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

He wanted to understand these things, but the other party avoided the topic.

"Forget it, I don't know her anyway, so who cares who she is?" Yang Ling shook her head, shaking off the distracting thoughts in her mind.

As soon as Yang Ling stepped into the courtyard, he saw a little maid running towards him in a panic, her face pale.

"Young Master, something terrible has happened! Miss has fainted!"

"What?" Yang Ling's pupils suddenly contracted, and she quickly strode out of the house.

"Young Master, please save Miss! She has fainted!"

Yang Ling immediately pushed open the door and went inside. Sure enough, she saw Yang Yue lying on the bed with a pale face and her delicate eyebrows tightly furrowed, as if she was enduring great pain.

"Miss, wake up!" the maid cried anxiously.

Yang Ling walked over, helped Yang Yue sit up, and reached out to check her pulse. She found that Yang Yue was weak and had fainted from fright.

Yang Ling frowned, looking at her with heartache. He took out a pill and put it into her mouth, then used his internal energy to help her dispel the effects of the medicine.

"Cough cough cough." Yang Yue opened her sleepy eyes, somewhat at a loss.

"Miss, you're finally awake! You scared me to death!"

The little maid breathed a sigh of relief, and tears streamed down her face.

"Are you alright? What happened just now?"

Yang Yue rubbed her head, took a moment to calm down, and then slowly remembered everything that had just happened.

She suddenly thought of Yang Ling, and her eyes widened as she looked around, but she couldn't see him.

A deep disappointment and pain flashed across Yang Yue's eyes. She lowered her head and said softly, "Xiao Tao, you can leave now."

"Yes, ma'am."

Xiao Tao left the room and closed the door for her.

Yang Yue sat leaning against the bed, staring blankly at the bed curtains, feeling very sad.

She thought that after yesterday's events, he would change his opinion of her, but today he still treated her coldly and even ran away from home, disregarding their brotherly relationship.

Yang Yue lowered her eyes, her eyelashes glistening with crystal-clear tears, which silently dripped onto the pillow.

Her fists clenched, her eyes filled with hatred.

Yang Ling, since you're so heartless, then don't blame me for being impolite!

Yang Ling returned to her room, changed her clothes, and then went to the training ground to practice martial arts.

As soon as Yang Ling arrived at the training ground, he sensed two powerful pressures descending upon him.

He squinted, intently and warily observing his surroundings.

Two tall, burly men emerged from the woods not far away.

Two men stood on either side of him, staring intently at him.

One of the burly men rang out in a rough voice: "Hey! Kid! Where did you come from? You dare to steal our woman? You're asking for trouble!"

Another gaunt man sneered, "Kid, are you trying to have a match with us?"

"So what if it is?" Yang Ling retorted defiantly.

The burly man grinned, revealing his sharp, icy teeth, and said with disdain, "Tsk tsk, truly a newborn calf unafraid of tigers."

"Are you two coming at me together, or one-on-one?" Yang Ling asked calmly, a slight smile playing on her lips.

The two burly men exchanged a glance and burst into laughter: "Hahaha! This kid is a complete idiot!"

Yang Ling frowned slightly, a look of disgust on her face, and snorted coldly: "You'd better not force me to take action."

Upon hearing this, the two burly men reacted as if they had heard an extremely ridiculous joke: "You brat! You think you're worthy of fighting us one-on-one? We could crush you with a single finger!"

"You talk too much nonsense." Yang Ling snorted coldly and struck the two of them with a palm, the sharp wind sweeping towards them.

The two men's faces darkened, and they immediately prepared to fight.

After three moves, Yang Ling defeated the two men, who lay on the ground coughing up blood, their faces filled with horror and resentment.

This boy is incredibly talented!

Yang Ling clapped her hands and turned to leave.

He ran wildly all the way, rushing straight into the general's mansion and heading towards Yang Yue's bedroom.

"Bang!" Yang Ling knocked on the door a few times: "A-Yue! A-Yue, are you in there?"

Upon hearing the knock, Yang Yue quickly got up and opened the door.

"Ninth Brother, what brings you here?" Yang Yue asked in surprise.

Yang Ling's worried gaze swept over her, and only after confirming that she was safe and sound did she feel much more at ease.

"I heard you were sick, so I came to see you." Yang Ling composed herself and put on a faint smile.

A sweet smile bloomed on Yang Yue's face: "Thank you."

Yang Ling nodded: "Then you continue to rest, I'll be going now."

"Alright, Ninth Brother, take care." Yang Yue waved, indicating that he could leave.

As Yang Ling's figure receded into the distance, Yang Yue's expression gradually darkened, and a vicious, cold killing intent flashed in her eyes.

Yang Ling, you actually embarrassed me in public! I'll remember this!

Yang Yue clenched her fist, her nails digging into her flesh, causing a dull ache.

She clenched her teeth, her anger burning fiercely, wishing she could strangle this detestable Yang Ling right then and there!

Yang Ling, I'll make you kneel down and beg for mercy!

Yang Ling returned to her room, sat cross-legged, and closed her eyes to rest.

Just then, Xiao Tao came in carrying a kettle.

"Your Highness, please have some water."

Yang Ling opened her eyes, took the teacup, and gulped down all the water.

After finishing his tea, he put down the teacup and wiped his mouth.

Yang Ling looked out the window. The pitch-black night enveloped the entire continent, and the bustling streets had returned to tranquility, with only occasional patrolling soldiers hurrying by.

He pursed his lips and couldn't help but think of Yang Yue, that kind, pure, gentle and virtuous younger sister. Was she really that kind of person?

But everything she did proved that she was not as innocent and naive as she appeared.

Or rather, she was so good at pretending that she was able to deceive everyone.

Yang Ling stroked her chin, pondering how to expose Yang Yue's pretense.

"Miss...Miss!" Xiao Tao's voice came, filled with anxiety and worry.

Yang Ling turned to look at the door and saw Xiao Tao rushing in, looking like she was about to cry.

Seeing this, Yang Ling blinked in confusion and asked, "What's wrong? What happened?"

Xiao Tao wiped away her tears and said, "The doctor just examined you and said you have heatstroke. He told you to take some heatstroke relief pills before going to sleep."

"I see." Yang Ling nodded. "Go and call your elder brother over."

"Okay." Xiao Tao nodded in response and quickly went outside.

Yang Ling walked to the bedside, bent down, and looked at Yang Yue, who was fast asleep.

Yang Yue's cheeks were flushed, and fine beads of sweat appeared on her forehead.

Yang Ling raised his hand, his slender fingers caressing her face, his eyes deep and unfathomable.

Yang Yue, once I find a way to remove the toxins from your body, I will take you away.

Yang Ling took a deep breath and slowly withdrew her hand.

He stepped outside, looked at the flowers and plants in the yard, and a complex and unfathomable light flashed in his eyes.

He turned and walked towards the front hall, where he saw his uncle, Yang Wende, enjoying tea.