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

"Really?" Yang Yuntao was extremely surprised.

"Of course, have you forgotten that you raised my brother and me single-handedly? How could I not know your every move?" Yang Ling said casually.

Yang Yuntao sighed deeply, "Ling'er, your father has ultimately failed you."

Yang Ling smiled and said, "Father, we are family, how can there be any question of owing or owing anything?"

Yang Yuntao was stunned, staring blankly at Yang Ling, his eyes slowly welling up with tears.

His most beloved eldest son didn't blame him at all?

"Dad, what's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?" Yang Ling asked worriedly.

Yang Yuntao wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, smiled and shook his head: "Dad is fine, Dad is just happy."

Yang Ling smiled but remained silent.

"By the way, Ling'er, your grandfather's birthday is approaching, and your father and mother are planning to return to Jiangnan to prepare for the birthday banquet. We would like to ask for your opinion." Yang Yuntao put away his smile and asked seriously.

Yang Ling pondered for a moment and asked, "If we go back, who will take care of Father?"

"Don't worry, your grandmother has already agreed to let your grandfather and me return to Jiangnan."

"Oh?" Yang Ling raised an eyebrow. He remembered that his grandfather and father didn't have a good relationship. "Why did Grandma suddenly change her mind?"

“Sigh, you’re still young. Your grandfather and father had a fight, so your grandfather moved back to the old house, and your grandmother also moved there.” Yang Yuntao sighed. “Actually, your grandfather was very good to me, but unfortunately, he was a stubborn person. I couldn’t convince him, so he insisted on moving back to the old house.”

"Dad, don't be sad," Yang Ling comforted him. "Your brother and I will always support you."

"Thank you all," Yang Yuntao said with a relieved smile.

After the father and son finished their conversation, they went to have a meal. Yang Ling stayed by Bi Tao's side. Bi Tao ate very slowly, like a snail crawling, and cried while eating.

"Bitao, eat slowly," Yang Ling said, frowning. "Don't choke."

Bitao looked up at Yang Ling, pouted, and choked out, "Brother, I'm scared."

Yang Ling sighed helplessly: "You like sweets so much, you shouldn't be afraid. You shouldn't eat them anymore."

Bitao lowered her head sadly and muttered softly, "I won't eat it anymore."

"Okay, good girl!" Yang Ling patted Bi Tao's head. "If you don't want to eat, we'll have the kitchen cook you a bowl of porridge."

"Mmm." Bitao nodded obediently and buried herself in her food.

……

After finishing their breakfast, the two went out.

Today was a cloudy day, with dark clouds, howling winds, and deserted streets with hardly anyone around.

Yang Ling sat in the carriage, resting with her eyes closed.

Suddenly, the sound of hooves pierced the air.

Yang Ling opened her eyes, lifted the curtain, and looked outside.

A chestnut horse came charging wildly through the middle of the street. The rider on the horse was dressed in a black robe, tall and slender, with flowing black hair. His handsome and alluring face exuded a sinister charm, and his whole body radiated a chilling aura that inspired fear.

Yang Ling was shocked. This person had such strong martial arts skills that he could push the horse's speed to its limit using only horsepower.

"Giddy up!" The man in black spurred his horse forward, and it looked like the horse was about to collide with the carriage Yang Ling was riding in.

Yang Ling immediately jumped off the carriage and drew his sword to defend himself.

clang!

The man in black swung his knife, severing Yang Ling's longsword. At the same time, he dismounted and struck Yang Ling's chest with a palm strike, carrying the force of a thunderbolt.

Yang Ling dodged the attack, lightly touched the ground with her toes, and landed next to another carriage.

"Young master!" the coachman exclaimed, quickly pulling on the reins to steady the horse.

"Giddy up~ Giddy up~" The horse neighed a few times and stopped its restlessness.

Yang Ling raised her eyes and stared sharply at the man in black in front of her. A huge wave of shock surged in her heart. If that palm strike had hit her just now, she would definitely be crippled if not dead.

Yang Ling cautiously looked around and found that there was no one else nearby except herself and the strange man in front of her.

"Who are you?" Yang Ling asked, squinting.

The man in black smiled, revealing a row of gleaming white teeth, his voice hoarse and deep: "The one who will kill you."

"Kill me?" Yang Ling sneered. "At least tell me your name, then I can die in peace."

As soon as he finished speaking, Yang Ling suddenly drew the soft whip from his waist and swung it with fierce whip shadows.

The man in black moved swiftly, dodging Yang Ling's attack. With a flick of his wrist, the curved blade in his hand slashed across Yang Ling's shoulder.

Blood spurted out, and Yang Ling groaned, gasping in pain, but still gritted his teeth and persevered, squeezing his legs tightly around the horse's belly and kicking it hard. The horse, in pain, neighed and galloped wildly forward.

"Trying to escape?" The man in black smiled contemptuously, leaped in front of Yang Ling, and grabbed his neck.

"Uh..." Yang Ling's eyes widened, and she opened her mouth, wanting to beg for mercy.

The man in black crushed Yang Ling's throat, threw the body on the ground, and continued chasing Yang Ling's carriage.

"Giddy up!" Yang Ling urged the horse on with all her might.

The horse galloped wildly, and Yang Ling felt the horse's back shaking violently, as if she would fall off at any moment.

His vision gradually blurred, and his strength gradually disappeared.

Yang Ling struggled to open her eyes, watching the scene before her grow increasingly blurry until it plunged into darkness, and she could no longer see clearly.

Yang Ling didn't know how long he had been unconscious. When he woke up, he found himself lying on a bed in complete darkness.

Yang Ling struggled to sit up and found that her whole body ached and she was exhausted, especially her ribs, which were aching slightly.

"Cough cough..." Yang Ling couldn't help but cough a few times, feeling her throat was very dry and her throat was burning as if it were being scorched by flames.

"Young Master is awake?" Bitao came in carrying the medicine, her face filled with surprise and joy. She asked anxiously, "Young Master, how are you feeling?"

"I'm alright," Yang Ling said weakly.

Bitao handed the medicine to Yang Ling and said softly, "This is a special ointment made by Physician Chen. Apply it to the wound and it will heal in three days."

Yang Ling took the porcelain bottle, smelled it to confirm that there was no poison, and then applied it to her injured area without hesitation.

Yang Ling drank another cup of tea, which restored some of her energy, and she was finally able to chat with Bi Tao.

"Bitao, how long have I been unconscious?"

“Half a day,” Bitao said.

Yang Ling frowned immediately, not expecting that he had been unconscious for so long and almost missed the grand ceremony of worshipping the ancestors.

"Bitao, help me change and wash up," Yang Ling instructed in a calm voice.

"it is good."

Yang Ling changed into a new moon-white brocade robe, with a jade belt around her waist, making her look refreshing and elegant.

After helping Yang Ling wash up, Bitao helped him out of the bedroom.

"Miss, the Second Miss has arrived," the maidservant guarding the courtyard announced.

Yang Ling was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "So she's finally deigned to come and visit me?"

Bitao smiled faintly, "I heard that the Second Miss was ill last night and is resting in her room. I guess she hasn't recovered yet, so I didn't come over."

Yang Ling nodded, not having a good impression of the girl.