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

Yang Ling walked directly into the main courtyard.

He entered the dormitory without any hindrance and saw a boy lying on his side on the bed, resting.

That was Yang Ling's second younger brother, Yang Jinglin. He was unable to attend the morning court session this morning due to his injury, so he was able to get a good night's sleep now.

Seeing this, Yang Ling's eyes revealed a faint warmth.

This second brother was his eldest brother, who usually doted on him and was quite dutiful.

He walked over quietly, sat down by the bed, and called out, "Second brother, wake up."

Yang Jinglin opened his sleepy eyes, saw Yang Ling, and his face lit up with joy. He propped himself up and said, "Ah Ling, you're here!"

"Okay, lie down first," Yang Ling patted the spot next to her and gently reminded her, "Be careful that your wound doesn't reopen."

Yang Jinglin obediently lay back down, tugging at his sleeve and saying, "I just heard that Father is sick. Is it serious?"

"Fortunately, the imperial physician said it was just exhaustion," Yang Ling said, relaying the words of the eunuch sent by the emperor this morning.

Upon hearing this, Yang Jinglin frowned and asked worriedly, "Is Father's health really alright?"

“Father is in good health, there’s no need to worry,” Yang Ling said. “How are you feeling? Are your injuries alright?”

"It's alright. The imperial physician said I've almost fully recovered and it won't affect my attendance at court." Yang Jinglin grinned, his smile bright and pure.

"That's good." Yang Ling breathed a sigh of relief.

He's fine, so he doesn't need to worry.

"By the way, where did you go last night? I searched the whole city but couldn't find you. Where did you go?"

"I'm going out shopping."

"You're going to buy something?" Yang Jinglin was extremely surprised. "Is there anything you need?"

Yang Ling shook her head: "We don't need it."

"Then where will you buy it?" Yang Jinglin pressed for details.

Yang Ling, annoyed by his persistent questioning, simply said, "I'm going to the Prince of Qin's residence."

Yang Jinglin was stunned: "...What are you doing at the Prince of Qin's residence?"

"I've gone to see the King of Qin."

Yang Jinglin's eyes widened, looking as if he had seen a ghost. It took him a long time to find his voice: "You...you actually went to see Father?"

Yang Ling shrugged and explained casually, "I don't know that person; I just happened to run into him."

"You don't know him?" Yang Jinglin asked suspiciously. "Then why are you alone with him? Is he your friend?"

“No, he’s my enemy,” Yang Ling answered quickly.

Yang Jinglin was dumbfounded, "...An enemy?"

Yang Jinglin looked bewildered, a guess popping into his mind, and his eyes widened in shock: "Could it be... that you have a personal grudge against that person?"

"Yes," Yang Ling admitted frankly. Anyway, this matter couldn't be kept secret, so there was no difference between saying it sooner or later.

Yang Jinglin paused for a moment, then asked, "What's his name?"

“His name is Zhao Qiyang,” Yang Ling said.

Yang Jinglin's face instantly turned dark.

Zhao Qiyang! It was him!

Yang Ling and Zhao Qiyang had a feud in the past.

Among the Yang family's children, Yang Ling was the fourth oldest, while Yang Jinglin, who was a year older, was the eldest grandson of the Yang family and the only heir.

Yang Jingyang and Yang Jinglin were of vastly different social standing. Logically, Yang Ling should have been trying to please his older brother. However, Yang Ling had been unruly since childhood and did not take his high-ranking older brother seriously at all, even angering him repeatedly.

Yang Jinglin had a bad temper and was spoiled rotten. How could he tolerate his younger brother ignoring him like this? So the two fought several times, and each time Yang Jinglin suffered a crushing defeat.

Moreover, the two forged a deep revolutionary friendship.

Later, Yang Jinglin successfully ascended the throne as emperor, while Yang Ling was enfeoffed as the Prince of Ning, which greatly narrowed the gap in status between him and Yang Jinglin.

Yang Jinglin always felt regretful. If Yang Ling hadn't taken his throne, he might have succeeded by now and become a holy ruler revered by all.

He hated his third brother to the core.

Later, Yang Ling was named Crown Prince, and Yang Jinglin's feelings were a mixture of jealousy and resentment.

He wanted to destroy Yang Ling's glory.

Unfortunately, Yang Ling was incredibly lucky; even though he died on the front lines, his mother survived.

Over the years, the two of them have been engaged in a fierce rivalry, with each side experiencing both victories and defeats.

Both Yang Jinglin and Yang Jingyan wished for Yang Ling to die and disappear forever.

Unfortunately, they were destined to dream.

Yang Jingyan was killed, but Yang Ling was unharmed and even benefited from the misfortune, being named the crown prince.

Yang Jinglin was once dejected.

He tried hard to suppress his hatred for Yang Ling, to forget what Yang Ling had done to him, to pretend that nothing had happened, and then to continue his battle of wits with him.

Yang Jinglin only breathed a sigh of relief when Yang Ling suddenly announced the annulment of the engagement at Yang Jingyan's funeral.

In this way, their grudges were wiped clean, and he finally escaped Yang Ling's shadow.

However, he never expected that his good younger brother would actually dare to go see their father!

Yang Ling is incredibly audacious.

"Ah Ling, what are you doing at the Prince of Qin's residence?" Yang Jinglin lowered his voice, his tone concerned. "Don't do anything foolish! The Prince of Qin holds immense power; we can't afford to offend him."

"I know, I wasn't acting impulsively, don't worry," Yang Ling said calmly, her eyes clear as if they could illuminate all the darkness in Yang Jinglin's heart.

Yang Jinglin was stunned for a moment, then suddenly realized.

Looking at the familiar face before him, he suddenly understood something.

It turns out that his younger brother, his most respected and trusted brother, had already sensed the danger.

He wanted to use this opportunity to completely resolve the crisis.

“Ah Ling…” Yang Jinglin’s eyes welled up with tears.

Yang Ling patted his shoulder and laughed, "Alright, stop crying. If you keep crying, your mother will definitely blame me if she sees you crying."

Yang Jinglin sniffed and choked up, saying, "My parents don't care about me anymore."

Yang Ling sighed: "It's all because you're always causing trouble and making your father very angry."

"I was wrong," Yang Jinglin obediently admitted, "I won't do it again, I promise!"

Yang Ling patted his head: "That's a good boy. Take good care of yourself and I'll come see you again in a while."

Yang Jinglin nodded and watched him leave.

After Yang Ling left, Yang Jinglin immediately instructed his maid to go find the Prince of Qin.

The King of Qin was Yang Ling's father, his uncle, one of the emperor's most favored concubines, and also Yang Jinglin's most feared rival.

Yang Ling encountered the King of Qin's guards outside the palace gates and was stopped at the gate.

Although the King of Qin did not come to greet him in person, he sent someone to deliver an oral message to him, inviting him to enter.

Yang Ling did not refuse and stepped into the Prince of Qin's residence.

The Qin King's Mansion was very large, with carved railings and jade steps, exquisite and elegant.

The Qin Prince's Mansion was a royal property, built in a magnificent style, with pavilions, towers, carved beams and painted rafters, and a garden full of lush plants and exotic flowers vying for beauty.

Following the maid who led the way, Yang Ling bypassed the winding corridors and arrived at a quiet and elegant courtyard.

This is the sleeping quarters of the King of Qin, named Yunxiao Palace.