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

"Oh? Is that so?" Yang Ling sneered contemptuously, "You think I'm afraid of that old emperor?!"

“You…” The young man’s expression changed, and anger welled up in his heart.

He took a deep breath, then suppressed his anger and said in a low voice, "Yang Ling, our young lady is just a child and doesn't know any better. She only sent people to deal with you because she was playing around."

"Hmph, what are you? Do you have the right to talk to me like that?" Yang Ling sneered and said disdainfully.

"Damn it!" The young man's eyes widened, revealing a strong killing intent.

His fists were clenched tightly, his knuckles white, clearly indicating that he wanted to kill Yang Ling with a single punch.

But considering that this was the capital city, he could only swallow his anger for the time being and said in a low voice, "Young Master Yang, if you let Miss go today, we can guarantee that we will never cause you any more trouble in the future, how about it?"

"Hahaha, do you think I'd believe you? Murong Mingyue is a peerless genius of the Chu Dynasty. It's impossible for your Chu Dynasty not to avenge her!" Yang Ling mocked.

Upon hearing this, the young man's face immediately darkened.

He took a deep breath and said, "As long as you don't pursue the matter against our young lady, then she is the princess of the Chu Dynasty. Who would dare to kill her?"

"hehe."

Yang Ling smiled faintly and said, "Do you think I would believe you?"

The young man's face turned extremely ugly. He was filled with anger, but dared not let it out.

Although Yang Ling is incredibly strong, there is absolutely no way he could withstand the combined attack of the Imperial Guards and top imperial guards.

Therefore, he could only temporarily back down.

But now, when he faces Yang Ling, his heart is filled with resentment and malice.

"You damned little bastard, once you leave the capital, I will definitely send someone to kill you!"

The young man said through gritted teeth.

"You little bastard? Are you insulting me?" Yang Ling's face darkened, and he said coldly.

"Young Master Yang, please don't misunderstand. I absolutely did not mean to offend you." Upon hearing this, the young man trembled and hurriedly said.

"Oh? Is that so?" Yang Ling smiled and said, "In that case, you killed Murong Mingyue."

The young man's expression changed slightly, and he hurriedly said, "How could that be? Why would our young lady send assassins to kill you?"

"Really? How does she explain that?" Yang Ling said, then pointed to a corpse not far away.

Upon seeing the corpse, the young man's face immediately turned extremely ugly. He took a deep breath and said, "Young Master Yang, this is a misunderstanding. Our young lady was just being playful. Please don't take it seriously."

"Hmph, do you think I'd believe you?" Yang Ling sneered, speaking with disdain.

"Damn it!" The young man's face darkened, and killing intent surged in his eyes.

Although he was furious, he dared not show it. He could only bow his head and admit his mistake, saying in a low voice, "Young Master Yang, it was our young lady who made the mistake today. I apologize to you here. Please forgive her."

"Hehe, what if I don't agree?" Yang Ling smiled faintly, then said sarcastically.

"Damn it!"

Upon hearing this, the young man roared in anger.

He clenched his fists, unleashing all his strength, clearly intending to fight to the death.

But just as he raised his long sword, several men in black appeared around him, quickly drawing their swords and surrounding the young man.

"You..." The young man's expression suddenly changed, and a deep sense of horror welled up in his heart.

Although he was highly skilled in martial arts, he still met his end when surrounded by several men in black.

"Damn it!" the young man muttered.

Upon seeing this, Yang Ling smiled and said, "Do you think I can't kill you?"

Upon hearing this, the young man's face immediately turned extremely ugly. He could only suppress his anger for the time being and said in a low voice, "Young Master Yang, it was our young lady who made the mistake today. Please forgive her."

"Heh, do you think I'd believe you? Murong Mingyue is a peerless genius of the Chu Dynasty. It's impossible for your Chu Dynasty not to avenge her!" Yang Ling sneered.

Upon hearing this, the young man's face immediately darkened.

He took a deep breath and said, "As long as you don't pursue the matter against our young lady, then she is the princess of the Chu Dynasty. Who would dare to kill her?"

"hehe."

Yang Ling smiled faintly and said, "Do you think I would believe you?"

The young man's face turned extremely ugly. He was filled with anger, but dared not let it out.

Although Yang Ling is incredibly strong, there is absolutely no way he could withstand the combined attack of the Imperial Guards and top imperial guards.

Therefore, he could only temporarily back down.

But now, when he faces Yang Ling, his heart is filled with resentment and malice.

"You damned little bastard, once you leave the capital, I will definitely send someone to kill you!"

The young man said through gritted teeth.

"You little bastard? Are you insulting me?" Yang Ling's face darkened, and he said coldly.

“Young Master Yang, please don’t misunderstand. I absolutely did not mean to offend you.” Upon hearing this, the young man trembled violently and hurriedly waved his hand, saying, “I was just referring to myself. I did not mean to offend you in any way.”

"Hmph." Yang Ling snorted coldly and ignored the young man.

Immediately, Yang Ling lifted her foot and walked towards Murong Mingyue.

“Yang Ling, we have no grudges against each other, and I have never sent anyone to assassinate you. He framed me!” Murong Mingyue looked at Yang Ling, her tone calm and without any panic.

"You didn't send anyone to assassinate me?" Yang Ling said with a mocking smile, "You know that all the people you sent to assassinate were killed by me, including the four maids at the Innate Realm you sent out."

"you……"

A pallor appeared on Murong Mingyue's pretty face.

Because she did indeed do it, but she was framed by someone else.

"What do you mean, 'you'?" Yang Ling looked at Murong Mingyue mockingly and said, "Murong Mingyue, do you think you can fool me with a few despicable tricks? Let me tell you, you're still too green!"

Upon hearing this, Murong Mingyue's beautiful eyes flashed with icy coldness, and she said in a chilling voice, "Yang Ling, don't push your luck! Otherwise, don't blame me for fighting to the death!"

"A fight to the death? What do you mean by a fight to the death? Your bodyguard?" Yang Ling sneered, "Do you think he can save you?"

Upon hearing Yang Ling's words, the young man's face darkened even further.

However, he wasn't too worried, after all, he was a man of the Chu Dynasty.

As long as he reports Murong Mingyue's situation to the Chu Dynasty, he believes that reinforcements will arrive soon.

However, the chances of him waiting for reinforcements to arrive were extremely slim.

Because he simply couldn't escape Yang Ling's clutches.