If the Sky Falls, Ninth Royal Uncle Will Hold It Up

"If Tyre City deploys troops, fight back with everything you’ve got. If you can seize the city, even better. Don’t worry about your identity—if the sky falls, someone above will hold it up." Not only did Serena give Victor Phoenixfield full authority, she also made sure he had nothing to fear.

If Victor Phoenixfield can take Tyre City, so what if the whole world knows the Phoenixfield Clan has reappeared? The clan has soldiers and grain, and Eastlyn is openly backing them. The other three kingdoms will have to think twice before making a move—they might not even have the guts.

Everyone in this world, even the emperor, bullies the weak and fears the strong. If the Phoenixfield Clan had only one or two people, everyone would be waving flags and shouting for their heads. But if the whole clan shows up with elite troops, most will just threaten them with words—very few will actually dare to send soldiers.

Once the letter was finished, Serena sealed it in a wooden box and sent it off by fast horse.

To reach Lyndaria as soon as possible, Serena was as busy as a spinning top, handling every detail one by one. Only after everything was settled did she have time to say goodbye to William Wang Jinling and General Warren Yu, asking them to keep an eye on Feng Manor so no one would bully her people while she was gone.

"With Ninth Royal Uncle in the Capital, who would dare touch your people?" General Warren Yu hadn’t been in court long, but he was already squeezed ruthlessly by both Nolan and William. His resentment toward those two was beyond words.

"Open attacks are easy to dodge, but hidden arrows are hard to guard against. Ninth Royal Uncle is high up—he can’t cover everything." It was true that no one in Eastlyn dared provoke Nolan, but people working in the shadows were a different story.

These days, there are plenty of people out there looking for trouble.

General Warren Yu was about to say something when William Wang Jinling cut him off: "I’ll have people watching. You be careful too—Lyndaria is Cui Clan territory."

The Cui Clan had only just moved to Lyndaria, but their influence was already spread wide. Serena’s arrival meant she was bound to run into them sooner or later.

"Holden Cui still hasn’t taken control of the Cui Clan?" Serena frowned. Everyone around her was decisive and ruthless—even William Wang Jinling, who seemed gentle, could be fierce when needed. Holden’s soft approach was something Serena really couldn’t stand.

"The Cui Matriarch has passed away." William Wang Jinling got straight to the heart of the problem.

With the Cui Matriarch gone, Holden Cui lost his strongest supporter, and the other branches of the Cui Clan were deeply entrenched. The elders who backed Third Young Master Cui before were all veteran power players. Holden couldn’t move against them right away.

In other words, filial piety kept Holden Cui from making any bold moves right now.

Serena stayed silent. This wasn’t the time to criticize Holden Cui—he’d just lost the grandmother he respected most, and his mind was bound to be scattered. The rest of the Cui Clan had probably set plenty of traps for him too.

"What about your sister’s marriage to Holden?" When parents die, children observe three years’ mourning; for a grandmother, it’s only one year, but Holden might choose to observe the longer period.

"We’ll wait until Holden’s mourning is over." Now that Holden Cui was head of the Cui Clan, it was a good thing for the Wang family. The alliance between the two clans brought plenty of benefits.

The death of Holden Cui’s grandmother really wasn’t good news for Serena. It meant that once she reached Lyndaria, she’d have little chance to ask Holden for help—during mourning, he wouldn’t be able to do much.

"Looks like I’ll have to rely on Crown Prince Titus." Unfortunately, her relationship with Lyndaria’s prince wasn’t close enough for them to help each other much.

After saying goodbye to William Wang Jinling and General Warren Yu, Serena headed to Ninth Prince Manor to wait for Ninth Royal Uncle.

Nolan Dongling was fully aware of what was happening in Lyndaria and didn’t hide it from Serena. As soon as he saw her, he asked directly, "You’ve decided to go to Lyndaria?"

"I’m really worried about Feng Jin’s illness." Over the past few days, more news had come in, and none of it was good.

Serena guessed that Feng Jin’s condition wasn’t just a simple case of water and soil incompatibility.

At times like this, Serena really hated how far apart the two places were. News traveled so slowly—if this were the modern world, even crossing the Pacific would just take a phone call, and flying over would only take a few days.

But now?

By the time news arrived, it was already five or six days old. Even if Serena rushed over, it would take more than half a month—twenty days or more. By the time she got there, Feng Jin’s illness might already be cured, or...

He might die before Serena could treat him.

"By the time you arrive, Feng Jin’s illness might be gone." Nolan Dongling, even if he wanted to send Serena away, wouldn’t make it too obvious.

He’d set up the situation—it was up to Serena whether she jumped in or not.

"I just can’t shake the feeling that Feng Jin’s illness is unusual. Unless I see him safe with my own eyes, I won’t be able to rest easy." Serena’s intuition was hit-or-miss, but lately it had proven accurate every time.

Whenever she had a bad feeling, something always happened.

"The distance between us is too great—I can’t go with you." Nolan Dongling didn’t try to persuade her anymore; he simply let his reluctance and concern show.

"With Master Zuo An’s protection, you don’t need to worry about me." Serena’s voice softened as she looked at the noticeably thinner Nolan. She felt a pang of guilt. "I’ll take care of myself, and you should too... don’t work too hard."

As Nolan Dongling’s woman, she was undeniably neglectful—most of her energy and attention went to her own affairs, leaving little time or care for him...

She was always running around for herself, rarely sparing time or energy for Nolan, and now seeing him so worn down made her heart ache.

But she couldn’t help it—her responsibilities were too heavy, and the Phoenixfield Clan’s survival depended on her.

She had to go to Lyndaria for Feng Jin, just as Nolan Dongling had to stay in the Capital to hold up the sky for Eastlyn and protect her family and the clan.

With one last look, Serena turned and walked out, riding off to fight for Feng Jin’s life.

Behind her, Nolan Dongling remained in the Capital, bearing the weight of Eastlyn’s fate and shielding both her household and the Phoenixfield Clan.

If the sky fell, he would be the one to hold it up.

No matter how far apart they were, their fates were intertwined—each fighting on their own front, each refusing to fall.

— End of Chapter —