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

"To become your vassal?" Wang Zhiyong was surprised. He had not expected Yang Ling to have such crazy ambitions.

Yang Ling said, "What? You're not even willing to do this?"

"Yang Ling, aren't you being a bit too greedy? The Wang family is the head of the three great families in Anning City. How could they possibly submit to someone else?" Wang Zhiyong said angrily.

Yang Ling scoffed, "So what if they are the three great families? In my eyes, they are nothing but ants, easily destroyed."

"Arrogant!" Wang Zhiyong roared. He, the dignified head of the Wang family, was being called an ant. This was an insult he could not bear.

"I'll ask you one more time, are you willing to become my vassal?"

A chilling killing intent flashed in Yang Ling's eyes. No matter what, he held the power to control a province, so he definitely had the strength to do so.

Wang Zhiyong felt a terrifying pressure coming down on him, and he immediately broke out in a cold sweat and trembled all over.

"The Wang family... the Wang family submits!" he said in a low voice. The situation was beyond his control, so he could only submit and wait for the day he could rise up and avenge himself.

"Very good!" A smile appeared on Yang Ling's lips. "Then from now on, you will stay in Anning City and be my dog!"

"Dog? How dare you insult me?" Wang Zhiyong's face turned ashen, and he was furious.

Yang Ling said coldly, "If you don't agree, I can send you to see the King of Hell right now." His eyes were icy cold, revealing a chilling aura that was captivating.

Wang Zhiyong trembled inwardly. He knew that Yang Ling meant what she said, so he gritted his teeth and said, "I promise you!" His tone was full of resentment and unwillingness, but at this moment, he was helpless.

"I've remembered, from now on you'll be called Xiao Hei." Yang Ling narrowed her eyes slightly, a smile playing on her lips.

Xiao Hei, Wang Zhiyong. Upon hearing this name, Wang Zhiyong felt even more aggrieved, but he still nodded in agreement.

"Very good!" Yang Ling patted Xiao Hei's head and nodded in satisfaction.

"Then, we'll have to deal with some troublesome matters next." Yang Ling looked outside, her gaze deep, as if she had already seen something.

Yang Ling stood up, walked out of the room, and came to the courtyard. She glanced at the surrounding scenery and a faint smile appeared on her lips.

At this moment, dozens of people were guarding the courtyard, most of whom possessed unfathomable skills.

Yang Ling's lips curled up. Sure enough, many hidden sentries were set up here, protecting the entire courtyard so well that even birds and mosquitoes could not escape.

Yang Ling moved lightly towards a house in front of her. At the door, two guards stood expressionless, like stone statues.

Suddenly, the two guards moved quickly, arriving in front of Yang Ling in the blink of an eye.

"Your Highness, what brings you here?"

The two guards said respectfully.

Yang Ling said with a smile, "I'm here to see a friend."

The two guards asked in confusion, "Who?"

“Male!” Yang Ling replied, and continued walking inside.

The two guards looked at each other in surprise. This Ninth Prince was elusive and rarely left his residence. They never expected him to come to their residence today.

Yang Ling made her way to the deepest part of the room without any obstacles and pushed open the door.

At this moment, the boy lay unconscious on the bed with his eyes closed.

"Young Master!" Upon seeing Yang Ling, the maidservant hurriedly ran over and called out anxiously.

"Don't worry, he's just asleep." Yang Ling waved her hand, signaling the maid to relax.

"Young master, who is this young master...?" the maid asked, puzzled, upon seeing the boy lying on the bed.

Yang Ling pointed at the boy and said, "She is my brother, and her name is Mu Chen."

Mu Chen was the name Yang Ling chose in his previous life because he was an orphan and had no surname.

The maidservant breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that Yang Ling seemed to treat the man with great respect.

Yang Ling took Mu Chen's pulse and found that although the toxins in Mu Chen's body had been eliminated, he was still weak and needed to rest for a few days to recover.

"Young master, I'll go prepare dinner. Please wait a moment." The maid finished speaking and left.

Yang Ling sat in the chair and looked Mu Chen up and down. He noticed that Mu Chen's features resembled Mu Bai's by about 70%.

His mother, Lin Yueyao, was not very old, only about twenty-five or twenty-six years old, and Mu Chen looked quite similar to Lin Yueyao, so Yang Ling judged that Mu Chen might be the child of Mu Bai and Lin Yueyao.

Yang Ling pondered for a moment, then took out paper and pen, wrote down a list of medicinal herbs, and handed it to Mu Chen's personal maid, saying, "Go and gather all the herbs for me, and brew them as soon as possible so that he can drink them."

"Yes!" The maid acknowledged the order and left.

Yang Ling stood up, turned to look at Mu Chen, and said, "Since I've met you, then I'll consider myself to owe you my life."

After saying that, he walked out of the room and closed the door.

As night falls, the bright moon hangs in the sky, casting a layer of silvery light.

"Boom!" A deafening thunderclap resounded through the sky, dark clouds gathered, lightning flashed and thunder roared, and in an instant, a torrential downpour swept down.

Yang Ling sat on the rooftop, gazing at the starry sky, and murmured, "God, has it finally rained?"

A wicked smile appeared on his lips, and then he leaped into the night and disappeared.

On a hillside a hundred meters away from the Wang family's house stood a group of people, each exuding a strong aura of menace, clearly seasoned killers.

The person in the lead was none other than Zhao Yunxiao.

"Master, the Wang family's defenses are extremely tight; we simply can't infiltrate them!" one of the assassins said.

Zhao Yunxiao frowned and said, "How about this, let's retreat first and come back tomorrow."

"Yes!" The assassins clasped their fists in greeting, then quietly disappeared into the night.

The next morning, as soon as Yang Ling stepped out of the courtyard, he saw a woman rushing towards him anxiously, saying, "Young Master, something terrible has happened!"

Yang Ling stopped and frowned, asking, "What happened?"

The woman, panting heavily, said, "The hostages we captured yesterday have disappeared. The Wang family sent people to search the entire city, but they still haven't found them."

Yang Ling frowned slightly; he hadn't expected the Wang family to react so swiftly.

"Young master, what should we do now?" the woman asked.

Yang Ling said, "Since we can't find it, let's not waste time and just take action."

“But they are, after all, members of the Wang family. The Wang family is very powerful, and I’m afraid it will cause unnecessary trouble,” the woman said.

"Heh, so what if they're the Wang family? Do you think they can eat me?" Yang Ling snorted coldly. He would never give these unruly people a kind look.

"Pass down the order, take action immediately." Yang Ling gave the order, and soon their team assembled.

Yang Ling rode his horse and galloped towards the Wang family's residence.

He rode his fine horse to the Wang family mansion, where the gates were wide open and the place was bustling with activity.