Crashing Into Trouble, the Scary Power of a Natural Airhead

No one objected to Ninth Royal Uncle's plan—except Simon Sun. Ignoring Nolan's cold look, Simon stepped forward and said, "Master, since those people only want Ninth Royal Uncle's life, then he can go alone to lure them away. You can't fight, so you wouldn't be any help by his side. If you go with him, isn't that even more dangerous? Master, you should stay here instead."

Uh... Ninth Royal Uncle and Serena were both left speechless.

He’s right! Absolutely right.

Dr. Marcus Guile and Dr. Redwater turned away, stifling their laughter: See? Natural airheads are lethal—no joke.

"Did I say something wrong?" Simon Sun looked around at everyone’s silence, then turned to ask Serena.

Serena looked awkward, but still calmly shook her head. Simon hadn’t said anything wrong—in fact, he made perfect sense.

Seeing his master agree, Simon immediately continued, "Master, since I’m not wrong, then you really shouldn’t go with Ninth Royal Uncle. It’s too dangerous—stay here. The Crown Prince needs you."

I need her too! Ninth Royal Uncle shot Simon a dissatisfied look, but Simon’s natural airheadedness was genuine—he didn’t notice at all.

"Uh..." Serena looked at Simon, troubled. There wasn’t a single flaw in his reasoning—but she really couldn’t stay behind. Even if she wanted to, Ninth Royal Uncle wouldn’t let her.

"Master, you really don’t want to stay?" Simon saw Serena hesitate and immediately pressed her.

"Of course not."

"Since not, then stay. I still have so many questions I want to ask you." Simon looked at her hopefully, his eyes pleading. Dr. Redwater, recalling what happened during surgery, also wanted Serena to stay and explain things, and was just about to speak when Dr. Marcus Guile quickly stopped him.

Are you kidding? There are things Simon Sun can say, but they can't. Ninth Royal Uncle tolerates Simon because he's straightforward and pure, but they're not—if they spoke up, they'd offend people, but Simon won't.

"Simon, if you have questions, we can talk when we’re back in the capital. Master can’t stay right now—she has to go." If she doesn't leave, Ninth Royal Uncle will definitely explode.

Simon’s eyes immediately dimmed, and he asked in disappointment, "Why?"

"Well..." Serena looked at Simon, who was so eager for her to stay, and didn’t know how to explain—this really wasn’t easy to explain.

Serena looked to Ninth Royal Uncle for help.

Ninth Royal Uncle calmly looked up, ignoring Serena’s plea for help.

Explaining this to Simon Sun would be a huge hassle. If he was too blunt, he’d hurt Simon and Serena would blame him; if he was too soft, Simon wouldn’t be convinced and Serena would say he was useless. No matter what, it was a lose-lose situation—why would he take it on?

With no help in sight, Serena could only stammer out a vague excuse, saying it was the Shandong matter she had to attend to. Simon knew she was just brushing him off and could only reply quietly. Ninth Royal Uncle, seeing it was time, coldly reminded Serena she needed to leave, finally cutting off her awkward explanation.

Three people, three horses. Zuo An had been waiting for them at the exit for a while. Seeing them arrive late, he gave them a once-over and said in a gloomy tone, "Next time, let me know in advance what you’re planning. Had me waiting here half the day."

"Uh..." Serena was exasperated. She knew Zuo An was busy studying Western medical tools, so being interrupted must have annoyed him. She didn’t argue—just obediently mounted her horse.

After riding for half an hour, they reached a winding mountain path. No matter how skilled they were, it was too dangerous to ride, so they dismounted and led the horses on foot.

They walked for more than half an hour. By the time they reached level ground, dawn had broken.

"Back at the villa again?" Serena looked at the pile of ruins, finally realizing how fierce yesterday’s battle had been. Ninth Royal Uncle had a tough time.

"This is the way down the mountain." That’s right—it was the way down, but also where the enemy had camped. Charging right under their noses was seriously bold.

Only Ninth Royal Uncle could pull this off. As an assassin, Zuo An couldn’t understand his approach, but since Nolan was in charge, Zuo An didn’t care what he did—after all, these people weren’t after his life.

"Watch the horses." Ninth Royal Uncle handed the reins to Serena, signaling Zuo An to follow him. Zuo An didn’t know what Nolan was up to, but didn’t ask—he just followed.

The three horses kept whinnying together. Looking at the rows of tents not far away, Serena quickly calmed them, afraid they’d make too much noise and give away their position.

Ninth Royal Uncle and Zuo An disappeared for nearly a quarter of an hour before returning. They didn’t say what they’d done—just told Serena to mount up and get ready to charge.

Serena could tell everything had gone smoothly. Not wasting a second, she urged her horse into a wild gallop—her life depended on it.

They weren’t far from the camp, so their sudden dash immediately drew the army’s attention. The scouts quickly identified the three riders, shouting, "It’s Ninth Royal Uncle! It’s Ninth Royal Uncle!"

"Ninth Royal Uncle? There’s a road to heaven, yet you choose hell. Since you’ve come to us, don’t blame me for being ruthless. Fire Battalion, get ready—kill them!" The commander’s eyes were bloodshot and his voice hoarse; it was obvious he hadn’t slept all night.

"Charge! Kill Ninth Royal Uncle and you’ll get ten thousand taels of silver and a promotion of three ranks!" The Fire Battalion’s direct superior shouted, riling up his troops.

"Kill Ninth Royal Uncle! Kill Ninth Royal Uncle!"

The soldiers charged forward, with the Fire Battalion leading the way. Their warhorses had dozens of thunder-blast grenades strapped to their sides. As soon as Ninth Royal Uncle entered the blast radius, they lit the grenades and hurled them at him.

But they forgot—lighting the grenades takes time, and that’s all Ninth Royal Uncle and Zuo An needed to make their escape.

"Go!" Ninth Royal Uncle shouted. In the next instant, he soared into the air like a giant eagle, flying off his horse.

With a light tap on his horse’s back, Ninth Royal Uncle leapt in front of Serena, scooped her up, then used Serena’s horse’s head as a springboard. Like a wild goose, he flew over the Fire Battalion, right under the stunned eyes of the soldiers, landing in the middle of the army’s ranks…

Boom—

Dozens of thunder-blast grenades were hurled, explosions thundered, smoke billowed, and flesh flew everywhere—but in the chaos, there was no sign of Ninth Royal Uncle or Serena.

"Where are they?"

"Here! Over here!"

As soon as Ninth Royal Uncle and Zuo An landed, the vanguard surrounded them. The front-line soldiers, hearing this, turned around and saw Nolan surrounded. Delighted, they wheeled their horses to attack again—but…

Everyone wanted to rush back and be the one to kill Ninth Royal Uncle for glory. Without orders from their commanders, they acted on their own, quickly colliding into one another—no one could charge in right away.

The cavalry and Fire Battalion were in disarray, and with just the vanguard, it wouldn’t be easy to take down Ninth Royal Uncle…