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

Chen Wenyuan sat in the room for a long time, seething with resentment, before gradually calming down.

He glanced at the delicious food on the table, then at his unconscious sister, and sighed.

"Hey!"

Chen Wenyuan helped Chen Lan'er walk out of the inn.

After leaving the Chen residence, Yang Ling went to find Chen Wenyu and Chen Wu.

When Chen Wenyu saw Yang Ling enter, he quickly went to greet her.

"Ah Ling, why are you looking for me so late?"

Yang Ling nodded, signaling Chen Wenyu to calm down.

Chen Wenyu looked at Yang Ling with a puzzled expression, but did not disturb him.

Yang Ling took out a letter and handed it to Chen Wu, saying, "Uncle Wu, could you please make a trip and deliver this letter to Brother Chen?"

Chen Wu paused for a moment, then took the letter from Yang Ling's hand.

After reading the letter, he immediately nodded in agreement: "Your Highness, please rest assured, I will send the letter out first thing tomorrow morning."

Yang Ling nodded upon hearing this.

"Alright, the matter is settled, I should go now." Yang Ling said, preparing to leave.

"Ah Ling, it's so late, why don't you stay and rest?" Chen Wenyu said urgently.

“I live right next door,” Yang Ling said casually.

He wasn't used to staying in strangers' houses, so even if he had to stay overnight, he would choose to sleep in the yard next door.

Chen Wenyu sighed helplessly, then followed Yang Ling to the neighboring courtyard.

The two brothers each harbored their own secrets. Chen Wenyu was filled with worry about what Yang Ling might do to him, and he was even afraid that Yang Ling might harm his sister.

Yang Ling glanced at Chen Wenyu's expression, a slight smile playing on her lips, before returning to her room to rest.

The next morning, Chen Wu completed the task Yang Ling had entrusted to him and then brought the letter back.

"Ah Ling, I've brought back what you asked for," Chen Wu said with a smile.

Yang Ling nodded in satisfaction, then opened the letter and began to read it.

After he finished reading the contents of the letter, a cold smile appeared on his lips.

It turned out that the letter was a plea for help, in which Yang Ling was told some secrets about Chen Wenyuan, including his weaknesses.

Chen Wenyuan had a childhood sweetheart named Shen Yarou, who was the illegitimate daughter of the Duke of Chen and Chen Wenyuan's fiancée.

After reading the letter, Yang Ling couldn't help but raise an eyebrow. His guess was indeed correct; Chen Wenyuan really did like women!

Ha ha……

Yang Ling folded the letter and put it in her bosom, then turned to Chen Wu and said, "Uncle Wu, I have to take care of something now. I'll come find you again at dinner time."

"Okay, do you need any help?" Chen Wu asked.

"No need," Yang Ling waved her hand and said, "Just wait for my news at home."

After Yang Ling left, he went straight to Zuixianlou.

After arriving at Zuixianlou, Yang Ling went straight to the second floor to find the manager.

"Waiter, do you have any powder that can spread rumors?" Yang Ling plopped down on a stool, crossed her legs, and asked the waiter.

The waiter was taken aback for a moment, then realized what was happening and greeted him warmly, "Young master, please wait a moment."

"Ah."

After the waiter left, Yang Ling leaned back in her chair and leisurely sipped her tea.

Not long after, the waiter brought in several exquisite porcelain vases.

"Young master, this is the medicinal powder that our manager instructed us to prepare for you. We hope you will like it." The waiter respectfully handed Yang Ling a porcelain bottle containing the medicinal powder.

Yang Ling looked at the porcelain bottle handed to her by the waiter, took it, and thanked him.

"Thank you, waiter. Are there any other fun things to do here?"

"Any other fun things to do?" The waiter thought for a moment. "Oh, we recently got a new batch of kabuki performers. If you're interested, young master, you can listen to their music, drink wine, and enjoy the flowers and scenery."

"Okay!" Yang Ling nodded, then took out a gold coin from her sleeve and stuffed it into the waiter's hand.

Upon seeing this, the waiter quickly declined, saying, "Young master, what is the meaning of this?"

Yang Ling said with a smile, "Tip."

The waiter was amused. "Young master, you jest."

"I'm not joking, you have to accept the tip. I'd also like to listen to some music, so please don't refuse," Yang Ling said with a grin.

Yang Ling insisted on giving it to him, so the waiter had no choice but to accept it and then led Yang Ling to the backyard.

"Young master, this young lady is Bai Yujiao, the most beautiful courtesan at our Drunken Immortal Pavilion." The waiter led Yang Ling into a courtyard. "She happens to have a performance today. If you are interested, you can watch the show from the side."

Yang Ling looked up and saw a stage set up in the center of the courtyard. Several scantily clad, shapely girls were dancing energetically, eliciting cheers and screams from the audience.

Yang Ling watched for a while, then followed the waiter forward.

Soon, the two arrived at another courtyard.

This courtyard is rather secluded, surrounded by many peach trees. It is currently the height of summer, with lush foliage, fragrant blossoms, and a pleasant scene.

Under an ancient peach tree, Yang Ling saw a woman dressed in a light purple gauze dress sitting alone at a stone table, lost in thought.

The woman was very beautiful, with an oval face, willow-leaf eyebrows, and cherry lips.

"Young master, this is our most beautiful courtesan at Zuixianlou—Miss Bai Yujiao. She is one of the most beautiful women in our Zuixianlou," the waiter said with a smile.

Yang Ling nodded, then stepped in front of Bai Yujiao and looked down at her.

"So you're Bai Yujiao?" Yang Ling asked in an icy tone.

Bai Yujiao heard the familiar voice, looked up, and saw a strikingly handsome face.

"It's me." Bai Yujiao frowned slightly. "Who are you? Why are you looking at me like that?"

Yang Ling curled his lips into a wicked smile and chuckled, "My name is Yang Ling, and I'm a regular at your Zuixianlou. Yesterday, one of your waiters delivered a letter, and I think you'd be interested in knowing about it."

Bai Yujiao looked at Yang Ling suspiciously, then took the envelope and slowly unfolded the letter.

Seeing this, Yang Ling did not urge them, but stood quietly to the side.

After reading the letter, Bai Yujiao froze on the spot.

Yang Ling glanced at her, then asked with a smile, "Would you be willing to marry me?"

Bai Yujiao suddenly raised her head and looked at Yang Ling in surprise: "What did you say? I...I'm willing."

"In that case, go and spread the word about this now. I believe you can do it," Yang Ling said with a smile.

Bai Yujiao paused for a moment, then quickly lowered her eyes to hide the panic and excitement in them: "Young Master, is this really going to work?"

Yang Ling looked at Bai Yujiao with a serious expression and said slowly, "As long as you do as I say, everything will be fine."

Bai Yujiao gritted her teeth and agreed, "Okay, I'll follow your arrangements."

Yang Ling patted Bai Yujiao on the shoulder: "Alright, go ahead and get busy. Remember to spread the word as soon as possible."

"Please rest assured, young master, I will spread the word as soon as possible." Bai Yujiao nodded.