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

"It's alright, Young Master An, there's no need for such formalities."

Upon hearing this, An Yu forced a stiff smile onto her face.

"Your Highness, is there any business with you here today?"

An Yuqiang suppressed his inner fear and asked, feigning confusion.

Yang Ling did not respond directly to his words, but instead looked around the room with a faint smile on her lips.

When the people in the room saw Yang Ling looking at them like that, they all lowered their heads.

"Everyone is here. Don't treat me like an outsider. Just continue what you were saying."

Yang Ling appeared magnanimous.

But none of the people present dared to speak.

"What, you all dare not speak up when I am here?"

Yang Ling's voice suddenly rose, startling everyone in the room, especially An Yu, whose face turned pale.

"Your Highness, what...what are you doing?"

An Yu forced herself to calm down and tried her best to maintain the smile on her face.

"What should I do?"

Yang Ling raised an eyebrow. "What do you think? I've rushed here at breakneck speed. I'm sure Young Master An already knows why I'm here!"

After saying that, Yang Ling plopped down in a chair, crossed her legs, and squinted at the people in front of her.

An Yu's forehead was covered in cold sweat, but she still maintained her smile.

With his intelligence, he naturally knew what Yang Ling's purpose was in coming here; those guys from Black Wind Stronghold had ultimately betrayed him.

Yang Ling looked at the person in front of him with a calm expression. He felt that this guy was not simple when they first met, but he did not expect him to be the most important person in the entire Longxi City.

"Young Master An, just hand over the item there. I don't want to make a big fuss here."

Yang Ling's tone was clearly threatening. An Yu looked up at the person in front of her with a look of fear on her face and couldn't help but tremble.

"Your Highness, do you really have to do this?"

There's nothing more to say now that things have come to this, and An Yu can only pray that Yang Ling won't go too far.

Hearing the other party's words, Yang Ling smiled slightly. This kid is still thinking about resisting, which shows he doesn't take himself seriously at all.

"I don't like nonsense. You'd better think carefully about what to say."

Yang Ling reached out and picked up the teacup on the table, slowly sipped the tea, looking relaxed and not at all worried that the other party would play any tricks.

An Yu looked at Yang Ling and remained silent for a long time. Since Yang Ling had already arrived here, it meant that the other party was 100% confident.

If I persist, there will be no result.

In the end, all I could do was sigh helplessly.

"Your Highness, the items will be sent over shortly, but we don't know how Your Highness intends to deal with us!"

After finishing her tea, Yang Ling tossed the cup aside, a smile playing on her lips, her expression serene and nonchalant.

"Young Master An, what do you mean by that?"

"Since Your Highness has come to me, you must already know everything. I wonder how Your Highness intends to deal with me?"

An Yu smiled bitterly; he hadn't expected Yang Ling to have investigated so quickly.

"Kill, or spare."

Yang Ling uttered a few words, which made An Yu's body tremble violently, and his fists clenched tightly.

“Young Master An, I also cherish talent. It’s up to you to make your choice.”

"If Young Master An is willing to cooperate with me, he will enjoy endless wealth and honor in the future. If Young Master An remains obstinate, I would like to experience his strength firsthand."

Yang Ling's voice was calm, but every word she spoke was like a sharp blade piercing An Yu's chest.

An Yu lowered her eyes slightly, concealing the cold glint in them.

"Thank you for your kindness, Your Highness. We are willing to sincerely submit to you."

After saying that, An Yu respectfully knelt down, and the others followed suit.

Yang Ling looked at the four people in front of her and nodded.

"Young Master An, I hope we can cooperate happily in the future."

Upon hearing this, An Yu forced a smile and said, "Your Highness is too kind. I will do my utmost to assist Your Highness in the future."

……

In less than three days, the bandits outside Liangzhou City had been almost completely wiped out.

Yang Ling, carrying Princess Shangyang's valuables, made a grand entrance towards the place where Princess Shangyang was staying.

The moment the two met, a tense atmosphere filled the air.

Princess Shangyang looked at Yang Ling with disdain in her eyes.

Seeing this, Yun'er, who was standing next to her, frowned slightly.

"Mr. Zhuge, what is the background of this Princess Shangyang, and why is she still so aloof when she sees His Highness?"

Yun'er looked at Mr. Zhuge beside her with a puzzled expression, and Mr. Zhuge frowned slightly after hearing this.

Princess Shangyang has always been arrogant and domineering. Even when she was in the capital, she often clashed with the Ninth Prince.

Although I don't know why they've come to Liangzhou, I suspect they're up to no good.

"You'll have to ask His Highness about that; I don't know the specifics."

Mr. Zhuge stroked his beard and spoke calmly.

Upon hearing this, Yun'er immediately turned to look at Yang Ling beside her.

Yang Ling met her gaze, a wicked smile curving his lips, and slowly walked towards Princess Shangyang.

Princess Shangyang heard footsteps behind her, her brows furrowing slightly. She said impatiently, "Just bring the things over. Is such a big fuss really necessary?"

Yang Ling stood beside Princess Shangyang, looking at her with a dark and deep light in his eyes. His thin lips parted slightly, and his voice was low, "I'm afraid some people will say that I'm not hospitable enough."

Upon hearing Yang Ling's words, Princess Shangyang's eyes widened in disbelief as she stared at the man before her, unable to believe that these words had come from Yang Ling's mouth.

"Alright, I've delivered the goods to you. From now on, behave yourself in the city. This is Liangzhou, not the capital. I won't tolerate anything from you."

After saying that cold sentence, Yang Ling walked into her lodgings without looking back.

Glancing at the guards inside, this woman was indeed a coward, having invited all the famous martial arts masters in the capital.

Yang Ling walked inside with a gloomy expression when suddenly a beautiful figure rushed into his arms, and the soft, delicate body made Yang Ling tremble.

Yang Ling embraced the beauty in his arms with one hand and stroked her waist with the other, feeling the smooth and warm touch of his palm. A look of disgust flashed in his eyes. "Who allowed you to get close to me?"

"Your Highness... I... I didn't mean to."

The beauty seemed to realize she had made a mistake and hurriedly withdrew from Yang Ling's embrace, looking at him timidly as if he had bullied her.

Yang Ling looked at the woman in front of him with disdain. He was familiar with this kind of plot. She just relied on her looks and suddenly appeared in front of him.

What follows is the kind of melodramatic plot that follows, and it's clear that this woman has some kind of mission to get close to him...