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

……

Inside the imperial palace of Tianluo Kingdom, the emperor was summoning his ministers to discuss state affairs.

Suddenly, a guard rushed over and knelt down on the ground.

"Your Majesty, something terrible has happened! The Ninth Prince of Liang is almost at the border!"

The guard reported nervously, and the other officials immediately erupted in uproar upon hearing this.

Various speculations arose in their minds; they even suspected that someone might be deliberately colluding with the enemy and betraying their country.

"You scoundrel! How could the Ninth Prince of Liang possibly come to the Western Frontier? Are you spouting nonsense?!"

The emperor of Tianluo Kingdom slammed his fist on the table in anger, cursing that this was a serious crime of treason, and if it were discovered, it would surely mean the extermination of nine generations of his family.

The guard trembled with fear and immediately knelt down, kowtowing repeatedly.

"Your Majesty, spare us! I didn't lie to you. The envoy from Liang Kingdom did indeed send a message saying that the Ninth Prince of Liang Kingdom will soon visit our Tianluo Kingdom. This is the truth!"

The guard's voice echoed throughout the court, and all eyes fell on the emperor.

Upon hearing this, the emperor was completely bewildered. He clearly remembered that Yang Ling was at the border; how could he possibly be here?

However, the guard's expression didn't seem to be lying, and he had also received news that the envoy from Liang Kingdom had indeed arrived. However, they had not received any news of Yang Ling's return. Logically speaking, Yang Ling should have already arrived in the Western Frontier by now!

"Your Majesty, what should we do?"

Many ministers in the court asked anxiously.

"Hmph, I don't care about the Ninth Prince or anything like that. If they dare to invade, I will make sure they never return."

The emperor of Tianluo Kingdom let out a cold shout, his face turning extremely gloomy.

"You go down first and send someone to keep a close eye on the surrounding area."

"According to the order!"

The guard respectfully responded and then withdrew.

"Your Majesty, what should we do?"

The ministers below were extremely anxious. They knew that the Ninth Prince of Liang had always suppressed them, and this time they were going to attack the Great Liang Kingdom. If the Ninth Prince seized this opportunity, they would be doomed.

"Hmph, if they dare to invade, I will kill them."

The emperor of Tianluo Kingdom snorted coldly, his face filled with undisguised murderous intent.

Their Tianluo Kingdom had always wanted to annex the Daliang Kingdom, but unfortunately, the Daliang Kingdom was too powerful, and they simply could not succeed.

Now that Yang Ling has come, he's determined to make sure they never leave alive.

……

At night, the moon is dark and the wind is high.

Yang Ling rode his steed slowly forward, followed by a troop of soldiers, all clad in armor and looking imposing.

"Your Highness, tonight may be a fierce battle, we must be careful."

Deputy Commander Li Jun rode alongside Yang Ling on horseback, his face grave as he said that their mission this time was to protect Yang Ling's safety.

After all, Yang Ling's identity is special, and if he were to suffer any loss, it would be a huge disaster for the Great Liang Kingdom.

"It's alright, I know what I'm doing."

Yang Ling shook her head slightly and continued walking forward.

"Your Highness, be careful!"

Li Jun offered a concerned reminder.

Yang Ling nodded slightly and continued onward. They were still some distance from the border, but for safety's sake, Yang Ling had Li Jun lead a group of soldiers to hide in the shadows, while he led the other group of soldiers to walk slowly.

Soon, an elite army arrived at the border. The defenses here were quite tight because Tianluo Kingdom was a small country, its territory was only a province of Daliang Kingdom, and its treasury was extremely poor. It could not afford to support a well-trained army, so the defenses along the way were naturally much weaker.

"Halt! This is the Western Frontier. Anyone who trespasses on the Western Frontier will be killed without mercy."

A soldier stopped Yang Ling and his group and shouted at them sternly.

Yang Ling smiled faintly, then raised her hand to signal everyone to stop.

"Are you the soldier guarding this place?"

Yang Ling's voice was calm, but to the guard, it was like thunder. The prince's voice was indeed calm, yet it had a power that made people tremble.

The soldier swallowed hard, nodded with difficulty, and said, "Yes, my name is Lin Hu, and I am responsible for guarding the border."

"Yes, I have come here with an important matter to ask of your emperor. Please inform him."

Yang Ling nodded, a faint smile still on her face, but her eyes were as deep as an abyss, making people afraid to look directly at her.

After hearing Yang Ling's words, Lin Hu's eyes darted around a few times before he said, "Your Highness, please wait a moment. I will go in and report to you. Please wait here patiently."

He didn't believe the person in front of him was the Ninth Prince of Liang, since the Ninth Prince of Liang had already died of illness.

Just as Lin Hu left, a young man who looked to be around twenty years old approached.

"Who are you? How dare you impersonate the Ninth Prince of my Liang Kingdom! This is an even greater crime!"

This young man is named Liu Zhiyang. He is the ninth prince of the Liang Kingdom. Although he has not been granted the title of king, he is the crown prince of the country.

Yang Ling glanced at him, then said coldly, "When did it become your place to interfere in my affairs?"

"you……!"

Liu Zhiyang was speechless after being silenced by Yang Ling's words. His face turned red, and he finally said through gritted teeth, "Since you want to impersonate the Ninth Prince of my Liang Kingdom, then I will let you taste the price of deceiving me."

Liu Zhiyang snorted coldly, drew his sword from his waist, and charged towards Yang Ling.

"boom!"

Yang Ling sneered, then grabbed Liu Zhiyang's arm and slammed him to the ground.

Liu Zhiyang cried out in pain, his face turning ashen, his forehead covered in a fine layer of sweat.

Yang Ling looked down at him condescendingly and said indifferently, "You are no match for me, get lost!"

Yang Ling kicked him away, then turned and walked away, leaving Liu Zhiyang looking terrified.

"This...this...how is this possible...how could his martial arts have improved so much in just half a year?"

Liu Zhiyang muttered to himself. He originally looked down on Yang Ling, after all, Yang Ling was just a spoiled brat. But he never expected that he would be defeated. This was simply unbelievable.

Yang Ling returned to his tent, sat on a stool, crossed his legs on the table, and looked languid.

"Your Highness, what do we do now?"

One of his subordinates asked.

"Since they want to play, let's play along."

Yang Ling smiled coldly, her eyes flashing with a bloodthirsty light.

"What are you going to do, Your Highness?"