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

"Since you're so stubborn, I won't spare you any longer." After saying that, Yang Ling plunged a knife into Xiao Ming's chest.

Blood spurted out and splattered onto his robes.

Xiao Ming stared at him in shock: "Yang Ling, you...you actually dared to kill me?"

"Heh, why wouldn't I dare kill you? Didn't you say you were the Crown Prince of Great Yan? Since you are the Crown Prince of Great Yan, what can I do if I kill you? Who can do anything to me?" Yang Ling curled his lips mockingly, then turned around to leave.

Xiao Ming's face turned pale. He hadn't expected Yang Ling to actually dare to kill him. Wasn't he afraid of being exterminated by the emperor?

Thinking of this, Xiao Ming's face turned pale, his forehead was covered in fine sweat, and he knelt on the ground, trembling all over. He wanted to ask for help, but his throat felt like it was blocked, and he could hardly breathe.

Finally, a gurgling sound came from his throat, and then he vomited. His eyes were wide open, and he lay stiffly on the ground, lifeless.

His body lay sprawled in front of him. Yang Ling frowned; he hadn't expected that he would make such a mistake.

This good-for-nothing dared to threaten him. He really didn't dare to touch him. After all, the emperor was not someone to be trifled with. He should be careful.

"Your Highness, you killed Xiao Ming?"

Suddenly, a familiar female voice came. Yang Ling raised her head and looked at the woman who had suddenly appeared. Her face was covered by a veil, but her clear eyes were clearly visible.

"Why are you here?" Yang Ling's face was full of wariness.

He felt that the woman had ill intentions.

She slowly walked over, then squatted down, carefully examined Xiao Ming's body, and then shook her head.

"Sigh! It's no use now." The woman sighed.

"What do you mean by that?" Yang Ling asked, frowning.

He didn't know this woman, and he always felt that she was strange and dangerous to him.

"Do you still remember who I am?" the woman suddenly looked up at Yang Ling and asked.

Yang Ling stared at her intently for a long time, then said in a daze, "Are you Mu Xue?"

Mu Xue smiled slightly, then reached out and removed her veil.

Suddenly, a stunningly beautiful face appeared before Yang Ling's eyes.

He was somewhat amazed, but quickly regained his composure.

This woman was beautiful, but he didn't like her.

Because she is Xiao Ming's fiancée.

Xiao Ming almost killed him for her back then, and his hatred for her had reached its peak. Even after spending these few days together, his opinion of this woman had not changed.

"I heard you were back, so I came here specifically to see you. Do you know why I killed Xiao Ming?"

Her voice was soft and melodious, like the song of a nightingale, making people unable to help but be captivated by it.

Yang Ling raised an eyebrow, seemingly guessing her intention. "You want me to help you seize the throne?"

Mu Xue was stunned; she hadn't expected him to be able to guess her thoughts.

A mocking smile appeared on Yang Ling's lips. "Mu Xue, do you think I'm a fool? Do you think I can't see through your ambition? You want to ascend the throne and become emperor, so you want to rely on my power."

"Since you've seen through everything, why won't you agree to my request? Let's work together, and I promise I won't treat you unfairly in the future."

Her voice remained gentle, and no one could detect anything amiss.

"Heh, I, Yang Ling, have always acted alone and do not need anyone's protection. Do whatever you want, I will not stop you, but don't expect me to become your pawn."

"A pawn? Heh, you're overthinking it. You're my only hope right now. Do you think I'd want to use you as a pawn? If the two of us join forces, it will be flawless. Then the world will be ours!"

Mu Xue said enticingly, she really wanted to win over this man, after all, he was the direct heir of the Yang family, and if she could win him over, her path to the throne would be much smoother.

"No need, I'm not interested." Yang Ling refused without hesitation, then said, "I've done what you needed to do, now you should give me the antidote!"

He didn't want to stay any longer.

Mu Xue's eyes darkened, but she readily handed the antidote to Yang Ling, saying, "Don't worry, as long as you behave, I will never hurt you."

Yang Ling nodded and then took the antidote.

"I'll take my leave now," he said, and then walked away.

Watching Yang Ling's retreating figure, a shadow crossed Mu Xue's eyes. She clenched her fists, her eyes filled with intense hatred.

Yang Ling, you just wait. Once you fall into my hands, I will make you wish you were dead!

You must avenge Mu Xue yourself; you absolutely cannot escape!

A dark glint flashed in her eyes as she thought of this.

After returning to his room, Yang Ling immediately took the antidote and carefully examined his body. Finding nothing amiss, he was relieved.

He didn't know the woman well, but she gave him a dangerous feeling, so he decided to be careful.

The next morning, just as Yang Ling was about to leave, the steward rushed over and said hurriedly, "Your Highness, something terrible has happened! The Emperor has sent someone to see you!"

"Oh? Is that so?" Yang Ling raised an eyebrow, a smile playing on her lips. "Then let's meet!"

Yang Ling sat in the living room, waiting for the people sent by Emperor Liang. After a while, a familiar figure walked in, and Yang Ling had a smile on his face.

"So it's the Imperial Uncle! What brings you here?" He stood up with a smile and asked.

The man looked up at him and said, "Your Highness, His Majesty has sent me to invite you to the palace. After all, you have not been to the palace for the past few days, and His Majesty misses you very much."

Yang Ling sneered upon hearing this, as if he had nothing to discuss with Emperor Liang now.

"No need, I have other matters to attend to today."

"I advise you not to disobey His Majesty's decree, otherwise..." Yang Mohan's tone became serious, and his eyes widened, looking just like a fierce wolf.

"Otherwise what?" Yang Ling raised his eyebrows and retorted, his attitude hardening.

"Don't be so stubborn! You're already lucky to be alive. If you don't go to His Majesty soon, he might kill you!" Yang Mohan said angrily.

"Are you kidding me!"

Yang Ling glanced at him indifferently, then walked outside.

"You..." Yang Mohan was furious. This bastard was ignoring him!

Yang Ling ignored him and went straight out of the mansion. He then instructed the guards to keep a close watch on the place and not allow anyone to break in.

Then he rode his white horse and galloped out of the mansion, heading towards the direction of the Prince of Nanyang's mansion.