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

"Bring on whatever tricks you have up your sleeve, but don't let me underestimate you."

With a mocking smile on her lips, Yang Ling turned and walked towards Yun'er's room.

"Your Highness, you've finally arrived."

When Yun'er saw Yang Ling walk into her room, she seemed a little excited.

Especially her rosy cheeks and those affectionate eyes, Yang Ling could clearly feel a strange burning sensation within her body.

"Yun'er, have you missed me?"

As Yang Ling spoke, she reached out and took Yun'er's fair hand, gently kneading it.

"Your Highness! Please don't do this. It wouldn't be good if someone saw us."

Yun'er blushed, but did not pull her hand away from Yang Ling's.

"What's there to be afraid of? Yun'er is so beautiful, I'm afraid I'll drool if I look at her too much."

Yang Ling's words came from the bottom of her heart, after all, this little girl was exceptionally beautiful.

If this happened in later generations, a simple ** (likely referring to a promotional material or similar activity) would make him a top influencer.

Upon hearing Yang Ling's words, Yun'er lowered her head shyly.

"Your Highness, you're becoming more and more improper."

When Yun'er said this, her face turned even redder, and for some reason, Yang Ling felt the temperature in the room getting higher and higher.

This atmosphere is really not his fault; he's a young man full of vigor and passion.

"Yun'er, let me touch your face."

……

Yang Ling was acting recklessly in the room, while Princess Shangyang was furious in the restaurant.

The reason was simple: he had brought some valuables with him when he came to Liangzhou, but who knew that he would be in trouble when he was almost at Longxi City.

They were actually robbed by a group of bandits.

"These damned bandits dare to steal even my things; do they really not want their heads?"

Princess Shangyang was furious in her room, and the guards beside her didn't dare to breathe.

"Princess, what do we do next?"

Xiao Hong, Princess Shangyang's personal maid, walked up to Princess Shangyang and asked cautiously.

"Isn't Liangzhou Yang Ling's territory now? Tell him this news, and I don't believe he can just ignore it."

As she spoke, Princess Shangyang's face was gloomy. Yang Ling had to give her an explanation for this matter no matter what.

Upon hearing this, the guards silently withdrew.

When this matter reached Yang Lingling's ears, she was also very troubled.

He knew about that gang of robbers, and he knew exactly how many robbers there were in the entire Liangzhou region.

These were originally meant to be used as experience points for my future, but I never expected that they would offend Princess Shangyang.

"Your Highness, this matter must be dealt with no matter what, otherwise the court may find a pretext to use against us."

When Mr. Zhuge learned of the matter, he came over and looked at Yang Ling with a serious expression.

Yang Ling's face showed a hint of impatience; he had no desire to get involved in that woman's affairs at all.

But since things have come to this point, it seems a bit unreasonable to ignore it.

"Sir, in your opinion, who should be sent to handle this matter?"

Yang Ling asked seriously, wondering what kind of trouble Princess Shangyang might cause if he made a big fuss.

But if sending someone else results in a failure, one's reputation will be ruined.

After hearing this, Mr. Zhuge pondered for a moment.

"Your Highness, I think it would be better to use the pretext of bandit suppression. This would allow you to train your troops and also plunder some supplies."

When Mr. Zhuge said those words, Yang Ling's eyes widened in surprise.

That's what I really think.

As expected, it has to be Mr. Zhuge; he's like a mind reader.

"Very well, it seems that I, the king, will have to take the lead in this matter. It will not only save face but also boost our prestige."

Yang Ling smiled with satisfaction. It seemed that Princess Shangyang had given her a wonderful gift.

In less than three days, Yang Ling led his three thousand armored soldiers toward the northern mountains outside the city in a grand procession.

Some people in the city were naturally waiting to see the joke. It was one thing for Yang Ling to be arrogant and domineering in the city, but after all, the private armed forces under the command of all the people in the city were no more than a hundred.

If this were outside, those mountain bandits could easily number in the thousands.

Some of them even numbered in the tens of thousands, and several cities near Longxi City were indirectly under the jurisdiction of those mountain bandits.

If the entire army is wiped out now, the consequences are predictable.

Thirty li outside Longxi City, in the northern mountains.

Beishan is the largest mountain in the vicinity, and although it is located in a remote area, it is close to several major transportation routes.

Therefore, this place became the most powerful bandit stronghold in the entire Liangzhou region.

There is a bandit stronghold called Black Wind Village on the North Mountain, where a group of about three thousand bandits have gathered.

The leader of Black Wind Stronghold was a notorious bandit in the area, with three thousand men under his command, five hundred of whom were skilled killers capable of taking down a hundred men.

"Reporting to the chief, a group of more than 3,000 soldiers has emerged from Longxi City and is heading straight for our Black Wind Stronghold."

At this moment, on Black Wind Stronghold, a man dressed in coarse cloth walked up to a man who exuded a murderous aura and said something.

Upon hearing this, the man frowned slightly, a hint of murderous intent flashing in his eyes.

"Longxi City? It seems someone wants to get rid of us."

The man smiled coldly. He had more than three thousand brothers under his command and was not afraid of those people. He had two powerful weapons in his hands.

"Boss, what do we do?"

The man was somewhat worried, after all, those people outside were government troops, and although his side had a large number of people, he was not absolutely certain of victory.

"Go and call Xiao San over here. Tell him to take a hundred men and teach those government troops a lesson."

……

Ten miles away, Yang Ling arrived here with three thousand armored soldiers.

He wasn't in a hurry to make a move. Instead, he observed the terrain nearby and took the opportunity to find out how many troops the enemy had.

Upon learning that there were also three thousand people, Yang Ling was overjoyed.

"Pass down the order to set up camp on the spot, and we will move out when it gets dark."

After Yang Ling gave the order, his soldiers immediately set up tents.

Yang Ling, accompanied by his personal guards, arrived at a cliff on a mountain peak.

"Your Highness, we are less than a quarter of an hour away from Beishan. Why do we choose to stop and camp at this time?"

The guard standing beside him spoke up, his face full of doubt.

"I know what Beishan is. You all go and rest first. I'll go down later."

Looking at the continuous mountain range in front of her, Yang Ling's eyes shone with a strange light.

……

The third leader of Black Wind Stronghold had already led his hundred men to the place where the government troops were stationed.