Moving the Spirit, This Prince Is Truly Tired

Do I resent it? Maybe I do. But can resentment change what’s already happened?

Compared to resentment, Serena actually felt more glad. If Nolan tried to protect her by hiding her away in the dark, then she would truly resent him. After all, even the deepest love can be worn away by relentless trouble. If Nolan only thought about shielding her, it would mean he had already given up on her.

Everyone knew this deep down. Why would Nolan bring this up after being ambushed—did something happen to him?

Suspicious, Serena didn't press further. Instead, she followed Nolan's lead and replied, 'If I said I resented you, would you stop?'

Nolan shook his head without hesitation. 'No. If you want to stand by my side, you have to bear all of this.' He wanted both the world and Serena—he would not sacrifice her for power, nor abandon power for her.

'Since that's the case, what's the point in asking? My answer doesn't matter to you.' Nolan had always been forceful, never giving Serena the chance to refuse.

Your answer may not change my decision, but to me, it matters a lot!

Nolan wanted to say it, but held back. What would be the point? As Serena said—even if he spoke, nothing would change. Once Nolan made up his mind, no one could move him.

'Yes. Your answer doesn’t matter; whatever it is, you have no choice but to accept.' Nolan’s voice was hard. His tired eyes were still bright and resolute as he met Serena’s gaze, the faint authority in his look warning her not to back down.

Why is he acting like a child? Serena smiled wryly, but Nolan was determined to hear her answer. Only when Serena nodded lightly did Nolan finally look away, relaxing completely. He reached out and pulled Serena into his arms.

"Serena, I'm tired. Let me rest for a while." Nolan's voice was low, the weight of the day heavy on his shoulders.

He really was tired. From the moment he entered the Capital, he hadn’t stopped for a second. After entering the palace, he sparred repeatedly with the Emperor, left exhausted, and then faced a series of ambushes. He was used to this kind of life, but in the end, it wears you down. Especially today, when his beloved royal brother stabbed him in the heart, hurting him so much it made him bleed inside.

"Alright, rest easy. I’m here." Serena's suspicion only grew as she looked down at Nolan, who had closed his eyes and lay quietly in her arms, trying to recover.

What exactly happened to Nolan in the palace to make him so weary? Serena could sense that Nolan’s exhaustion was from the heart, not just the body.

The two of them just quietly embraced until one of Nolan’s personal guards arrived to report they had captured an assassin alive. Only then did Nolan let go of Serena, straighten his collar, and return to his usual cold, imposing self—full of fighting spirit, as though he had never shown any vulnerability.

"You need to be extra careful these days. I’ll be busy and won’t have time to look after you. Don’t worry about Skyvault Palace Sect—I’ll handle it soon." Nolan gave these instructions, then strode away without looking back.

Skyvault Palace Sect—if they dared threaten him, they’d better be prepared to face the consequences.

Serena could only nod, unable to say anything before Nolan left. After he was gone, she carefully replayed everything he’d said today in her mind.

Nolan had arrived in a foul mood, low and irritable. His final words made it clear that his conflict with Skyvault Palace Sect had escalated; it was no longer just about Sienna Skyvault.

Serena thought for a long time but still couldn’t figure out what had happened. She pressed a button in her room, and soon Mira Tang came in.