The substitute prince: Reported the emperor's brother at the beginning

"How is that possible?" Han Shixian was completely unconvinced and emotionally agitated. "Everyone in the capital knows that the Sixth Prince is arrogant and domineering, looking down on everyone and will never let anyone get away with anything. How could he treat you well?"

"Qin'er, you must have a lot of pain hidden in your heart and don't want to say it, right? Don't worry, I will definitely save you."

Han Shixian took a step forward excitedly and wanted to grab Yang Ziqin's hands.

Yang Ziqin frowned and stepped back: "Brother Shixian, please respect yourself."

"The Sixth Prince has arrived." A servant suddenly announced.

The two of them looked over at the same time.

I saw a pretty little girl, wearing a python robe, and the imposing Sixth Prince walking towards me.

When Yang Ziqin saw him, her heart skipped a beat. Why did the Sixth Prince come here? Did he want to capture her?

If someone saw me and Han Shixian strolling and talking here, would they misunderstand?

Based on Yang Ziqin's understanding of the Sixth Prince, he will definitely not give up.

Worried, he took the initiative to bow slightly: "Greetings, Your Highness."

Ning Yi nodded slightly and said softly, "Hmm."

He looked at Han Shixian again, who was very dissatisfied and angry, and asked calmly, "Who is this?"

Yang Ziqin immediately explained, "This is Brother Han Shixian, the son of the Han family and a family friend of our Yang family."

"The Han family?" Ning Yi looked Han Shixian up and down. "Could it be that the Han family are all ignorant of etiquette?"

This immediately made Han Shixian, who was arrogant, angry. He was feeling aggrieved just now because Yang Ziqin had been avoiding him.

Now this bastard Sixth Prince has come and said this about the Han family.

Han Shixian said angrily: "Sixth Prince, you actually insulted my Han family like this."

"Isn't it?" Ning Yi said disdainfully, "Any minister of the Great Wu Kingdom needs to perform formalities when meeting the royal family."

"Could it be that your Han family is not a minister of the Great Wu Kingdom? Or, are you not a member of the Han family?"

Han Shixian felt aggrieved by the question. No matter how much he didn't accept the Sixth Prince as a bastard, rules were rules.

He had no choice but to bow politely: "Your servant, Han Shixian of the Han family, pays homage to His Royal Highness the Sixth Prince."

Ning Yi waited for a long time before nodding slightly: "That's right, otherwise outsiders will say that your Han family does not abide by the rules of the Great Wu Kingdom."

Han Shixian's face turned pale, but he couldn't get angry because he was a member of the royal family.

Yang Ziqin didn't want the Sixth Prince to keep pestering Han Shixian, so she took the initiative to ask in a calm tone, "Your Highness, what brings you to the Yang Mansion?"

But the next moment, Ning Yi hugged her small waist and held her in his arms.

Yang Ziqin almost screamed out, "There are outsiders here, can't you just be honest?"

But Ning Yi raised his eyebrows and kissed her pretty cheek: "Of course I'm going to take you home."

"Let's go home and rest."

His action was purely to deliberately anger Han Shixian. It was this ignorant guy who was thinking about his woman.

Sure enough, Han Shixian was so angry when he saw that the woman he had been thinking about day and night, his childhood sweetheart, was actually in the arms of such a bastard.

Seeing that the two of them were about to leave, Han Shixian shouted loudly: "Your Highness the Sixth Prince, I have something to ask you. Can you answer it?"

Ning Yi put his arm around the beautiful Yang Ziqin and turned to look at her: "What's the matter?"

Han Shixian stepped forward and said, "It is said that His Highness the Sixth Prince is a man of both civil and military abilities. I happen to be frequently fighting foreign enemies at the border. This time, I have the opportunity to come to the capital, so naturally, I would like to learn some martial arts from His Highness."

"You, want to learn Kung Fu from this prince?" Ning Yi was surprised. Is this guy mentally retarded?

Yang Ziqin immediately stopped him: "No, I'm exhausted today. If Brother Shixian wants to learn from you, there are many famous martial artists in the capital, and the Yang family also has several, enough to satisfy Brother Shixian."

She didn't want to see the Sixth Prince and Zhao Shixian fighting.

Regardless of whether the Sixth Prince can win or not, he is a member of the royal family. If he suffers even the slightest damage, Han Shixian will be held accountable and in trouble.

But Han Shixian just wanted to perform well now, so he deliberately provoked him: "If the Sixth Prince is unwilling to compete, I naturally dare not force him. It's just that there are too many false rumors, making it hard to believe them."

This statement is too obvious.

Yang Ziqin's beautiful eyes were filled with dissatisfaction: "Brother Shixian, you don't have to be so aggressive. We have something else to do, so we'll leave first. You should also get some rest early."

She wanted to take the Sixth Prince away early.

But Ning Yi didn't leave yet, and said meaningfully: "Compared? Of course."

"I just don't know, Mr. Han, what do you want to compete in?"

When Han Shixian saw that the Sixth Prince actually agreed, he couldn't hide the excitement in his eyes.

He just wanted to compete with the Sixth Prince and make this ignorant loser from the capital look bad.

Let the beloved Yang Ziqin see clearly that the so-called prince is nothing but a waste.

Han Shixian immediately said, "Since we want to compete, the prince has the final say. Weapons, fists, kicks, and archery are all acceptable."

He was confident that any one of his abilities was enough to crush the useless Sixth Prince.

Ning Yi nodded slightly: "In that case, let's have a weapon competition."

Han Shixian excitedly urged his servants to bring weapons.

Yang Ziqin's handsome face was filled with worry: "Your Highness, you are a noble being, how could you randomly engage in a fight? Swords and knives have no eyes, if I hurt you..."

Ning Yi interrupted with a wave of his hand: "It's okay, this prince just wants to try it out with the young master of the Han family to see how good his martial arts skills are in the army."

Looking at the two of them standing in the courtyard, Ning Yi randomly chose a sword, while Han Shixian wielded the spear in his hand like a dragon, wielding it freely.

Yang Ziqin looked at the girl leading the way with concern: "Xiu'er, why did you bring the prince here?"

The little girl leading the way, who was in her twenties, was Yang Ziqin's cousin. Her bright big eyes were full of Han Shixian's reflection.

He muttered, "Ah, cousin, this is not my fault. The Sixth Prince asked me to lead the way, and I dared not disobey him. After all, the Yang family's legitimate daughter who offended His Highness last time is still in her hometown in the countryside."

But the little girl Xiu'er's face was full of anticipation, all of which was due to her infatuation with Mr. Han Shixian.

Since her cousin married the Sixth Prince, wouldn’t she have more opportunities if she married Young Master Han?

As for the pretentious Sixth Prince who only uses his royal status to bully others, he is already despised by her and he will be beaten badly soon.

Yang Ziqin couldn't do anything about her. She only hoped that Han Shixian would be sensible and not hurt the Sixth Prince.

......

In the study room.

Han Dingtian drank a bellyful of tea and finally said, "Brother Yang, you must help my younger brother this time."

"The barbarians in the north may send troops south at any time. We can't gather enough food for the hundreds of thousands of troops on the border. We can't let them go to the battlefield hungry, right?"

Yang Long smiled bitterly and shook his head: "Brother, it's not that I, as your elder brother, don't want to help you, it's just that I, an old man, can't do anything about it."

"Don't look at me as the Minister of War. If you need any equipment or something, I can get some from the Ministry of War, but I can't get any military rations at all."

Han Dingtian's dark face was already twisted into a ball of pockmarks: "Brother Yang, my dear brother, can I go and ask the emperor for help?"

"Don't do that." Yang Long stopped us immediately. "Last time, because of the reselling of military rations, the emperor was furious."