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

Yang Ling stood in front of the door for a long time. The person inside the sedan chair seemed to know Yang Ling's true intention and slowly lifted the sedan curtain.

A handsome man emerged from the sedan chair. He was dressed in white and had a very refined appearance, though his face was somewhat pale.

Upon seeing this person, Yang Ling frowned immediately. Surely such a frail young master wouldn't come looking for trouble?

"Your Highness, Ninth Prince, I pay my respects!"

The man bowed slightly to Yang Ling, a faint smile on his face.

"May I ask where you are from, sir?"

Yang Ling asked, "Judging from the other person's words and actions, this person is definitely not a simple character."

The man didn't answer, but slowly walked towards Yang Ling.

"Stop right there! If you take another step forward, I guarantee I can kill you with one punch!"

When Li Tianba saw that the man was about to step forward without saying a word, he immediately became furious.

Perhaps intimidated by Li Tianba's imposing presence, the white-robed young man stood still.

"Your Highness has just arrived in Liangzhou and no one has come to entertain you. I have prepared a banquet, and I would be honored if Your Highness would attend!"

Hearing the white-robed young man's words, Yang Ling's eyes darted around.

This person gave him a rather sinister feeling; if he agreed, it would probably be another trap.

But it doesn't matter. How can he carry out his plan if he doesn't completely convince these guys?

"Since you've said so, then please lead the way!"

Yang Ling said something indifferently, then glanced at Li Tianba.

If something really goes wrong, Li Tianba should be able to protect himself.

The young man in white nodded, then turned and invited Yang Ling into the sedan chair.

The entire route was lined with blooming flowers, and pavilions and terraces were on full display.

Although Liangzhou is a border region, it is naturally much more prosperous because it is located on a trade route.

Before long, led by the man in white, Yang Ling arrived at a restaurant.

This restaurant is ten stories high, which was quite a large project in those days.

At this moment, many people were already standing at the door, but their gazes towards Yang Ling were filled with hostility.

Yang Ling naturally turned a blind eye to such things. What could he do even if he couldn't stand it? Did these rabble really think they could fight him?

"Your Highness, please!"

The man in white cupped his hands slightly, gesturing for Yang Ling to go upstairs.

Yang Ling nodded slightly, then stepped up to the second floor.

The second floor of the restaurant is luxuriously decorated, with carved railings, jade steps, gold powder and silver chains, and a dazzling array of delicious food.

However, Yang Ling had no interest in appreciating the scenery at the moment; her gaze was fixed on the men sitting on the second floor.

Some of these people were dressed as civil officials, some as military officers, and most were powerful gentry.

Upon seeing Yang Ling enter, the group became even more arrogant and domineering, showing no regard whatsoever for Yang Ling, the Ninth Prince.

"Your Highness, how have you been?"

An older man with a slightly larger frame spoke first, his tone filled with sarcasm and dissatisfaction.

"Oh? Is it that I, the prince, have been well, or that all of you have been well?"

Yang Ling looked at the other person and said with a forced smile, her tone extremely cold.

"Your Highness, what are you saying? Of course, I'm well."

Another person dressed as a civil official spoke, glancing at the white-robed young man sitting to the side and nodding slightly.

"Really,"

Yang Ling snorted coldly, a hint of icy glint in his eyes, "Then why don't you rise to greet me, the prince, when I've arrived?"

Yang Ling's words caused everyone's expressions to change several times before they gradually returned to normal.

This Ninth Prince seems to have lost sight of the situation. In Liangzhou, if these people wanted to, the rule of the Great Liang could end at any time.

It was rather ridiculous that the Ninth Prince actually wanted them to get up and greet him.

"Your Highness may not be aware of the situation in Liangzhou, so we will be frank with you. It would be best if Your Highness did not use your princely identity, otherwise, something unexpected might happen at any time!"

The man dressed as a military officer stood up abruptly as he spoke, looking fierce and menacing. He walked up to Yang Ling and stared intently at her.

I had long heard that the Ninth Prince was weak-willed. Now that he has put on such a show, I'm afraid the Ninth Prince might not even be able to stand up straight.

To his surprise, Yang Ling merely gave a cold smile as he looked at the military officer in front of him.

"It seems that unless I use some tricks, you all don't intend to take me, a prince, seriously!"

Yang Ling's voice was very indifferent. After he finished speaking, everyone present, except for the young man in white, laughed.

As expected of the inexperienced Ninth Prince, he still doesn't know the dangers of this world.

"Hahaha... Your Highness is still too inexperienced!"

One of them stroked his goatee and laughed, saying, "Today we just wanted to give the Ninth Prince, who has been causing trouble these days, a hard time. Who knew that the Ninth Prince would come here and directly provoke us?"

"What, do you think this prince can't stir up any trouble in Liangzhou?"

Yang Ling looked at the person in front of her with a mocking gaze, as if watching a monkey perform tricks.

Upon hearing this, everyone exchanged smiles. Yang Ling didn't intend to waste any more words with these people, since he had three thousand armored soldiers under his command.

The total number of troops stationed in Liangzhou was only tens of thousands, and they were scattered in various places. Even if these people had their own private armies, they would not be a match for him.

He glanced at Li Tianba behind him. These people dared to disrespect him. Let their fists do the talking!

Li Tianba had long been fed up with these people, so he immediately walked up to the military officer and, without saying a word, threw a punch at him.

The crowd, who were already bullying others with their power, never expected that the Ninth Prince would dare to order someone to take action.

"boom!"

The military officer was punched hard in the chest and was sent flying backward.

Everyone present was terrified and turned pale. Had the Ninth Prince gone mad? How dare he actually attack them?

"Gentlemen, I, the prince, will give you one more chance. Rise and greet him now, and I will naturally not pursue the matter further. Otherwise, this will be your fate!"

As Yang Ling spoke, he pointed to the military officer lying on the ground, barely alive. He hadn't expected Li Tianba to be so powerful.

Such a strong general was knocked to the ground and unable to move by a single punch.

No one dared to hesitate for a moment, and they immediately ran over and knelt on the ground with respectful expressions.

"I thought you guys had such strong backbone, but it turns out you're like this."

Yang Ling spoke indifferently, slowly taking her seat in the main seat, not wanting to give the people in front of her a second glance.

Everyone trembled; the Ninth Prince was not someone to be trifled with.

"Your Highness, we were presumptuous just now. We hope that Your Highness will forgive our rudeness!"