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

“Oh,” Yang Ling pursed her lips, “Fine, anyway, there are still a few days before the border war, I have plenty of time to wait for your explanation.”

Mr. Zhuge stroked his long beard, his eyes filled with deep thought.

He always felt that his child... might be in trouble!

……

Inside the room, Mr. Zhuge sat at the tea table, pondering for a long time before finally raising his eyes to look at Yang Ling.

"Your Highness, I have been investigating Mu Yingxiong for years, but his identity is too mysterious; even I cannot find out anything about him,"

Mr. Zhuge shook his head. "However, I saw him once in the border town, but that time, he came to the border town with another boy. They settled in together."

A delicate and beautiful face flashed into Yang Ling's mind, and for a moment, his heart skipped a beat.

"Your Highness, what's wrong with you?"

Mr. Zhuge stared blankly at Yang Ling, and called out with some concern.

"Ahem, it's nothing, I'm going to rest now."

Yang Ling coughed twice, got up and walked towards the door, leaving Mr. Zhuge with only a dashing back view.

Mr. Zhuge was slightly taken aback: "Your Highness..."

He seemed to want to say something, but didn't know how to begin.

……

The night was hazy.

Yang Ling lay on the bed, his eyes open, staring at the dark ceiling.

The moonlight tonight is beautiful; its silvery glow pours down, covering the entire world.

Then... Yang Ling suddenly flipped over, ripped open the bed board beside him with one hand, and leaped up, landing on the treetop in the courtyard.

His long, slender, fair fingers gripped the long sword at his waist, and he warily watched his surroundings.

"who!"

The cold, indifferent voice carried a chill that echoed through the tranquil night sky.

"Hehe, the Ninth Prince is indeed exceptionally intelligent. No wonder he is known as the greatest genius of our time."

A sinister laugh drifted on the wind and slowly faded away.

Yang Ling narrowed her eyes, coldly scanning the void ahead.

At that moment, it seemed as if a bloodthirsty light was flashing in his eyes, making him exude a chilling aura.

"Now that you've discovered me, why are you pretending nothing's wrong?"

Yang Ling scoffed, a sarcastic smile curving her lips, her tone mocking: "Do you really think you can kill me with your strength?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a powerful aura surged forth, sweeping towards the other party like a whirlwind.

The opponent was clearly caught off guard by Yang Ling's sudden attack and was knocked to the ground.

"Pfft."

Blood spurted out and stained the ground red.

The old man clutched his chest, his face pale, and glared resentfully at the boy standing on the branch.

"You brat, how dare you ambush me?"

"A sneak attack?" Yang Ling sneered. "Since you're lurking here, you should be prepared to be ambushed by me. Not only that, but did you also use the hidden weapon you just used?"

The old man's pupils suddenly contracted.

He stared at the boy in utter astonishment.

He clearly remembered that he hadn't used his hidden weapon! Moreover, he hadn't sensed anything unusual.

No matter how the boy asked, the old man did not answer, but glared at him through gritted teeth.

"You won't talk? Fine," Yang Ling said, her eyes frosty. "Guards, drag him away and chop him up to feed the dogs!"

The guards, who had been unable to contain themselves, rushed forward upon hearing Yang Ling's order.

The old man struggled frantically, but his body had been injured by Yang Ling, and he was unable to escape.

"Don't move! If you move again, I'll cut off his legs!"

The guard held a knife to the old man's leg. He was so frightened that he trembled all over and kept kowtowing and begging for mercy.

"Your Highness, I was wrong, I was really wrong, please forgive me."

Yang Ling sneered, "Which country sent you as a spy? How dare you infiltrate my residence!"

It should be understood that Yang Ling's actions not only pose a threat to the Great Liang Kingdom, but also have a significant impact on some surrounding countries.

Besides the few that Yang Ling had previously destroyed, there were many other states surrounding Liangzhou.

For these people to protect themselves, sending someone to assassinate Yang Ling now is the safest course of action.

Yang Ling narrowed her eyes and stared at him coldly.

"Ha, I despise traitors the most. Do you know how many people in your country have died by my hand?"

The old man's lips trembled, and he dared not utter a sound.

The guard then pressed the blade against his neck.

"Speak now! Or you won't live!"

The old man gritted his teeth and remained silent.

"Fine, if you don't talk, I'll consider you here to die. Drag him away."

Upon hearing this, the old man panicked and shouted, "Don't kill me! I'll talk!"

"Speak," Yang Ling said, sitting on the tree and coldly staring at him.

……

Outside Liangzhou, in the main hall.

"Father, you must think of a way! There's such a powerful person on the border. If he continues like this, the Great Liang Kingdom may really be doomed."

Crown Prince Yang Shan knelt before Emperor Liang and cried out.

Emperor Liang looked helpless; how could he not worry about his country?

But Yang Ling was practically invincible; all the assassins they sent out were killed by him.

"Didn't I say that we should avoid a direct confrontation with him for the time being?"

Emperor Liang said coldly, "Didn't you hear the people of the border town praising him? We should avoid his sharp edge now."

Yang Shan's crying grew even louder, almost lifting the roof off the entire palace.

"Father! Our Great Liang Kingdom is now at a critical juncture of life and death. We can't wait any longer. Otherwise, if the border soldiers launch a counterattack, it will be too late even if we kill them."

Emperor Liang frowned, somewhat displeased: "Don't you have any countermeasures at all?"

Yang Shan pursed his lips, then suddenly turned around and ordered the two generals behind him, "Bring the things in."

A guard came in carrying a box, and when he opened it, a gleaming golden arrow appeared.

"This is the Nine Yang Divine Bow that your son has searched for with great difficulty. Father, this thing can kill anyone. Why don't we send three more martial arts masters to use the Nine Yang Divine Bow? Perhaps we can get rid of him!"

Upon hearing this, Emperor Liang raised an eyebrow and asked with great interest, "What's so special about this bow?"

Yang Shan laughed triumphantly: "It is made of meteorite iron from outer space, making it extremely sharp and capable of penetrating any object. Moreover, no matter how fast the target is, it cannot escape the pursuit of this bow! Even if he has the ability to kill my men, he cannot possibly escape the pursuit of the Nine Yang Divine Bow in such a short time!"

Emperor Liang pondered for a moment and nodded: "This thing is indeed quite good. Are you sure you can kill him?"

Yang Shan smiled arrogantly: "If he can dodge this thing, I am not worthy to be your son!"

"Then go, but remember to come back quickly. I don't want to see him provoke me again."

Emperor Liang waved his hand impatiently, signaling them to leave quickly.

……

"What did you say?" Yang Ling stared in shock at the old man kneeling in front of him. He never expected that this old man was sent by the barbarians who had previously submitted to him.

The old man dared not meet his sharp gaze, but simply lowered his head, trembling.

Yang Ling frowned slightly; this matter was certainly not going to end so easily.