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

The emperor said with a smile, "Alright, show it to your father first."

Yang Jingyu immediately got into a fighting stance, waving his arms and unleashing his fists and feet.

"Excellent, excellent." The emperor clapped his hands in praise, a pleased smile on his face. "Jingyu is indeed exceptionally intelligent. He has learned the basic swordsmanship in just half a month, making him a hundred times better than I was back then!"

"It's all thanks to Father's excellent teaching," Yang Jingyu said sweetly, then tidied up his fists and stepped aside. "What does Father think?"

"Very good." The Emperor nodded with a smile, then asked, "What brings Jingyu to the palace today?"

Yang Jingyu said with a smile, "Your subject was just a little bored, so I came to the palace to see Father Emperor."

"Oh?" The emperor raised an eyebrow. "Since it's boring, you should stay in the palace and study and practice martial arts."

"But I want to talk to Father Emperor," Yang Jingyu said coquettishly. "I've been in the palace for so long, and I'm so bored."

The emperor laughed and scolded, "You child, you pester your father every day, don't you get tired?"

"Not tired at all," Yang Jingyu immediately shook his head and said, "Your subject loves Father Emperor, so naturally I can't bear to see Father Emperor suffer."

"You have such a sweet tongue." The emperor chuckled and reached out to pat Yang Jingyu's head. "Alright, what do you want to say? Just say it."

"Your Majesty, I have heard that the young master of the Qin Prince's mansion is injured. I would like to ask Your Majesty to send some medicine over to help the young master recover."

Yang Jingyu said with a grin, "If it weren't for Young Master Qin saving me, I would probably be a corpse by now. I will never forget this kindness, and I am eternally grateful!"

"So you've been thinking about Young Master Qin." The emperor suddenly realized. "Very well, I promise you, I'll send five cartloads of medicinal herbs over, and I'll also assign a detachment of imperial guards to protect you from any dangers on the journey."

"Thank you, Father Emperor," Yang Jingyu said happily, then frowned and hesitated for a moment, "Actually, I would also like to ask Father Emperor to grant me a marriage."

"Hmm?" The emperor raised an eyebrow, looking at him with suspicion. "You're still so young, why are you in such a hurry to get married?"

Yang Jingyu blushed and said shyly, "Your subject is fond of a young lady..."

The emperor said with a smile, "Is that so..."

"Father, not only do I love her, but she loves me too. We are mutually in love..." Yang Jingyu said, his cheeks flushed red, and he lowered his eyes, not daring to look at the emperor's expression.

"Oh? Who do you like?" the emperor asked with great interest.

"Her name is Mu Xuerou, and she is the niece of the King of Qin," Yang Jingyu said, mustering his courage.

"Mu Xue Rou?" the emperor murmured, "That's an interesting name, but..."

"Father?" Yang Jingyu looked at the emperor nervously, afraid that he would refuse.

"Mu Xue Rou?" The Emperor muttered to himself, seemingly having some recollection of her. "Which family did her mother belong to?"

"I don't know," Yang Jingyu honestly shook his head, "but I've heard that Consort Mu is an extremely beautiful woman."

"Oh?" The emperor's interest was immediately piqued. "This is interesting."

"Father, I humbly beg you to grant me a marriage." Yang Jingyu knelt down sincerely, "I wish to marry Miss Mu as my principal wife."

"This..." The emperor hesitated for a moment, then finally nodded and said, "Very well, I grant your permission."

Yang Jingyu kowtowed with delight: "Thank you, Father Emperor."

"Alright, you may leave. Don't get in my way." The emperor waved his hand.

Yang Jingyu quickly stood up, bowed to the emperor, and turned to leave the imperial study.

As soon as he stepped into the courtyard, he saw Yang Ling walking towards him.

Yang Ling nodded slightly to Yang Jingyu as a greeting, and then walked towards the east wing.

Yang Jingyu watched his retreating figure, smiled faintly, and looked quite proud.

It was a kind of pride that made one feel honored, as if one had married the best girl in the world.

Yang Ling didn't notice Yang Jingyu's expression; he was considering something.

Although the matter of the King of Qin caused a great uproar, since the King of Qin was the emperor's brother, the emperor certainly wouldn't actually punish him.

Moreover, Yang Ling always felt that the King of Qin's actions were aimed at him.

He had speculated that the King of Qin had assassinated him because of Yang Jincheng.

After all, he had almost killed Yang Jincheng back then, but now Yang Jincheng was out of danger.

The King of Qin now had a reason to get rid of him.

But why did the King of Qin suddenly want to deal with him? Was it because he blocked his path to the throne? Or was it simply to get revenge?

In his previous life, Yang Jincheng was the emperor who ascended the throne three years later. Now, there are still a few months left until the three-year period ends. Yang Jincheng still needs his support. How could the Prince of Qin possibly make a move rashly?

Could it be that Yang Jincheng did not ascend the throne in his previous life, and that his premature attack this time was a deliberate scheme?

Regardless of the circumstances, the King of Qin has been identified as an enemy who must be eliminated, and no matter what method is used, he must be removed.

He knew he and the King of Qin were destined for a fierce battle, so he didn't want the King of Qin to continue his antics.

No matter who instigated it, anything that is detrimental to him is unacceptable.

"Young Master, what's wrong?" Green Oriole noticed that Yang Ling was restless and asked with concern.

"It's nothing," Yang Ling said calmly. "I'm just a little troubled."

"What troubles you, young master? Tell me, and I will help you find peace of mind," Green Oriole asked with concern.

Yang Ling remained silent for a moment, then suddenly asked, "Green Oriole, do you know why my brother, the Emperor, appointed Yang Jingyu as Crown Prince?"

Green Oriole paused for a moment, then shook her head blankly: "This servant is foolish and does not know why His Majesty appointed Yang Jingyu as Crown Prince."

Yang Ling sighed softly: "My brother is indeed not a wise ruler, but he is a benevolent and magnanimous sage. Yang Jingyu is my brother's only legitimate son, and my brother loves him very much."

Green Oriole was completely confused and couldn't help but interject, "Young Master, what are you trying to say?"

Yang Ling rubbed her temples and said helplessly, "What I mean is that my elder brother dotes on Jingyu, his eldest son, but he doesn't intend to depose him. My elder brother means that he will hand over the throne to Jingyu in the future."

Green Oriole exclaimed in surprise, "Doesn't that mean the Emperor intends to depose the Crown Prince?"

Yang Ling shook his head: "No, he doesn't plan to depose the crown prince for the time being. At most, he will only reduce Jing Yu's salary and reduce his authority. As for other rewards and punishments... I'm afraid they haven't been decided yet."

"Then why are you in such a hurry, young master? What if the emperor really deposes you from your position as crown prince?" Green Oriole asked worriedly.

Yang Ling scoffed, "I don't believe Father Emperor would really cripple Jingyu."

"Huh?" Green Oriole stared at him blankly. "Why?"

Yang Ling raised her hand to touch the tip of her nose and coughed lightly: "Because Jingyu is his most beloved grandson. If he really intended to cripple Jingyu, he wouldn't have waited until now."

Yang Jingyu is the emperor's most beloved grandson. If he wanted to depose Yang Jingyu, he would have done so long ago. Why wait until now?

Moreover, although Yang Jingyu is idle and uneducated, he is still of royal blood and the most noble offspring in the royal family.