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

Just as Yang Ling was lost in thought, the carriage stopped.

A young man lifted the curtain and stepped down. He was quite handsome, with well-defined features, sharp eyebrows and bright eyes, and a tall and slender figure. A brocade robe wrapped around his strong and powerful physique.

“Royal Uncle.” Yang Ling narrowed his eyes, a slight smile playing on his lips.

This young man is none other than Yang Sheng, the Third Imperial Uncle whom the current Emperor trusts most!

Besides him, probably no one else in the palace could drive the carriages.

“Ling’er,” Yang Sheng’s gaze peeked out from inside the carriage. When he saw Yang Ling, a slight smile appeared on his lips. “I didn’t expect to run into you here.”

"Royal Uncle." Yang Ling smiled, but his eyes were cold.

At this moment, another person slowly walked down, and his face looked very familiar.

"It's you!" Yang Ling's eyes widened in surprise. This person's appearance was somewhat similar to hers!

Moreover, his temperament was somewhat similar to hers, as if he were another Yang Ling.

"Ling'er, don't misunderstand, his name is Ye Wenyuan, and he's my good friend," Yang Sheng hurriedly explained.

"Oh?" Yang Ling raised an eyebrow slightly, a cold glint in her eyes. "What do you want to do?"

Yang Sheng shook his head and said with a faint smile, "We came here this time to help the King of Liangzhou find out about the situation on the border. He is currently dealing with matters on the border and cannot leave for the time being."

"Hmph!" Yang Ling scoffed coldly, glancing at Ye Wenyuan with a cold look, and said in a chilling voice, "Isn't that just an excuse?"

Ye Wenyuan frowned. This brat actually dared to embarrass him in front of so many people.

However, he wasn't angry. Instead, he smiled and said, "Yang Ling, don't misunderstand. I just want to meet the King of Liangzhou. I don't mean to take him away."

“Yes, Yang Ling, Ye Wenyuan has a very good relationship with us. He is a trustworthy person.” Yang Sheng nodded slightly in agreement.

Hearing their words, a complex emotion flashed in Yang Ling's eyes. After hesitating for a moment, she slowly said, "Okay, I agree."

Ye Wenyuan smiled gently, his eyes filled with satisfaction.

"Ling'er, the situation at the border is worse than we imagined. I'm afraid..." Yang Sheng sighed softly, "It seems that the soldiers at the border have been instigated by someone and have actually started an internal strife."

Yang Ling frowned slightly: "Who is it?"

"The matter hasn't been fully investigated yet. The King of Liangzhou sent me to discuss this with you. What solutions do you have?"

“I have a plan,” Yang Ling said with a sly smile, “but this matter will require the help of my uncle, after all, I am still a child.”

Yang Sheng was taken aback, then thought of how Yang Ling had reached such a level at such a young age, and couldn't help but feel deeply moved.

"I'll go to the palace now."

Yang Sheng patted Yang Ling on the shoulder, "Wait for my news."

"Okay, then please be careful, Uncle. If you encounter any danger, remember to call me."

As Yang Ling watched Yang Sheng's departing figure, a dark look flashed across his eyes. It seemed that this enemy was going to be very difficult to deal with.

……

Inside the main hall, the ministers sat upright, their expressions solemn, their eyes all fixed on the man on the high seat.

The man was tall and slender, standing with his hands behind his back, exuding a dignified and imposing aura.

"Your Majesty, I suggest that the army be dispatched immediately to drive the rebels back to the Northern Desert."

"Your Majesty, I think this is inappropriate."

"..."

A heated argument resounded throughout the hall, with everyone expressing their opinions and having a great time.

"okay!"

Suddenly, the man let out a domineering and chilling shout that stunned the entire hall.

Everyone fell silent and stood respectfully on both sides.

"I have ordered the army to the border. They will remain in the capital for the time being. You are not allowed to leave without permission!" The emperor's voice was powerful and forceful, carrying an air of authority and oppression that left no one daring to disobey.

No sooner had he finished speaking than a guard rushed over, knelt on the ground, and respectfully said, "Your Majesty, the Prime Minister requests an audience."

The emperor frowned. At such a time, the prime minister's visit could not possibly be anything good. However, out of consideration for the prime minister's many years of merit, he still allowed him to enter the palace.

"Greetings, Your Majesty," the Prime Minister said, bowing respectfully.

"You may rise, my dear minister." The emperor raised his hand and asked casually, "Have you come to see me with something?"

“Your Majesty,” the Prime Minister smiled bitterly, “the situation at the border is tense. I urge Your Majesty to make a decision as soon as possible, otherwise it will be too late to mobilize troops once the flames of war spread to the capital.”

A glint flashed in the emperor's eyes. After a long silence, he finally sighed and said, "In that case, I will prepare to lead the expedition in person tomorrow."

Over the years, the emperor has stayed in the capital and rarely set foot on the border. Some people even suspect that the emperor's ambitions lie on the border.

However, this speculation only exists among the public; no one has any evidence, and it cannot be brought up in public.

"Your Majesty, you cannot go!" The Prime Minister's expression changed and he hurriedly said, "The Northern Desert is powerful, it would be too risky for you to go there rashly, otherwise I would go instead."

The emperor sneered and said sarcastically, "My dear minister, if I don't go to the border, wouldn't I be encouraging the arrogance of the Northern Desert? Although I am old, I will not fear the iron hooves of the Northern Desert!"

The prime minister was pale. He understood the emperor's temperament. In his whole life, what the emperor hated most was being looked down upon.

Therefore, even though he was the prime minister, the emperor still did not give him any face.

"emperor……"

Just as the prime minister was about to continue his persuasion, a sharp, piercing scream suddenly came from outside the palace.

Everyone was startled and turned to look outside the hall.

A palace maid rushed in, looking flustered, and said, "Your Majesty, the Prince of Chu requests an audience!"

Upon hearing this, the expressions of all the ministers changed drastically!

The Prince of Liangzhou is the current emperor's third brother and the youngest prince in the royal family. It is said that he has been stationed at the border for more than ten years and has never returned.

Now, he has actually returned, and at a time of war and chaos on the border.

This inevitably led many to wonder what the purpose of the King of Chu's return was.

Could it be that they intend to emulate the Northern Desert and take the opportunity to invade and occupy the Great Liang?

This speculation is somewhat frightening.

However, the emperor did not panic upon hearing this; instead, a slight smile appeared on his lips, and his eyes shone brightly.

"Hehe, the Third Prince is finally back!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a man slowly walked into the main hall.

He wore a brocade robe, his face was handsome and deep, and his long, narrow black eyes were as bright and dazzling as the starry sky. He exuded an innate noble temperament.

"Royal brother." Chu Yintian glanced at everyone and slowly walked towards the man on the dragon throne.

"Third Imperial Brother, I've been waiting for you so long, and you're finally back!" The Emperor laughed heartily twice, quickly went to greet him, and reached out to grasp Chu Yintian's arm. "How is it? Has there been any movement from the Northern Desert lately?"

"The Northern Desert?" Chu Yintian sneered, a chilling glint in his eyes. "They have already sent three hundred warriors to the border to die."