City Lord Chapter 351

In the Royal City of Siacan, within Princess Lucy's courtyard in the palace.

At this moment, an unpleasant conversation was taking place—or rather, it was a one-sided command, with one party demanding that the other comply with his wishes.

"Lucy, as your elder brother, you should support me more. Once I become king, I will surely treat you well." Said Prince Lucia with great sincerity.

"Well..." Lucy shrank back slightly, her voice timid. "Brother, please allow me some time to think about it."

"Think about it?" Prince Lucia frowned but soon relaxed his expression and laughed heartily. "Alright, take your time. When you've made up your mind, give me an answer."

Without waiting for Lucy’s response, Prince Lucia rose to his feet, flicked his sleeve, and strode out of the courtyard. The moment he turned away, his face darkened like ink.

“Phew…”

Lucy watched as the prince departed, patting her chest and letting out a soft sigh of relief. Life hasn't been easy for her lately.

Over the past few days, Prince Lucia, the Second Prince, and the Fourth Prince had been taking turns sending messengers to pressure her. They all wanted her to write a novel featuring them as the main protagonist.

Writing wasn’t the issue—but they wanted to dictate the plot, the villains, and even the ending. The story had to glorify their greatness, highlight their many achievements, and, of course, conveniently vilify their rivals—their competitors for the throne. Naturally, every version of the story ended with them becoming king.

How was she supposed to write that? She simply couldn’t. Even if she could, she wouldn’t dare. Their father would surely reprimand her, and besides, she had no desire to write such a thing. It completely went against her original aspirations and beliefs.

And so, Princess Lucy feigned illness, refusing to leave her courtyard or meet with anyone. Yet, even this couldn’t shield her. Prince Lucia personally came knocking—or rather, forced his way in—claiming to be concerned about his little sister’s health.

But the moment she turned him down, he stormed off in anger, flicking his sleeve as he left. That alone made it painfully clear to Lucy—her brothers only wanted to exploit her influence among the nobility and merchants to bolster their own reputations.

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Prince Lucia walked away with a dark expression, fury simmering in his chest. Consider it? To him, that was already a rejection. How audacious! A wild princess born of a lowly concubine dared to refuse him?

Unfortunately, he had spent years carefully crafting the image of a refined and charming prince. Losing his temper now would ruin everything. Otherwise, he would have slammed the table and berated Lucy on the spot. She dares to hesitate over my request? What, is she planning to write a book for that barbarian, Greena, instead?

Tap, tap, tap…

His boots struck the stone pavement as he walked, his mind already turning over his next move.

Lucia had barely stepped out of the courtyard when his eyes fell on someone he utterly despised—the Second Prince, Greena.

That barbarian. The one who posed the greatest threat to his claim to the throne.

"Oh? If it isn’t my dear younger brother," Lucia said with a beaming smile, his tone warm and friendly. "What brings you here? Have you come to visit little sister Lucy as well?"

His voice was full of false cheer, but deep down, he could barely restrain his urge to run a sword through Greena’s chest.

"Hmph… mind your own business," Greena scoffed, his tone cold. He curled his lips in disdain. "Looks like you're trying to get something from our little sister too. So? Did she agree to your request?"

"She said she'd think about it," Lucia replied smoothly, a glint of frost flashing through his half-lidded eyes. He stepped past Greena, throwing out a casual remark as he walked away, "I hope you succeed."

"…"

Greena turned his head, watching Lucia’s retreating figure. He could hear the hidden meaning in his brother's words—especially the way Lucia had emphasized succeed. It was a veiled jab, an insinuation that Greena was doomed to fail.

"Just wait and see." Greena muttered coldly.

Without hesitation, he strode toward Princess Lucy’s courtyard. Unlike his elder brother, he didn’t bother with pleasantries. Instead of knocking, he simply shoved the door open with force.

This was Greena’s nature. If Lucia played the role of the refined and elegant noble, then Greena was the blunt and straightforward warrior. Or, to put it less kindly—he was just plain hot-tempered.

"BANG!"

The heavy door slammed against the wall.

The courtyard door burst open with a loud BANG, the wooden panels slamming against the wall. A booming voice followed immediately after.

"Lucy! Your second brother is here to see you!"

"Ugh…"

Lucy, who had just started to relax, tensed up again. Her eyes widened as she nervously watched Greena stride into the courtyard.

If Prince Lucia still had some regard for etiquette and refrained from crossing certain lines, then Greena was the complete opposite—he had never cared for formalities. He had a history of pointing at people’s noses and cursing them out in public without a second thought.

Lucy quickly rose to her feet, pinching the hem of her dress as she performed a noble’s curtsy.

"Greetings, Second Brother."

"Ah, drop all that fake politeness." Greena waved dismissively, his voice as casual as ever. Then, without the slightest hesitation, he got straight to the point.

"Lucy, about the matter I mentioned before—what do you think?"

He got straight to the point. "Big Brother was just here, wasn’t he? He must’ve asked you the same thing. You were right to turn him down! But you should help me write the novel instead!"

Greena patted his chest confidently. "Look at me! I’m good-looking, aren’t I? And I can slay enemies! If dragons were real, I’d be the first to go out and kill one—no problem at all!"

"…"

Lucy blinked, momentarily stunned as Greena rambled on, jumping from one wild claim to another. When he got particularly excited, he even started waving his arms around, as if reenacting his future heroic feats.

"Well? What do you think?" Greena finally paused and looked at her, frowning. "This is really important to me. If I become king, I’ll make sure your novels are promoted throughout the entire kingdom!"

Of course, when he said promote her novels, what he actually meant was making sure every citizen get a copy of The Autobiography of King Greena—a grand tale of his unparalleled strength and glory.

“This…” Lucy’s face showed hesitation. Her small hands twisted together, and she looked timidly at Greena. “Second Brother, please… give me some time to think about it.”

“Think? What’s there to think about?” Greena slammed both hands on the stone table, his eyes wide with frustration. “Don’t tell me you’re planning to write for that fat pig?”

“I…” Lucy instinctively shrank back, her golden eyes filled with fear. She shook her head frantically. “No, that’s not it…”

“Then what is it?” Greena leaned in closer, his voice gruff and impatient. “Are you even my little sister or not? If you won’t even do me this tiny favor, then what’s the point?”

“This…” Lucy bit her lip, her expression helpless. Her eyes shimmered with unshed tears. She truly didn’t know what to do.

“Oh, now you’re gonna cry?” Greena scowled and raised a hand, reaching for her hair. If she wouldn’t agree willingly, then he’d just have to force her.

Today, no matter what, he was going to make Lucy write that novel for him.

He knew his reputation wasn’t great, and the only way to salvage it was by borrowing Lucy’s prestige. For the throne, he was willing to do anything—no matter how ruthless.

"Whoosh!"

A small stone shot through the air, striking Greena’s arm with pinpoint accuracy.

"Ah!"

Greena let out a pained grunt, instinctively clutching his arm as he staggered back a step. His pupils shrank as he fixated on the figure rushing toward him.

But what truly made his heart pound wasn’t just the sudden attack—it was the gleaming claw blades in the person’s hand, shimmering with deadly intent.

"Jones, stop!" Lucy gasped in alarm.

The razor-sharp claw blade halted just a hair’s breadth from Greena’s throat.

A pair of crimson eyes locked onto him—cold, arrogant, and laced with a lethal mystery. There was an almost hypnotic danger in them, an undeniable allure that sent a chill down Greena’s spine.