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

Yang An's expression changed drastically, his muscles tensed, and a look of fear flashed in his eyes.

When Yang Ling entered, everyone fell silent, not daring to utter a sound.

Yang Ling sat in her seat, looked up at Yang An and Lin Shi, and wondered, what's going on?

"Your Highness is back!"

Yang An was the first to react, immediately stepping forward and grasping Yang Ling's hand with a kind smile: "Why are you back today? Didn't you stay a few more days? Or was something held up?"

Although he had a smile on his face, it revealed his deep concern and worry.

"You...you really are something, you never even bother to send a message home. We've been so worried about your marriage! Now that you're finally an adult, it's time you got engaged!"

Seeing this, Madam Lin quickly smiled and went over to him, patting Yang Ling's shoulder and looking him up and down with a smile: "Look, you've grown a lot taller and stronger."

Her gaze lingered on the jade pendant at Yang Ling's waist. The emerald green jade pendant shone brightly in the candlelight, clearly indicating its exceptional value.

A glint of greed flashed in Madam Lin's eyes, but she quickly concealed it and continued, "Your father has already chosen three daughters from prominent families to be your concubines. Which one do you think is the most suitable?"

Upon hearing this, Yang Ling frowned and glared at Lin Shi with a gloomy expression.

He was about to speak when a woman's voice suddenly came from beside him: "Mother! Can you please stop playing matchmaker? My brother is only fourteen years old, he's still young!"

"Ling'er, what do you know? This man became a father at fifteen! Your brother is about to come of age, do you want him to remain a virgin?"

Lin scolded Yang Ling without any politeness, her eyes fixed on the emerald green jade pendant, wishing she could just take it for herself.

She turned to the man beside her, smiling obsequiously, "My lord, I think it's best to leave this matter to you to decide, what do you think?"

Upon hearing this, Yang An frowned slightly, a hint of disgust flashing across his face.

However, out of consideration for Lin's feelings, he could only suppress his anger and coldly snorted, "Since Ling'er doesn't like it, then let's drop this matter."

"Ling'er, how can you be so willful? You must listen to your mother on this matter!"

Yang Ling coldly surveyed the people in the room, her eyes filled with mockery, her tone icy: "I disagree! I haven't even seen this woman, I won't marry!"

"Ling'er, what nonsense are you spouting?!"

Yang An's face suddenly darkened, his tone became serious, and he glared fiercely at Yang Ling.

"Father, please don't blame my brother. He's still young!"

Yang Yue stood up and gently comforted Yang An, her beautiful eyes sparkling with worry, as if she was afraid he would be angry.

Yang An took two deep breaths, suppressing his anger, and forced a smile: "Don't worry, Yue'er, your father is not blaming your brother. He just thinks your brother is too willful and unwilling to get married. It's not for any other reason."

"Mmm." Yang Yue nodded obediently, indicating her understanding.

"Father, I am not being unreasonable! I have indeed never seen any other girls, and I have no desire to get married. Please, Father, withdraw your order!"

Yang Ling glanced at Yang Yue indifferently, then insisted on speaking, her attitude unusually firm.

He didn't understand why, despite not wanting to get married, he was being persecuted by his father and siblings.

"Bastard!"

Yang An was so angry that the veins on his forehead bulged, his cheeks turned red, and his sharp eyes stared intently at Yang Ling as if he wanted to devour him.

"Yang Ling, you think you're all grown up now? Are you going to disobey my orders?"

He slammed his fist on the table in anger and roared.

Yang Yue was startled and quickly grabbed his sleeve: "Father, please calm down, don't frighten my brother."

Yang Yue's tone was full of worry and fear.

"Look at your brother! He doesn't respect me, his father, at all! It's infuriating!"

Yang An's chest heaved violently as he gasped for breath, his entire being seemingly drained of energy, utterly dejected.

Yang Ling coldly curled her lips and gave a disdainful sneer.

Yang Yue's face turned ashen instantly, and tears streamed down her face.

She wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes with a handkerchief, bit her lip, and looked at Yang An: "Father, please don't be angry. My brother acted impulsively. He will definitely not disobey you in the future. Please calm down."

After she finished speaking, she turned around and looked at Yang Ling with pleading eyes, hoping that he would back down and not anger his father, so as not to bring trouble upon himself.

Upon hearing Yang Yue's words, Yang An was immediately enraged.

He angrily pointed at Yang Ling's nose and cursed, "Look at your sister, how sensible she is! And you, you actually talk back to me! Do you even respect me as your father?!"

"Heh." Yang Ling sneered, looking at him with mockery: "I'd like to ask Father, what exactly are you? Why should I show you filial piety?"

Yang An froze, his eyes filled with disbelief.

"Yang Ling! What nonsense are you spouting! How could you speak of my father like that! You have disappointed me greatly!"

Yang Yue's pretty face turned deathly pale. Her lips trembled, her eyes welled with tears, and she looked at Yang Ling with heartbreaking sorrow.

Yang Ling ignored the two of them and simply turned and left.

"Get back here! Get back here!"

Yang An was furious and chased after him in a fit of rage, trying to grab his arm and pull him back.

However, Yang Ling ran very fast and disappeared from his sight in the blink of an eye.

"Yang Ling! You come back here right now!"

Yang An roared in exasperation.

Yang Yue stood there, stunned for a moment, then clutched her chest and wept uncontrollably.

She cried and cursed Yang Ling for being unfilial, not only disobeying his father but also wishing him a terrible death.

"Yue'er, are you alright?" Seeing her sad and upset, Yang An hurriedly went over, hugged her in his arms, and comforted her.

Yang Yue nestled in Yang An's arms, crying her heart out.

"Husband, what should I do? How could my brother treat us like this? Waaaaah..."

Yang An gently patted her back and sighed, "Yue'er, don't cry. Your father will definitely find a more suitable candidate for you."

Yang Yue shook her head: "No! Father, I don't want to marry anyone, I only love you!"

Hearing this confession, Yang An was moved and hugged her, saying, "Okay, whatever you say."

……

Yang Ling wandered alone through the mansion, feeling troubled.

Suddenly, that delicate and beautiful face appeared in his mind.

Thinking about what happened last night, a wave of irritation washed over me.

He had never seen her, much less known her.

But she helped him time and time again, which made him suspicious.

Who exactly is she? Why does she always help him out of trouble?

Furthermore, her clear, bright black eyes were like a vast starry sky, dazzling and captivating.