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

When Yang Ling and Bi Tao entered the garden, they encountered Yang Wanyu, who looked sickly and stood delicately in the pavilion, accompanied only by a personal maid.

"Fifth Sister, how are you feeling?" Yang Ling asked with a gentle smile.

Yang Wanyu forced a smile: "It's nothing, just a slight cold."

"So it's just a cold. No wonder you look so haggard," Yang Ling said, feigning concern.

"Thank you for your concern, Fifth Brother. Second Sister is much better now." Yang Wanyu nodded slightly, her voice gentle.

Yang Ling smiled and said, "Since your condition is serious, you should rest well and avoid overexertion."

"Second sister will be careful, thank you, fifth brother." Yang Wanyu smiled gently.

"As the eldest daughter, you should bear the responsibility for the rise and fall of the family. Do not try to be a hero in anything." Yang Ling's tone was calm and distant.

Yang Wanyu lowered her eyes to hide the hatred in them, and when she looked up, she had that sickly expression again: "Thank you for your guidance, Fifth Brother. Second Sister will keep it in mind and will never forget it."

Yang Ling glanced at Yang Wanyu lazily: "It's good that you understand."

Yang Wanyu took a deep breath, suppressing her anger, and said with a smile, "Let's go find Father, so that Father and my brothers won't worry."

"Okay." Yang Ling nodded and took the lead in walking towards the study.

Yang Wanyu followed closely behind.

"Father, Fifth Brother is here." Yang Wanyu curtsied.

Grandpa Yang put down the military strategy book in his hand and looked at Yang Ling with affection: "Ling'er, you're finally awake. You scared your father to death."

Yang Ling said guiltily, "Father, I'm sorry to have worried you."

"Silly child, what nonsense are you talking about?" Old Master Yang waved his hand. "It's good that you're safe and sound."

Yang Ling nodded, looked at Yang Yuntao beside her, and bowed, saying, "Greetings, elder brother."

"Fifth brother, I'm so glad you're alright." Yang Yuntao smiled with relief.

"Uncle, Second Uncle," Yang Ling greeted Prime Minister Yang and his wife.

Yang Wanting and Yang Yunhai's faces were ashen, their fists clenched.

"Eldest brother, third brother, and fifth brother have woken up. You can rest assured now." Prime Minister Yang smiled with satisfaction and turned to instruct his servants to prepare a banquet to welcome Yang Ling back.

Everyone took their seats one after another.

Yang Yunhai said sarcastically, "Fifth brother, you're really lucky to have escaped the assassin's attack."

Yang Ling raised an eyebrow, glanced indifferently at Yang Yunhai, and said, "Eldest cousin, that night I was patrolling outside the manor when I accidentally fell off my horse. Fortunately, a guard saved me in time. If it weren't for that guard's rescue, I'm afraid I would have already passed away."

"Ling'er, it's good that you're alright." Prime Minister Yang breathed a sigh of relief.

Yang Yunhai's face was ashen, his eyes fixed on Yang Ling with a fierce look, as if he wanted to tear Yang Ling in two.

Yang Ling smiled coldly. People like Yang Yunhai just need to be taught a lesson!

Yang Wanting glanced at Yang Yunhai out of the corner of her eye, sighed inwardly, and then smiled brightly: "Brother Ling is a lucky man, he will definitely be alright."

Yang Ling smiled faintly and remained silent.

Yang Yuntao glanced at Yang Ling and asked, "Brother Ling, have you caught the assassin who tried to kill you?"

"Not yet," Yang Ling shook her head, "but I think it should be soon."

Yang Yuntao pondered for a moment and suggested, "I know a few friends in the martial arts world who are highly skilled in martial arts and adept at investigation. If Brother Ling doesn't mind, you can ask them for help in the investigation. Perhaps they can uncover the mastermind behind this."

Yang Ling nodded in agreement. He had already guessed that Yang Yuntao would definitely send someone to investigate. After all, the Yang family had suffered a calamity, and no one wanted it to be a conspiracy.

After a hearty meal, Yang Ling followed Yang Yuntao out the door, boarded the Yang family's carriage, and headed towards the southern suburbs of the city.

Yang Ling lifted the curtain and looked out the window. The streets were bustling and lively, with people coming and going in a lively atmosphere.

"Fourth brother, you've just returned to the capital today. Why don't you rest for a few days first? Don't rush," Yang Yuntao said.

"No need, we're back anyway, it won't bother us." Yang Ling shook his head and said, his gaze falling into the distance, a wicked smile curving his lips.

Yang Yuntao frowned slightly, feeling that Yang Ling's words had a hidden meaning, but he couldn't figure out what he wanted to do, so he simply stopped worrying about it and closed his eyes to rest.

The carriage soon stopped outside a house. Yang Yuntao got out of the carriage, reached out to help Yang Ling out, and said, "Fourth brother, you will stay here. This is one of my properties, and the environment is quite elegant."

Yang Ling looked around and found that the house occupied a large area and was built in a magnificent manner with deep courtyards.

The artificial hill and flowing water, with a pavilion on the top, lotus pods in the pond, and bamboo groves along the edge of the pond, with the faint sounds of birds and insects, create a pleasant atmosphere.

Yang Yuntao escorted Yang Ling into the house and instructed him, "Fourth brother, you should rest well. We'll call you for dinner when it's time."

"Okay, take care, brother." Yang Ling smiled slightly.

After Yang Yuntao left, Yang Ling closed the door and sat in front of the bed, lost in thought.

He didn't know who that woman was or why she wanted to kill him.

Could they be after Yang Yunhai?

Yang Ling touched her neck; the skin cut by the dagger still stung. Her eyes were icy cold; this matter absolutely could not be let go!

"Young Master, what's wrong?" Biwu brought in hot tea and couldn't help but ask when she saw Yang Ling's serious expression.

Yang Ling looked up, his dark eyes staring directly at Bi Wu, and asked, "Bi Wu, who do you think my enemy is?"

Biwu blinked: "Young Master is talking about... the second young lady of the Yang family?"

"Who else could it be but her?" Yang Ling sneered.

“But she’s already married to the princess as a concubine, so why would she send someone to kill the young master?” Biwu asked, puzzled.

Yang Ling curled her lip: "The most poisonous heart in this world is that of a woman. You're too young to understand."

Biwu wrinkled her nose and muttered, "Who would harm their own nephew? Yang Wanting is too cruel!"

Yang Ling scoffed, "She doesn't even care about her own mother's life, let alone me, her half-brother."

Biwu exclaimed in surprise, "No way?"

Yang Ling glanced sideways at Biwu: "What do you think?"

Biwu pursed her lips and lowered her head.

"Biwu, when I'm not in the manor, keep a close eye on Yang Wanting. She might harm you," Yang Ling instructed.

Biwu nodded and patted her chest to assure him, "Young master, don't worry, I will keep a close eye on her."

Yang Ling smiled and continued flipping through the books.

Seeing this, Biwu quietly slipped away.

The next morning, after Yang Ling woke up, washed up, and changed into clean clothes, she took Biwu and headed to the Yang family's old residence.

Yang Yuntao was waiting for Yang Ling at the door early in the morning, and the rest of the Yang family members arrived one after another.

Yang Wanting stood in the center of the hall, her beautiful eyes flashing with resentment.

Yang Wanting was jealous of Yang Ling's good luck in escaping disaster.

Yang Yuntao looked at everyone and announced loudly, "Today, we are holding a family gathering to pray for the well-being of our Yang family."

"Thank you very much, young master." The crowd expressed their gratitude with tears in their eyes.

"Please don't stand on ceremony, everyone," Yang Yuntao said with a smile.