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

Yang Wende paused, then continued, "I'm telling you these things now not so that you'll cause trouble for them. I'm just worried that they might do something desperate and harm you."

Yang Wende sighed, his brows furrowed with worry.

"Uncle, don't worry, I know what to do." Yang Ling clasped his hands and bowed, thanking him for the reminder.

Yang Wende waved his hand: "You don't need to thank me. We're family. Of course I don't want anything to happen to you."

Yang Ling narrowed her eyes slightly, a dark glint in them.

So the other person is the young lady from the Prime Minister's mansion! No wonder his face looks so familiar.

He had encountered the person once before on the streets of Beijing. He felt that the person looked very familiar, but he was not sure if he knew him.

Now that his uncle mentioned it, he was finally certain that the girl must be the legitimate daughter of the Prime Minister's mansion, A-Yue's cousin.

She and A-Yue were very close; they often went out together, which is why Yang Ling found her face familiar.

"I understand, thank you for the reminder, Uncle. I will be careful." Yang Ling bowed to his uncle, his attitude humble and polite.

"Okay." Yang Wende nodded. "Alright, nothing else, you can go now."

"Nephew takes his leave." Yang Ling clasped his hands in farewell and left the front hall.

After stepping outside, Yang Ling headed towards the training ground, eager to make the most of her time to practice martial arts.

He ran all the way and soon arrived at the training ground.

The training ground is located on a small hill, surrounded by forests, making it very secluded and quiet, and suitable for practicing martial arts.

After arriving at the training ground, he sat cross-legged on the wooden couch and closed his eyes to rest.

Just then, a rustling sound came from behind.

Yang Ling opened her eyes, her gaze sharp as a sword.

"Who are you?" Yang Ling asked coldly.

A boy dressed in blue emerged from the woods.

The boy was about fourteen or fifteen years old, tall and slender with handsome features, but his face was as pale as snow, without a trace of blood, as if he had not recovered from a serious illness.

The young man walked slowly over, his bright, clear eyes fixed on Yang Ling.

"I came here only to spar with you," the young man said slowly, pursing his lips. "I know you've defeated two people."

"Oh?" Yang Ling raised an eyebrow and asked, "Then do you know who I am?"

The boy frowned slightly, looking at him with a puzzled expression.

The boy pondered for a moment, then suddenly realized: "You're from the Yang family?"

"How do you know my background?" Yang Ling asked curiously.

The young man curled his lips into a smile and said calmly, "You are wearing the clothes of the young master of the Yang family."

Yang Ling looked at his clothes and, sure enough, saw that the clothes he was wearing were embroidered with the pattern of the Yang family's heir.

"I see." Yang Ling nodded and said, "If you want to spar with me, what should we compete in? A one-on-one duel or a group fight?"

The boy was slightly taken aback, clearly not understanding why he would say that.

Yang Ling said calmly, "I've been very busy lately and don't have time to compete with you."

Upon hearing this, the boy frowned and said in an unhappy tone, "What are you saying? Aren't we sparring?"

"Sorry, I don't want to waste my time competing with a stranger. I have other things to do," Yang Ling said coldly, shaking her head.

"I don't understand what you mean." The boy blinked in confusion, his bright, clear eyes fixed on Yang Ling.

Yang Ling glanced at him and said impatiently, "If you want to compete with me, then let's get to know each other first."

The boy was slightly taken aback, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.

Yang Ling asked, "What's your name?"

"Qin Tianyu," the boy replied.

Yang Ling frowned slightly, and a familiar name suddenly appeared in his mind. He pursed his lips, and a complex light flashed in his eyes.

"Are you the third young master of the Qin family?" Yang Ling asked.

The boy frowned slightly, a look of surprise flashing in his eyes: "How do you know who I am? Have you heard of me before?"

Yang Ling nodded; he had heard of this name before.

In his previous life, he had heard that there was a child prodigy in the capital city whose martial arts skills were superb and profound, and whose swordsmanship was divine. He was a rare talent.

But for some reason, when he was eight years old, the boy suddenly disappeared.

"Are you Yang Ling, the heir of the Yang family?" the young man asked in return.

Yang Ling was slightly taken aback and looked at him with a puzzled expression: "You know my name?"

The boy nodded: "When I came here just now, I saw two men running out from over there."

"What did they say to you?" Yang Ling asked.

The young man pursed his lips and said, "They said you are Yang Ling, the young master of the Yang family. You are young, but your martial arts skills are superb. They asked me to teach you a lesson."

"I see." Yang Ling nodded in understanding.

It seems that Qin Tianyu was instigated by those two men, which is why he came here to challenge him and spar, wanting to get revenge.

"If you want to fight me, I can grant your wish," Yang Ling said calmly.

The boy was slightly taken aback, not expecting him to suddenly change his mind.

Yang Ling said, "I'll give you a chance."

A gleam of joy flashed in the boy's eyes. He clasped his hands in a fist and bowed, saying, "Thank you for your help!"

Yang Ling walked to the center of the training ground and raised his hand to signal that he could start.

Qin Tianyu drew his sword from his waist, and with a flick of his wrist, the sharp blade sliced ​​through the air, aiming for Yang Ling's chest, a fierce gust of wind sweeping towards him.

A glint of darkness flashed in Yang Ling's eyes, and with a swift movement, she dodged Qin Tianyu's attack.

Qin Tianyu frowned slightly, a look of shock flashing in his eyes.

Unexpectedly, his sword strike was dodged by the opponent!

Now Qin Tianyu was even more interested in Yang Ling. He curled his lips and said coldly, "Again!"

The two fought fiercely, their swords clashing and sparks flying, filling the air with the strong smell of gunpowder.

The two fought for a long time, neither willing to give in, and neither able to gain the upper hand.

Yang Ling narrowed his eyes, a sharp glint in them. He raised his wrist and swung out a palm strike, sending a powerful gust of wind towards Qin Tianyu.

"Bang!" Qin Tianyu struck Yang Ling with a palm, and the two of them each took a step back.

The two stood in the center of the training ground, gazing at each other.

At that moment, a bright light suddenly appeared in the sky.

Yang Ling and Qin Tianyu looked up at the sky at the same time.

A full moon hung in the night sky, its bright light illuminating the earth. The bustling streets had fallen asleep, with only occasional patrolling soldiers hurrying by.

Yang Ling pursed her lips, her eyes flickering.

He and Qin Tianyu were the same age, but Qin Tianyu's swordsmanship was superb and profound, while he was slightly inferior.

"Let's go again!" Yang Ling curled her lips into a smile, her eyes blazing with fighting spirit.

The boy curled his lips into a smile, his bright, clear eyes fixed on Yang Ling, a gleam of excitement in them.

Yang Ling flashed forward and struck Qin Tianyu with a palm strike, the sharp wind sweeping towards him.

Qin Tianyu frowned slightly, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes. He quickly raised his arm to block the attack, the powerful impact causing his arm to ache slightly.