The carefree sixth prince, my father respectfully invites me to ascend the throne.

Yang Ling wasn't afraid of Li San Dian or Zhang Er He. No matter how bad he was, he was still the Ninth Prince. How could these people bully him so easily?

Upon hearing this, the men brought by the two wealthy young masters dared not hesitate for a moment, and some of them immediately ran outside.

Yang Ling glanced around, then calmly walked to the chair next to her and sat down.

Mr. Zhuge and Yun'er also went around to the back.

The people standing around were pointing and whispering.

You should know that the person Yang Ling bullied today was Li Sandian's third son, whom he usually doted on. Now that he had been bullied so thoroughly, Li Sandian would definitely not let Yang Ling off the hook.

"Young master, seeing that you are also a foreigner, I advise you to run away quickly."

The old man next to him couldn't bear to watch any longer. His face was full of worry. If they stayed here any longer, and Li San Dian brought his men over, they would probably only have one way out: death.

Everyone else chimed in, urging Yang Ling to run for his life.

Yang Ling remained calm and composed, only offering a slight smile when she heard these words of advice.

Within the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, footsteps echoed on the street. When everyone turned around, they saw twenty or thirty armored soldiers running in formation towards them.

"Who exactly is this Li Sandian, and how can he mobilize the army?"

Yang Ling muttered to himself, but judging from the soldiers' attire, they didn't seem to be from the Great Liang Kingdom's army.

But no matter what, Liangzhou belongs to Daliang. We can't just let foreign troops appear in the city so openly!

"You're the one who just hurt my son."

The next moment, a roar rang out. Yang Ling looked in the direction of the sound and saw a fat man, over eight feet tall, walk out from the crowd.

The man had a dignified demeanor, and his enormous body exuded an overwhelming sense of oppression.

When the onlookers saw the man emerge, they all took twenty or thirty steps back.

This man was Li Sandian. He used to be a rogue and scoundrel, but in recent years he suddenly became rich, married and had a daughter, and became a local tyrant.

Despite this, his nature remained unchanged.

Over the years, because he has his own bodyguards, many people dare not provoke him, let alone lay a hand on his children.

But today is different. Not only did someone lay a hand on his child, but they also beat him in the street.

"Father."

When the rich young master saw Li San Dian arrive, it was as if he had grasped a lifeline.

"Dad, that little bastard beat me so badly! Dad... you have to avenge me!"

After saying that, she started crying and shouting again, as if she had suffered a great injustice.

When Li San Dian heard his beloved son complaining, he immediately flew into a rage.

His already obese face became even more ferocious with anger, and his gaze toward Yang Ling was filled with murderous intent.

Those around them quickly moved away, none of them wanting to be implicated.

"Who gave you the audacity to touch my son, Li San Dian? You're asking for death."

Li San Dian roared angrily, his body radiating a strong murderous aura.

Yang Ling was not afraid at all. As a prince, he would never argue with such thugs.

"Who do you think you are, shouting at me like that? Guards, drag him away and cut out his tongue."

Upon hearing this, Li San Dian's eyes widened as he stared at the reckless person in front of him.

The surrounding people shook their heads at the sight, thinking that this person was simply overestimating himself.

Li Sandian was the most notorious bully in the area. In the past, who would dare to mess with him?

Sure enough, Li San waved his hand, and the soldiers behind him immediately surrounded Yang Ling.

"You brat, how dare you insult me! I don't care if you're a prince or not. Today you dare to bully my son, Li San Dian, and dare to speak rudely to me. Even if the Heavenly King himself came, I would still chop off your head."

Li San Dian was furious and wanted nothing more than to rush forward and tear Yang Ling to pieces.

But who is Yang Ling? How could the eldest son of a great emperor be allowed to be slaughtered by others?

Yang Ling snorted coldly and glanced at the people standing not far away.

He glanced indifferently at the soldiers around him. These twenty or thirty men were only good for bullying ordinary people, but they dared to try and put on airs in front of him. They had really picked the right person.

"Do it!"

Li San Dian shouted loudly, and the men he brought were about to make their move.

At this critical moment, Yang Ling's three thousand armored soldiers also came to the rescue.

In just a moment, the situation on the field completely changed.

Li Sandian stared wide-eyed. What was the background of this person in front of him? Wasn't he just an unpopular Ninth Prince? How come he had so many people under his command?

"Li San Dian, is it? I'll give you two choices: either pay 100,000 taels to ransom him, or I'll confiscate his property right now. Choose one."

Yang Ling spoke indifferently, without even glancing at the other person.

Although Li Sandian was ruthless, he still had some brains.

In the current situation, if I dare to say a single word of dissent, I fear my family and clan will be wiped out.

Adhering to the principle that a wise man doesn't fight a losing battle, Li Sandian, who had been arrogant and domineering just moments before, suddenly changed his tune.

"It's all a misunderstanding. My good-for-nothing son bullied your people first, so paying 100,000 taels is only right."

Yang Ling felt nauseous at Li San Dian's fawning smile; he still preferred the arrogant and domineering Li San Dian from before.

"Since it's a misunderstanding, then pay up!"

Yang Ling spoke lazily.

Li San Dian immediately agreed, "This matter was my son's fault, please forgive his recklessness, I will have someone send the silver notes right away."

After saying that, he turned to the people around him and ordered, "Hurry up and go to the manor to prepare the money. Do you want to see us, father and son, die here?"

The guards were trembling with fear, and hurriedly nodded in agreement before running towards the mansion.

"Wait, I haven't finished speaking yet. One hundred thousand taels of silver is too little. How about two hundred thousand?"

Yang Ling's casual words nearly made Li San Dian vomit blood from anger.

This isn't compensation; this is clearly trying to kill him.

However, a wise man doesn't suffer losses now. If he is humiliated today, he will surely get back tenfold in the future.

Although he was unwilling, he still put on a fawning smile on his face.

Li San Dian gritted his teeth, but still sent his men back to get the silver.

When Yang Ling saw that the man really had 200,000 taels of silver, he immediately regretted asking for too little.

But then I thought again, I'll be staying here for a long time to come, so I can't push these people too hard.

"And what about these soldiers under your command? Are they colluding with foreign powers?"

Yang Ling asked again, her gaze sharp and piercing.

Li Sandian's heart skipped a beat. Was the Ninth Prince going to pin some crime on him again?