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

Even the emperor, who sat at the head of the table, had a livid face and looked at Yang Ling with anger in his eyes, wishing he could kill this disobedient Yang Ling immediately!

Yang Ling glanced indifferently at everyone in the hall, then slowly said, "Distinguished ministers, my father has summoned you here to discuss my marriage. Don't you have anything to say to me?"

As soon as Yang Ling said this, the entire court fell silent. Everyone looked at each other, not understanding why Yang Ling would say such a thing.

What does he mean?

Yang Ling, with a cold smile on his lips, continued, "Father, since none of the ministers have anything to say to me, then I will not stand on ceremony."

After saying that, he glanced at the empty seat to his right and said calmly, "Someone come here."

As Yang Ling finished speaking, a guard quickly entered the hall and knelt on one knee before Yang Ling, saying, "Your Highness."

"Go and find out who went to the Prime Minister's residence last night," Yang Ling said calmly.

"Yes!" The guard acknowledged the order and immediately turned and left.

Yang Ling, on the other hand, sat down calmly, looking relaxed and content.

Now that things have developed to this point, he has finally seen things clearly.

Although his father doted on him, he did not take him seriously.

The reason these ministers supported him was simply because of their mothers. If he lost power, these opportunists would definitely not support him anymore.

He could understand all of this; after all, who would be foolish enough to offend the future crown prince for a worthless piece?

Moreover, his mother was the late emperor's most favored concubine, and her son was the emperor's most favored ninth prince, which is why these people chose to stand on his side.

What he needs to do now is to make these people understand that they are wrong, and very wrong. If they do not change their attitude, it will be too late when the Yang family army is on the border.

However, all of this depends on Yang Zhen's reaction.

The ministers remained silent, not understanding what the Ninth Prince was trying to do. Under these circumstances, why was he still thinking of going after the Prime Minister's residence? Did he really have a death wish?

"Father, I believe that my marriage should be decided by myself," Yang Ling said firmly.

Yang Ling's words immediately caused a great uproar. Not only were the ministers surprised, but even His Majesty the Emperor was stunned.

His deep eyes were fixed on Yang Ling for a long time before he finally laughed out loud, but the laughter was full of mockery and disdain.

"Heh, do you think I would agree?" His Majesty the Emperor said indifferently, "Let me tell you, I will not agree to you marrying a country girl."

As soon as His Majesty the Emperor finished speaking, the ministers echoed his words.

"Your Majesty is wise! Ninth Prince, you cannot marry a country bumpkin."

"That's right, Your Majesty, you absolutely mustn't agree to that!"

"..."

The ministers' words made Yang Ling frown deeply; they were pressuring him!

Yang Ling raised his head and looked at His Majesty the Emperor. "Father, you don't need to worry about my marriage. I can marry whomever I want."

His Majesty the Emperor's face instantly darkened. This Yang Ling was simply outrageous. This was the Imperial Palace, and he could not be allowed to run wild here.

Just as His Majesty the Emperor was about to speak, a series of hurried footsteps sounded, and then a dark figure rushed in quickly, whispering in Yang Ling's ear, "Your Highness, many soldiers have arrived outside."

Yang Ling squinted at the man in black. "Are you sure?"

“Yes, and... these soldiers are all highly trained elites.” The man in black lowered his head.

"Okay, I understand," Yang Ling said calmly.

"Step back!" Yang Ling waved his hand, signaling the man in black to leave.

Upon hearing this, the man in black disappeared from the hall.

A wicked smile crept across Yang Ling's lips. He looked up at the Emperor and said, "Father, I know you don't like me as your son, but I advise you not to mess with me, otherwise..."

Yang Ling stopped abruptly, but everyone present understood and felt the threat in his words.

After saying this, Yang Ling didn't linger and turned to walk out of the hall.

Meanwhile, the hall was in an uproar.

The ministers whispered amongst themselves, all thinking that Yang Ling was far too arrogant and domineering.

"This Ninth Prince is far too presumptuous, openly threatening the Emperor!" one of the ministers said angrily, seemingly very indignant.

"Yes! This is utterly lawless!" Several other ministers echoed.

His Majesty the Emperor's face had turned grim, clearly on the verge of exploding in rage.

"You may all leave now!" His Majesty the Emperor waved his sleeves and said impatiently.

Upon hearing this, the ministers bowed and left dejectedly.

Once only His Majesty the Emperor and the eunuchs remained in the hall, the eunuchs cautiously approached His Majesty's side and began serving him tea. Then, they asked timidly, "Your Majesty, what do you think of the Ninth Prince's suggestion?"

His Majesty the Emperor pursed his lips slightly, remaining silent and lost in thought.

After a long pause, His Majesty the Emperor finally spoke: "Issue an order to have the Minister of Justice send someone to investigate whether anything has happened at the Prime Minister's residence recently, and also send someone to look for the girl the Ninth Prince mentioned. Remember, they are not to be disturbed."

"Yes! I obey my command!"

……

After leaving the hall, Yang Ling did not go to play in the Imperial Garden. Instead, he sat alone in the courtyard, basking in the sun. He put his legs on the stone table, tapped his fingers on the table, and kept analyzing in his mind.

The Prime Minister's residence is now definitely under someone's control, and the mastermind behind it all anticipated that he would take action against the Prime Minister's residence, which is why he secretly controlled the people in the Prime Minister's residence.

Yang Ling couldn't help but sigh. This matter was probably quite troublesome, and he had to resolve it as soon as possible, otherwise, there would be endless troubles.

At that moment, a beautiful figure appeared in front of Yang Ling.

Yang Ling raised an eyebrow and looked up at the newcomer, who turned out to be Yang Xueqing.

Yang Xueqing wore a pink dress with a pink ribbon tied around her waist. Her long, glossy black hair cascaded over her shoulders, and her lightly made-up face made her look exceptionally beautiful.

She walked up to Yang Ling, looking at him with tender eyes, "Brother Ling, what brings you here to see me today?"

Yang Ling curled her lips and said lightly, "Oh, I'm just here to discuss some things with my father."

Yang Xueqing nodded. "Then go ahead! I won't bother you anymore."

Yang Ling smiled and said, "You go ahead and get busy!"