even I can torture you half to death. With your abilities, you still dream of killing Serena Feng? You're seriously overestimating yourself."

If Serena Feng were that easy to deal with, Zed—the Demon Sect heir—wouldn't have had to swallow his pride like this.

"You—you—you... You're just a brat! I was going easy on you, that's all. I let you win, yeah, that's right—I let you!" Dorian Owen got so worked up he managed to sit up, but even so, he still didn't have the strength to take out Zed.

"Stubborn fool. I don't bother with idiots like you," Zed sneered, his look so contemptuous it made Dorian's heart ache with rage.

Ugh, that bastard Zuo An always looks at him like this. Dorian could accept being looked down on by Zuo An—he wasn't Zuo An's match, after all.

But to be scorned by a kid? That was just too much for him to bear.

"Just you wait! I swear, I'll kill Serena Feng and show you!" Dorian Owen vowed furiously—if he couldn't kill Serena Feng, he'd never go back to the Assassin Alliance.

"That'll be the day—maybe when pigs fly," Zed shot back mercilessly.

Stung by the jab, Dorian blurted out, "As long as I can get close to Serena Feng, I can kill her."

"Oh, really?"

"Of course! I'm the best assassin—I've never failed a job." Dorian Owen boasted, smug. Zed just snorted and ignored him, then said, "Fine. I'll give you a chance. When Serena Feng comes back, I'll find a way to bring her here to see you. Make the most of it."

"What? You're going to help me?" Dorian was stunned again, and the more he looked at this kid, the more terrifying he seemed.

Isn't he living in Feng Manor? Why would he help me kill Serena Feng?

"Why not?" Zed blinked innocently, but Dorian Owen felt a chill run down his spine. He quickly nodded and flattered, "Of course you can, boss. You can do whatever you want."

"Yeah, that's what my father says too. In this world, there's nothing I can't do, and no one I can't kill." Zed replied seriously. "Rest up and heal. I'll bring Serena Feng here, and I'll send Zuo An away. Make sure you seize this chance. If you fail..."

Zed didn't finish the sentence, but Dorian Owen could already imagine how miserable the outcome would be. He froze, and only after Zed had left for a while did he snap out of it...

"Ow, damn, this hurts." Looking at the holes all over his body, Dorian Owen felt so angry he could kill Zed.

"That brat—he's vicious, and he's still just a kid!" Dorian's eyes reddened at the sight of the chunks of flesh on the floor.

He'd never suffered like this before. Still, when he realized his manhood was intact, Dorian Owen felt a little relieved.

At least he wasn't a eunuch. If he had been, Zuo An would laugh himself to death.

Ugh... If Zuo An found out he'd been beaten so badly by a kid, he'd never hear the end of it.

No way—this can't get out. Even if it kills me, I won't let a third person know that I got wrecked by a child.

After thinking it through, Dorian Owen finally came up with a plan. He also figured out what story to feed Simon Sun, so he started howling at the top of his lungs.

By now, Dorian Owen had recovered some strength, and he didn't hold back—he rolled on the ground like a madman, clawing at himself until he was covered in fresh wounds.

Fake suffering only works if the pain is real. Dorian was already badly injured, and now, with all this thrashing and scratching, the pain was absolutely excruciating.

At least the agony paid off—Simon Sun rushed in, saw the mess of flesh on the floor and Dorian Owen acting deranged, and grew even more sympathetic.

When the butler learned Dorian Owen had mental issues and liked to hurt himself, he finally relaxed.

With injuries like those, even if something was off about Dorian, he wouldn't have the energy to attack anyone. Besides, if he really had evil intentions, he wouldn't have gone through all this after sneaking into Feng Manor.

He really was half dead. After all the punishment he'd endured, Dorian Owen passed out before his wounds could even be cleaned—proof of just how ruthless Zed had been.

Ninth Royal Uncle had finally found some leisure time and brought Serena Feng to the Suburban Villa for a holiday. He wanted to stay a few days longer, but plans changed fast—a sudden imperial edict arrived, urgent military matters, and the Emperor demanded Ninth Royal Uncle return to the palace at once.

Duty came first. Even if Ninth Royal Uncle didn't want to give the Emperor face, he still had to go. Serena Feng didn't mind—she told him to handle official business first, and they'd have plenty of chances to vacation later.

Although it wasn't dark yet, it would be late by the time they reached the capital, and the journey would be exhausting. Ninth Royal Uncle wanted Serena Feng to stay at the Suburban Villa and wait for him to finish his business, then come straight back.

Normally, Serena Feng would have stayed at the Suburban Villa. But thanks to her lingering anxiety, she insisted on returning to Feng Manor—she knew she wouldn't be at ease until she saw Zed.

Ninth Royal Uncle saw that Serena Feng had made up her mind. And considering the villa's defenses were nothing compared to Feng Manor, he didn't argue—he took her back to the city with him.

To make good time, everyone rode on horseback. Serena Feng's riding skills were legendary throughout the capital, but Ninth Royal Uncle refused to let her ride alone—he insisted they share a horse.

Serena Feng was about to refuse, but seeing Ninth Royal Uncle's awkward expression, she gave in.

With Serena finally in his arms, Ninth Royal Uncle was completely satisfied. He wrapped one arm around her waist, took the reins with the other, and, full of spirit, called out, "Let's go!"

The guards behind them kept their faces straight, but their trembling shoulders gave away how amused they really were.

They hadn't forgotten the time Ninth Royal Uncle deliberately prepared one fewer horse, hoping to ride with Miss Feng, only for...

Ninth Royal Uncle couldn't bring himself to say it, and Miss Feng didn't get the hint—she simply picked her own horse early, leaving Ninth Royal Uncle fuming.

Of course, the guards got plenty of cold looks for it—the official reason was that they hadn't done their jobs well enough.

But this time, everything went smoothly. Ninth Royal Uncle finally got his wish, and the guards wouldn't suffer for it.

So, the whole group was in high spirits. As for that so-called urgent military situation? Not a single one of them cared.

No matter how urgent the military crisis, nothing was more important than Ninth Royal Uncle's mood!