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

Yang Ling narrowed his eyes dangerously, a cruel and bloodthirsty smile appearing on his lips. He wanted to see how long Zhao Qitian could hold out!

"Young master, it seems something has happened at the Yang residence. Shall we go and see?" the middle-aged man asked.

Yang Ling nodded, then slowly stood up and said, "Let's go take a look."

Yang Ling and the middle-aged man arrived at the gate of the Yang residence and saw that the gate was blocked with huge stones, and a piece of the plaque at the gate had been cut off!

Yang Ling frowned slightly. Could it be that the Yang residence had been attacked by thieves?

"Who are you? How dare you trespass into the Yang residence!" The guards standing in front of the Yang residence shouted sternly when they saw Yang Ling and his two companions approaching, clearly intending to stop them.

Yang Ling sneered and said, "What do you care who I am? Quickly have someone open the gate."

The guard glanced coldly at Yang Ling and sneered, "Does the Yang residence allow just anyone to enter? If you can't produce your tokens today, don't blame me for being impolite!"

"Hahaha... What an arrogant tone! Who do you think you are!" the middle-aged man roared, his eyes flashing with cold light as he stared menacingly at the guard.

Yang Ling waved his hand, signaling the middle-aged man to calm down. Then he looked at the guard and asked, "Are you sure you want to stop me?"

"The Yang family has been loyal and virtuous for generations, and we will absolutely not tolerate such an arrogant, domineering, unfilial, and disrespectful person as you defiling the Yang family!" the guard said righteously and sternly.

"Haha... The Yang family is loyal and virtuous. How come I remember that the ancestors of the Yang family once sought refuge in Southern Chu?" Yang Ling retorted sarcastically.

"You're talking nonsense!" the guard said, his face flushed red with embarrassment and anger.

"Whether it's nonsense or not, you know it in your heart," Yang Ling said indifferently. "I'm too lazy to argue with you. Get out of my way."

"No, I will not give way unless you produce the Yang family token," the guard insisted.

"Fine, since that's the case, then I'll have to find it myself," Yang Ling said with a cold laugh, then gave a wink to the middle-aged man beside him.

The middle-aged man immediately understood, then leaped towards the guard and subdued him in an instant!

Yang Ling walked in with a lazy gait; his target was Yang Yuntian!

Yang Yuntian is the head of the Yang family and holds the lifeline of the family in his hands! If something happens to Yang Yuntian, then the Yang family is finished.

As for Yang Yuntao and the others, let that rabble handle them!

Yang Yuntian was writing and painting in his study when he suddenly heard a series of urgent knocks on the door.

"Sir, help me!" A familiar voice came from outside the house.

Yang Yuntian frowned slightly, pondered for a moment, then put down his pen and called out to the outside, "Come in!"

Immediately afterwards, the door was pushed open, and a guard rushed in, kneeling on one knee to report: "Master, I have failed in my duty, please punish me!"

"Get up!" Yang Yuntian waved his hand and said calmly.

"Thank you, Patriarch." The guard stood up, then lowered his head and stood silently to the side, not daring to breathe.

Yang Yuntian waved his hand, signaling him to leave.

After the guards left, he picked up the teacup on the table, took a small sip, and then continued writing.

Yang Yuntian has a refined and gentle personality, and he pays great attention to health and wellness, so he is in very good physical condition and does not look old; he looks only about forty years old.

At this moment, Yang Yuntian had a gentle and refined smile on his face, looking like a gentleman, which made people feel very comfortable.

"You've arrived." Yang Yuntian put down his calligraphy brush, turned to look at Yang Ling standing outside the door, and said with a gentle smile, as if what had just happened had nothing to do with him.

Yang Ling looked at Yang Yuntian, a complex light flashing in her eyes, and then said indifferently, "Aren't you curious why I came to find you?"

Yang Yuntian smiled faintly and said, "If you don't want to talk about it, I naturally won't force you."

Yang Ling raised an eyebrow, her eyes filled with admiration. This Yang Yuntian truly lived up to his reputation as the head of the Yang family; he was broad-minded and had an outstanding demeanor. No wonder the entire Yang family respected him and obeyed his every command.

"I'm here to tell you that there's a tough battle tonight. If you can't win, then run!" Yang Ling said calmly, a glint of shrewdness flashing in his eyes.

"You mean that group of assassins?" Yang Yuntian asked doubtfully. "Weren't they wiped out a long time ago?"

“That’s right.” Yang Ling nodded and said, “I know you have doubts, and I might as well be frank: those assassins were fake.”

"How is this possible?" Yang Yuntian exclaimed in surprise, his eyes wide open.

Yang Ling scoffed and said, "Why is it impossible? You actually believe such a clumsy trick?"

Upon hearing this, Yang Yuntian fell into deep thought. After careful consideration, he realized that the assassins were indeed highly skilled in martial arts and their moves were sharp and fierce, unlike what ordinary assassins should have. Therefore, that group of assassins from back then were truly dead.

But now Yang Ling is saying that the group of assassins are fake, which he finds unbelievable!

"How exactly did those assassins sneak in?" Yang Yuntian asked, frowning. He felt that something was amiss.

Yang Ling smiled faintly and said, "Guess!"

Upon hearing this, Yang Yuntian's forehead creased with annoyance, and he stared speechlessly at Yang Ling.

"I suspect someone let it in on purpose," Yang Yuntian asserted. The Yang family is the head of the four major families in the capital. To take action against the Yang family, one must have the strength to crush the entire family; otherwise, success is out of the question.

Yang Yuntian believed that many people must be involved behind this incident, otherwise how could those assassins have infiltrated the Yang family so silently?

Yang Ling smiled with satisfaction and said, "Uncle Yang is indeed wise!" As she spoke, Yang Ling approached Yang Yuntian, leaned close to his ear, and whispered, "I have found out who the mastermind behind those assassins is."

Yang Yuntian's cloudy eyes suddenly sharpened, and he asked, "Who is it?"

"Guess!" Yang Ling blinked her bright, peach-blossom eyes and playfully stuck out her tongue.

Yang Yuntian shook his head, both amused and exasperated. This kid is really naughty!

After chatting in the study for a while, Yang Ling left leisurely.

Yang Ling took a few steps, then suddenly stopped and instructed the middle-aged man following behind him, "Uncle Li, go and find the assassin. Tell him I have something important to discuss with him."

"Yes, young master," the middle-aged man replied, then quickly left.

A moment later, a man in blue robes hurried into the study and bowed respectfully, saying, "Greetings, young master!"

Yang Ling sat in a chair, crossed her legs, slowly took a sip of tea, looked up at the person who had come in, and casually asked, "What's your name?"

"Reporting to young master, my surname is Chen, and my given name is Lan," the man in blue replied respectfully, his beautiful phoenix eyes slightly lowered, not daring to look directly at Yang Ling.