Sulking, Where Did Ninth Royal Uncle Go in the Middle of the Night

Ling Mo's injuries were severe; the wounds in his mouth wouldn't heal anytime soon, and the soft tissue lodged in his throat could only be removed surgically. But in his current state, surgery was out of the question—no one could even say when it might be possible.

The inflammation in Ling Mo's wounds was dangerously high; operating rashly could easily lead to death from postoperative infection or complications. Besides, Serena Feng couldn't determine the exact nature of that soft tissue—she didn’t dare risk a knife without certainty.

Serena Feng would never gamble with a patient’s life. She chose conservative treatment first—stabilizing Ling Mo’s wounds, then planning further interventions once his condition improved.

Aside from Beanie, there were no other assistants in the operating room. Serena Feng struggled to manage alone, working until midnight before finally cleaning Ling Mo’s wounds and applying medicinal powder.

"Watch him. Don’t let him move around, and absolutely no talking or eating. If he’s thirsty, just moisten his lips with a water-soaked swab. I’ll be back in an hour." Serena gave Beanie strict instructions, then shed her doctor’s gown and strode out. Beanie wanted to ask more, but before he could open his mouth, Serena’s figure had already vanished.

Beanie sighed again, full of grievances. For some reason, he suddenly thought of Simon Sun far away in Jiangnan, and felt a pang of envy and longing.

If only he could be as lovable as Simon—then Serena wouldn’t always scold him, and Left Shore wouldn’t beat him up so often.

Boo hoo, he really missed Simon. Simon was the best—he never scolded or hit him.

Serena Feng was in such a hurry because she wanted to reach Ninth Prince Manor before Prince Nolan left for morning court—to explain Ling Mo’s situation in detail and hear what he planned to do.

She was certain Prince Nolan didn’t know Skyvault Fortress possessed a Nine Provinces Treasure Map fragment. If he did, he would’ve already made a move against Skyvault.

Of course, Serena Feng would never go out alone—she called Left Shore to accompany her.

Left Shore shrugged to show he had no problem with it. Without waiting for Serena to speak, he grabbed her by the collar and raced toward Ninth Prince Manor. Then...

In full view of both the visible and hidden guards of Ninth Prince Manor, he unceremoniously tossed Serena into the inner courtyard.

"What kind of routine is this?" The visible and hidden guards of Ninth Prince Manor finally relaxed a bit, then silently exchanged glances, inwardly complaining: Why would Miss Feng come at this hour?

"Cough, cough..." Serena wasn’t scared, but she’d nearly been choked. Sitting on the ground, she coughed violently.

She must've had a grudge against Left Shore in her previous life—this wasn’t the first time. Couldn’t Left Shore use a gentler method? Even if he was afraid Prince Nolan would misunderstand, he didn’t have to hug her, but he could at least pull her along. She wasn’t a sandbag...

Serena gritted her teeth, but the culprit Left Shore had already vanished. With nowhere to vent her anger, she could only climb up from the ground and ask a nearby personal guard, "Where’s Prince Nolan? I have urgent business with him."

"Uh..." The guard looked miserable. The hidden guards could hide, but the personal guards of the manor couldn’t run away.

"What’s wrong?"

The personal guard braced himself and replied, "His—His Highness is not in the manor."

"Not here? Prince Nolan isn’t in the manor at this hour—where could he have gone?" Serena frowned and asked. The personal guard lowered his head, not daring to answer. Serena hadn’t expected him to, so she simply said, "Then I’ll wait for him in his room. Is that alright?"

"Of course, of course." The personal guard wouldn’t dare refuse. He escorted Serena to Prince Nolan’s room and hurried off to notify the butler, telling him that Miss Feng had come to check on the prince in the middle of the night.

But notifying Prince Nolan was easier said than done. The manor’s butler, though a trusted confidant, never knew the prince’s whereabouts—Prince Nolan never shared his movements. The butler could only worry, carefully explaining to Serena that the prince was definitely out on proper business, not carousing.

Serena couldn’t help but laugh and shake her head. She trusted Prince Nolan completely; the butler’s anxiety was unnecessary. After sending the anxious butler away, Serena waited in his room, expecting him to return soon. Unexpectedly, it was almost dawn before Prince Nolan finally came in, bringing a chill with him.

Serena was resting with her eyes closed at the head of the bed, but the sound of movement woke her instantly. Opening her eyes, she saw Prince Nolan in black clothes, his face frosty as he stood before her. Serena instinctively smiled—only to freeze halfway: "Prince Nolan, where did that scent on you come from?"

The scent on Prince Nolan wasn’t the familiar ink-bamboo, but a piercingly cold bamboo fragrance, with a trace of feminine perfume mixed in. Serena found the smell deeply displeasing—and it made her lose a bit of her composure.

"An accident." Prince Nolan’s face darkened, clearly unwilling to say more. Right in front of Serena, he stripped off his black outer garment and tossed it aside in disgust.

"Really? What kind of accident?" Serena wasn’t usually petty, but the scent was obviously woman-related, and it made her uncomfortable.

Was there a woman secretly scheming for Prince Nolan behind her back?

"Are you interrogating me?" Prince Nolan’s eyes narrowed, his chill intensifying.