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

In this situation, the only person she could think of was Nangong Lin!

But what exactly does Nangong Lin want to do?

"Miss, you're back!" Just as Murong Jin was lost in thought, the maid's voice came from the doorway.

Murong Jin turned around, about to walk outside, when she saw a maid carrying a set of black robes slowly approaching.

"Miss, these are the clothes I just prepared for you. Please try them on and see if they fit."

"Okay." Murong Jin replied, took the robe, and then went behind the screen, took off his clothes, and put on a loose black robe.

When Murong Jin finished changing her clothes and stepped out from behind the screen, her face immediately turned dark.

This black robe is a night-clothes garment.

“Miss, this robe was made to fit your measurements, so there shouldn’t be any mistake,” Yang Ling explained to Murong Jin.

Murong Jin nodded without saying anything more.

"Miss, let's hurry up and leave," Yang Ling urged. Although he knew that Nangong Lin was definitely keeping an eye on the Princess, the young lady was pregnant after all, and it would be terrible if Nangong Lin found out!

Murong Jin frowned, but finally nodded.

The two quickly left the inn and headed towards the western street of the capital.

"Yang Ling, are you sure there's a secret room nearby?" Murong Jin stopped at a secluded alley and asked.

Yang Ling looked around. "Our secret room is at the end of this alley."

Murong Jin nodded, then strode forward.

However, the further they went, the quieter it became, and a faint smell of blood could be detected.

Yang Ling's heart sank suddenly; this feeling was all too familiar!

Just as Yang Ling was in shock, a deep, cold voice rang in their ears, "Yang Ling, it's been a long time."

As the voice faded, a tall, slender man appeared before Murong Jin and Yang Ling.

Yang Ling looked at the handsome man in front of her, a hint of surprise flashing in her eyes. "Ling Yusheng? What are you doing here?"

"Heh, why can't I be here?" Ling Yusheng crossed his arms, a mocking smile playing on his lips. "This is my territory!"

"Yours?" Yang Ling frowned. "That's impossible!"

"Is that so?" Ling Yusheng raised an eyebrow, a smug look flashing across his handsome face.

Just then, Murong Jin slowly spoke, "I think you've misunderstood. The secret room Yang Ling mentioned isn't here."

"Not here?" Ling Yusheng looked at Murong Jin, his smile widening. "Miss, do you think you've lost your mind? In this entire capital, besides me, the master of 'Youye Palace,' who else has a secret room here?"

Upon hearing this, Murong Jin's expression darkened slightly. She thought to herself, "Just as I expected, this 'Night Palace' is indeed related to Nangong Lin!"

"Murong Jin!" Yang Ling grabbed Murong Jin's arm and whispered, "Let's go!"

With that, he pulled Murong Jin outside.

"You can come, but you'll have to defeat me first." Just as they took a few steps, Ling Yusheng's voice rang out behind them.

As soon as he finished speaking, Ling Yusheng disappeared from the spot. When he reappeared, he was already standing in front of Yang Ling.

He held a long whip in his hand, his gaze fixed on Yang Ling like that of a venomous snake.

A look of vigilance appeared on Yang Ling's face. He quickly drew his longsword and looked coldly at Ling Yusheng in front of him.

Murong Jin slowly walked to the side, her hands clenched into fists, her gaze fixed on Yang Ling.

Although Murong Jin had never seen the master of "Youye Palace" in person, he had heard Yang Ling mention it.

Rumor has it that Ling Yusheng, the master of "Youye Palace", is extremely skilled in martial arts.

From his conversation with Yang Ling just now, it can be inferred that this person is the one Nangong Lin sent to secretly watch him!

Yang Ling and Ling Yusheng were locked in a fierce battle, but Murong Jin's mind was elsewhere.

Just as she was lost in thought, a cold voice suddenly rang out—

"Who are you?"

As the voice faded, a row of people descended from the sky, surrounding her and Yang Ling.

Yang Ling frowned as he looked at the men in black with black masks in front of him. These people were all experts!

"Do it!"

The man at the head of the group uttered those two words coldly.

Immediately, the men in black rushed towards Yang Ling and Murong Jin!

Yang Ling's face darkened, and he quickly drew his longsword.

In an instant, swords flashed and shadows danced, and a thick stench of blood filled the air.

Murong Jin's face was slightly pale. Her gaze fell on the man, and she thought to herself, "This must be the person Nangong Lin sent."

"Miss, take advantage of the chaos and escape quickly!" Yang Ling shouted to Murong Jin as she watched the approaching men in black.

However, Murong Jin stood still, motionless.

"Yang Ling, you go first!" She turned to him and said.

These men in black were extremely skilled; Yang Ling alone was no match for them!

At this moment, Ling Yusheng looked at the men in black and a smile appeared on his face.

Murong Jin's face turned ugly. She gritted her teeth, turned around, and quickly appeared in front of Yang Ling, while simultaneously drawing her long whip to attack the man in black.

Just as she was fighting with the man in black, one of the men in black thrust his long sword straight at her!

Just as the longsword was about to pierce Murong Jin, a deep, cold voice suddenly rang out, "Stop!"

As the voice faded, a porcelain bottle appeared in the hand of the man in black.

"Leave the antidote, or he will die!" Ling Yusheng's voice was as cold as ice.

Murong Jin's gaze fell on Yang Ling, who was being held captive by Ling Yusheng, his eyes icy cold. "Yang Ling!"

A bloodthirsty smile curled at the corner of Ling Yusheng's lips. He suddenly raised his leg and kicked Yang Ling hard in the abdomen.

"Pfft..." Caught off guard, Yang Ling was struck by a sharp pain and couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of bright red liquid. "Ling Yusheng, you're asking for death!"

As he spoke, he brandished his longsword and thrust it toward Ling Yusheng.

Ling Yusheng smiled contemptuously, reached out his right hand to grab Yang Ling's wrist, and kicked Yang Ling's kneecap hard with his left foot.

With a "bang," Yang Ling knelt on one knee on the ground.

"Hmph." Ling Yusheng snorted coldly, raised the long sword in his hand, and without hesitation stabbed it into Yang Ling's shoulder.

Blood gushed out immediately. Yang Ling gritted his teeth, forcing himself to hold on. His gaze fell on Murong Jin, and his tone was full of pleading, "Miss, run!"

Murong Jin pursed her lips. "Don't worry, I won't abandon you!"