Counterattack and the Mangy Dogs Prince Terrence Valen and Prince Damien of Southlyn

The servants of Feng Manor were so furious their eyes turned red, fists clenched tight. Each one looked to Serena Feng, ready to strike—even if the targets were princes—if she only gave the order. But...

But Serena Feng didn’t order a beating. Instead, she smiled unconcernedly: “Your Highnesses have been played by this woman yet again. I’m not so petty as to get angry over a name. The reason I want that woman seized is because she’s not some famed courtesan—she’s a fugitive. She’s Lady Qingqiu Rong of the National Duke’s Estate.”

Serena Feng had no inner strength, but she could still raise her voice so everyone present heard her. Of course, just explaining herself without fighting back wasn’t her style. After a brief pause, she continued, “I had no idea Your Highnesses cared so much about sharing a name. Winter—go, pass on my message: have the names of those two dogs at the country estate—‘Prince Terrence Valen’ and ‘Prince Damien of Southlyn’—changed. Wouldn’t want them to misunderstand if we call the dogs. It’s just a name; I doubt the dogs will mind.” When it came to a poisonous tongue, Serena was second to none.

Hahaha... Serena’s words set the crowd roaring with laughter, and the Feng Manor servants were even more delighted.

“Yes, miss! I’ll get the names of those two dogs—‘Prince Terrence Valen’ and ‘Prince Damien of Southlyn’—changed right away.” Winter repeated gleefully, rubbing salt in the wound.

Prince Terrence Valen and Prince Damien of Southlyn were so angry they wanted to kill someone. “Serena Feng, you’re bold!”

“Serena Feng, you’re courting death!”

“Guards, seize her!”

The two princes gave the order in unison. With a click, the guards drew their blades and advanced. But Feng Manor’s own protectors didn’t wait for Serena’s command—they closed ranks around her, refusing to give way!

“Serena Feng, you dare defy us?” Prince Terrence Valen and Prince Damien of Southlyn seemed stunned that Serena would actually stand up to them.

“Why wouldn’t I dare? Your Highnesses haven’t forgotten—this is Eastlyn, right?” Anyone who dared crash Serena Feng’s party deserved whatever humiliation they got.

Prince Terrence Valen and Prince Damien of Southlyn froze. In their anger, they’d forgotten this wasn’t their own country. Even so, royal dignity couldn’t be trampled by Serena Feng. Cold killing intent flashed in their eyes.

Serena Feng showed no fear. Meeting their murderous stares, she said considerately, “What’s wrong, Your Highnesses? It’s only a name. Surely you wouldn’t get angry over something so trivial? If you’re really upset, I’ll bring those two mangy dogs over and let you vent your anger on them. How about it?”

If Serena kept quiet, things might have cooled off, but her words only made Prince Terrence Valen and Prince Damien of Southlyn angrier. Terrence took a deep breath, forcing down his rage.

“Serena Feng, you’re still mouthing off at death’s door. Do you even know what crime you’ve committed?” Insulting royal dignity meant only one outcome—death. Serena Feng had publicly shamed princes, a crime punishable by extermination of her entire clan.

Prince Terrence Valen and Prince Damien of Southlyn had never been humiliated like this before. Serena Feng had actually compared them to mangy dogs—she was courting death.

And they’d forgotten that only a moment ago, they’d been smugly calling her ‘the prostitute Enchantress.’

Want her dead? Even if Serena agreed, the Cui clan would never allow it. She wasn’t worried at all. Just as she was about to speak, someone else cut in first.

“Your Highnesses are certainly imposing. I don’t see what crime Serena Feng has committed. It’s just a name. If Your Highness is unhappy about sharing a name with a dog, just kill the dog—why take it out on an innocent young woman like Serena?”

“The Wang clan’s Grand Heir?” Prince Terrence Valen and Prince Damien of Southlyn recognized the newcomer and cursed themselves for losing their cool over Serena’s ‘mangy dog’ jab. How could they forget that on a day like this, William Wang was bound to show up?

“Greetings, Your Highnesses.” Protected by his guards, William Wang stepped out from the crowd. His gaze was gentle, his manner elegant; his understated greeting counted as proper courtesy.

He ignored the tense, murderous atmosphere at Feng Manor’s gate, calmly climbed the steps, and walked to Serena Feng’s side, his eyes settling on Prince Damien of Southlyn.

“Third Prince, you really are at leisure. Prince Jinxing came to see me recently and mentioned you’ve been quiet lately. I wondered what was up—turns out you’ve been busy bullying Serena instead.”

His words were pure threat: if Prince Damien caused trouble, William wouldn’t hesitate to work with Prince Jinxing and put him on Southlyn’s throne.

The imperial throne was Prince Damien’s weakness. Instantly, his arrogance deflated. He shot Serena a vicious glare, then turned away in silence.

It was as if Heaven itself disliked Prince Terrence Valen and Prince Damien of Southlyn. Right after William Wang’s arrival, Prince Titus of Lyndaria appeared, bearing gifts.

Ever since regaining the use of his legs, Prince Titus loved to walk—as if making up for decades spent unable to move.

Under Prince Terrence Valen’s murderous stare, Prince Titus strolled toward Serena Feng with deliberate elegance, as if showing off his legs. He took each step slowly, savoring the moment.

“Crown Prince, you’re here too? Forgive your younger brother for arriving late.” Prince Titus offered a perfunctory bow to Terrence, then turned to Serena Feng: “Serena, congratulations on your new home. Please accept this small gift.”

See? That’s how a proper guest congratulates someone—so considerate.

“Thank you, Prince Titus. Please, come in…” Serena Feng beamed, all her earlier displeasure swept away.

The Imperial Astrologers were right—today really was an auspicious day. Watching Prince Terrence Valen and Prince Damien of Southlyn get put in their place made Serena happy.

“Hmph…” There was no way Prince Terrence Valen would let Prince Titus enter first—that would be a slap in the face. With a flick of his sleeve, Terrence strode in ahead of Titus.

He had no intention of discussing a ‘mangy dog named Prince Terrence Valen’ in front of Titus. Meanwhile, Damien didn’t dare provoke William Wang—afraid he’d team up with Prince Jinxing out of spite—so he backed down as well.

With William Wang and Prince Titus interrupting, the sword-drawn standoff vanished. Serena wasn’t thrilled about Terrence and Damien entering her manor, but now she couldn’t throw them out in public.

Once the big names went inside, no one else dared linger. One after another, guests hefted their gifts and entered. Most were from Ninth Royal Uncle’s faction—here to gather news and prove his camp hadn’t fallen.

Serena composed herself and walked in with William Wang. The rest didn’t need her personal welcome at the gate.

“Lord Xie, please…”

“Young Master Lu, please…”

“Lord Zhou, please…”

“Lord Sun, please…”

“Lord Zhao, you’re here too.”

“To have both Marquises visit is a true honor—please, come in…”

“Minister, this way please…”

Everyone Serena Feng could imagine—and even those she couldn’t—had come. The impact of Ninth Royal Uncle’s imprisonment had faded, since his sentence kept being delayed. More and more people understood: Ninth Royal Uncle wouldn’t fall so easily.

Hearing all those names, Serena Feng broke into a radiant smile. Today’s banquet would be a triumph. With Holden Cui and William Wang at her side, winning over the officials would be no problem.

Smile, Serena Feng—let’s see how long you and your allies can keep smiling!