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

Half an hour later, Yang Ling and Yang Yun arrived outside a dilapidated village. Inside the village, many houses had long since been reduced to ruins.

After experiencing war, there are many such places all over the country.

Yang Ling frowned slightly. Wasn't his greatest hope for peace and prosperity for the country?

The world has become like this, which truly pains him.

"Your Highness, the actions of those rebels are so ruthless."

Yang Yun sat on his horse with a look of regret on his face, all he could see were ruins.

"Ah."

Yang Ling responded softly and then walked forward. He still didn't know where the original owner of this body had died.

"You two hurry up and catch up!"

Suddenly, a soldier rushed out of a small courtyard ahead and directed Yang Ling and the others to move forward.

"what happened?"

Yang Yun frowned and looked at the soldier.

"Many houses in the village were burned down just as the sun was setting."

The soldier spoke, his eyes filled with a hint of fear, clearly still vivid in his memory of the horrific scene from that time.

Upon hearing this, Yang Ling sighed inwardly, remarking how fierce the fire had been back then.

Although the buildings in the village are in ruins, the words "General's Mansion" can still be discerned on the plaque above the door of one of the houses.

A smile appeared on Yang Ling's lips. He hadn't expected that he would actually find the Yang family's old house.

This general's mansion was the residence of his father, Yang Qing, but it was burned down due to war, and his mother perished in the fire.

Thinking of this, Yang Ling's eyes flashed with a cold light, and a surge of anger rose from his chest.

Inside the Yang family's old residence, several black figures stood in a courtyard.

Three of them were men: two middle-aged men and a young girl.

"Are you sure Yang Yun has returned to the capital?" a middle-aged man asked.

“It’s absolutely true. We saw Yang Yun leave the border with more than a dozen carriages that day,” another man said, his tone extremely respectful, not daring to look directly at the three men in black in front of him.

"Humph!"

After hearing what his subordinates said, one of the middle-aged men snorted coldly: "Now that Yang Yun is back, we don't need to hide anymore."

"Yes, my lord."

……

"My lord, this village is empty; there isn't a single person left."

Yang Ling led his men to the vicinity of the General's Mansion, only to find that the entire village was devoid of any signs of life except for him and Yang Yun.

"Let's go and look around somewhere else."

Yang Ling narrowed his eyes, secretly wondering if the news of his return had spread throughout the entire Great Liang Kingdom.

After thinking it over, Yang Ling quickened her pace and headed towards the outskirts of the village.

Sure enough, Yang Ling soon encountered another group of soldiers, and their attire was almost identical to the previous group.

However, these soldiers were not dressed like soldiers of the Great Liang Kingdom; instead, they looked like soldiers of the Western Regions Kingdom.

Upon seeing the soldiers of the Western Regions, a piece of information immediately came to Yang Ling's mind: the Western Regions was an enemy country of the Great Liang Dynasty, and every time the Great Liang Dynasty attacked the Western Regions, the Western Regions would send a large number of soldiers to support them.

Meanwhile, at the border between the Great Liang Dynasty and the Western Regions, there exists a desert ravaged by sandstorms year-round, a place even martial artists dare not venture into.

But this desert contains countless treasures; whoever obtains it will become incredibly wealthy.

"My lord, there is a river ahead."

Yang Yun stopped and looked at a river in the distance.

Yang Ling lifted her foot and walked along the river. Before long, they reached the middle of the river.

The river was swift, and water splashed out, crashing against the banks and creating waves.

In the middle of the water, Yang Ling sat on a stone slab, her hand supporting her forehead, her thoughts wandering.

Yang Yun stood quietly by her side, a hint of worry in her eyes.

Images from his past life flashed through Yang Ling's mind, and the boys in those images were just as lonely as he was.

They were sent to the frontier from a young age, and from there they learned to kill, to fight, and to be bloodthirsty.

"Perhaps this is the reason for my death in my previous life!" Yang Ling murmured softly.

In the war, one of them will eventually be defeated, and that person will be the loser.

Suddenly, Yang Ling's pupils contracted sharply, and his gaze fell on a towering ancient tree, on which hung a corpse.

"My lord, what's wrong?"

Yang Yun noticed Yang Ling's unusual behavior and immediately asked her a question.

Yang Ling shook her head, offering no further explanation, and slowly stood up.

He stretched out his right hand and reached out into the void, and instantly a silver needle flew down from the tree trunk.

Yang Ling clenched his fists, a fierce killing intent flashing in his eyes, and said in a deep voice, "You've finally come."

A look of confusion appeared on Yang Yun's face; he didn't understand what Yang Ling meant by "you guys".

call out!

Yang Ling flicked his right finger, and a silver needle flew out and pierced directly into the tree trunk.

boom!

In an instant, the tree trunk exploded, countless fragments flew everywhere, and a black figure flew out from the wood chips.

"what!"

The moment the black figure came into Yang Yun's sight, a shrill scream suddenly rang out.

"You... how did you find me?" The owner of the black figure was shocked. He did not expect that Yang Ling could see through him with just a silver needle.

Yang Ling's lips curled up, forming a cold arc: "In this world, there are only a handful of people who can evade my spiritual power detection, and you happen to be one of them."

Upon hearing this, the man's expression changed inscrutable.

"I know who you are now, you are Yang Yun, the fifth prince of the Great Liang Kingdom!"

The man's voice was filled with a sinister tone, making Yang Yun's eyelids twitch wildly.

Yang Yun's face turned ashen; he hadn't expected his identity to be exposed.

"How did you find this place?" Yang Yun's expression was extremely solemn, his eyes fixed on the black figure, filled with intense vigilance.

The man in black robes grinned: "Hahaha, we laid a trap here two months ago, specifically to deal with the army of the Great Liang Kingdom."

Upon hearing this, Yang Yun's expression turned even uglier. He hadn't expected that his plan would be discovered by the other party beforehand.

"Yang Yun, you can't escape today, even if you grow wings! Just obediently accept your death!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a long sword suddenly appeared in the black-robed man's hand, and he quickly pounced towards Yang Yun, the sharp blade gleaming with a chilling light.

Yang Yun's expression hardened, and he pressed his right palm firmly against the hilt of his sword at his waist, preparing to draw his sword to meet the attack.

shuh~

However, at that moment, Yang Yun heard the sound of wind breaking. He turned his head and saw a sharp sword light rushing towards him.

boom!

Yang Yun staggered backward, his right hand clutching his chest, the bright red blood staining his clothes.