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

Yang Ling stood up as he spoke, looking down at Nangong Che with a strong and firm tone, "Also, don't cause any more trouble for Princess Jinyu in the future, or don't blame your brother for being impolite!"

"Imperial Uncle, farewell!" Yang Ling said harshly before turning to leave the Imperial Study.

However, he had only taken one step when Nangong Che called out to him, "Stop!"

Yang Ling stopped and turned to look at Nangong Che with a half-smile, waiting for him to continue.

"Yang Ling, do you think I can't do anything to you?" Nangong Che looked at Yang Ling, his dark eyes unfathomable.

"Then let's give it a try." Yang Ling shrugged, a mocking smile on his lips.

Nangong Che spoke coldly: "Do you think I wouldn't dare?"

"Hehe..." Yang Ling suddenly burst into laughter, then his face darkened. "Uncle, you mustn't do anything rash!"

Upon hearing this, Nangong Che's expression changed. He stood up abruptly and ordered in a stern voice, "Issue my decree: seal off the entire Eastern Palace. No one is allowed to trespass. Anyone who disobeys will be executed without mercy!"

"Your subordinate obeys!" A strong and clear voice immediately rang out from outside the door.

Nangong Che glanced coldly at Yang Ling, then turned and left. Yang Ling smiled wickedly and looked at Murong Jin and Murong Min sitting beside him, "Second Brother, let's go!"

"Hmm." Murong Min nodded, stood up and walked towards the door. He still admired Yang Ling quite a bit. After all, they were the same age, and Yang Ling was much braver than him.

Yang Ling led Murong Jin and Murong Min out of the imperial study, and Murong Jin couldn't help but ask, "Yang Ling, why did you agree to Nangong Che's conditions?"

Yang Ling looked at Murong Jin with a smile on her lips, "Because I don't want to owe anyone a favor."

Murong Jin frowned upon hearing this, "Why did you do this?"

Yang Ling glanced at Murong Jin indifferently and smiled, "Because I don't want to owe any favors to any of your Yang family members."

Murong Jin was slightly taken aback upon hearing this. "You mean, you're unwilling to acknowledge your ancestors?"

Yang Ling shook her head. "Whether you acknowledge it or not doesn't really make much difference."

Murong Jin looked at him in confusion, and Yang Ling continued to explain, "My mother died less than a month after giving birth to me."

Murong Jin frowned as he looked at Yang Ling. Why did he have to tell her such a private matter?

Murong Min frowned and remained silent after hearing this.

Yang Ling noticed their reactions and curled the corners of her lips. "My mother's death was caused by Nangong Che."

Murong Jin was taken aback; this statement contained a great deal of information, and she needed to sort it out clearly.

“Sister-in-law, this is my mother’s matter, it has nothing to do with the royal family.” Yang Ling seemed to know what Murong Jin was thinking and interrupted Murong Jin’s speculation first.

Murong Jin nodded. "I'm sorry, I misunderstood."

"Aunt, you don't need to apologize to me. This matter has nothing to do with you. It's my mother's fault. I've dragged you into this." Yang Ling revealed a desolate smile, her eyes flashing with deep sorrow and resentment.

Murong Jin immediately understood Yang Ling's meaning: he blamed Nangong Che for ruthlessly eliminating the Yang family for the sake of power!

"My mother's death was caused by my uncle, and I will not let him get away with it."

Upon hearing this, Murong Jin looked at Yang Ling with heartache. He was handsome, but full of schemes and even ruthless.

"I only hope that my aunt will be safe and happy in the future." Yang Ling glanced at the sleeping boy in Murong Jin's arms, a hint of tenderness flashing in her eyes, and said softly.

Murong Jin raised her hand and patted his shoulder, saying softly, "Don't worry, I will."

"Mm." Yang Ling nodded, then lifted her leg and took a step.

"Yang Ling, remember what you just said!" Nangong Che's gloomy gaze stared at Yang Ling's back as he coldly reminded her.

Yang Ling's lips curled into a wicked smile. "Uncle, remember your promise."

After saying that, he turned and left without hesitation, his figure free and unrestrained.

Murong Jin watched Yang Ling's departing figure and fell into deep thought.

"What's wrong?" Murong Min asked, noticing Murong Jin's thoughtful expression.

Murong Jin snapped out of her reverie and gently shook her head. "Let's go."

As soon as Murong Jin and Murong Min stepped into the East Palace gate, Yang Yi came forward and respectfully said, "Your Highness, Your Highness's Consort, His Highness has been waiting for a long time."

Murong Jin nodded in understanding.

"Father, I shall take my leave now!" Murong Min looked at Yang Yi, bowed, and then pulled Murong Jin away from the imperial study.

After Murong Jin and Murong Min left, Yang Yi slowly looked up at the direction of the Imperial Study, a complex emotion flashing in his eyes, before turning around and leaving quickly.

Murong Jin was dragged along by Yang Yi for several blocks before she came to her senses. "Amin, what are you doing? Walking so fast, be careful not to fall!"

Yang Yi paused for a moment upon hearing this, then quickened her pace, saying as she walked, "Sister Jin, let's hurry, I'm afraid something might happen if we're late!"

Murong Jin raised an eyebrow in suspicion, but also cooperated by walking quickly forward.

Half an incense stick later, Murong Jin and Yang Yi finally returned to the East Palace.

As soon as she entered the room, Yang Ling immediately released her grip on Murong Jin's hands. "Sister Jin, I'm leaving now!"

"Hey, where are you going?" Murong Jin asked, puzzled, as Yang Ling hurriedly left.

Yang Yi waved his hand without turning his head, "I'm leaving first!"

As Murong Jin watched his departing figure, she felt that he was hiding something from her when he entered the palace.

Murong Jin sighed. Well, if there was anything, Yang Ling would definitely tell her. Since he wouldn't say, she would pretend not to know.

With that in mind, Murong Jin stopped dwelling on the problem and headed towards the bedroom.

When Murong Jin returned to the room, Murong Min was lying on the bed with her eyes closed, resting. Hearing the noise, she opened her eyes, saw Murong Jin, and immediately got up. "Sister, you're back?"

Murong Jin nodded upon hearing this, "Okay, you rest first, I'll make you some medicine." After saying that, he went straight to the kitchen.

Upon hearing this, Murong Min didn't delay any longer and immediately got up to follow her. "Sister, let me help you."

“Great! I was just worried about how much trouble it would take to brew the medicine,” Murong Jin replied with a smile.

Murong Min glanced at the faint smile on Murong Jin's face, pursed his lips and said, "Sister, I have now recovered my martial arts skills. How about I brew medicine for you from now on?"

Murong Jin was stunned for a moment upon hearing this, then reached out and ruffled his hair, smiling, "Amin is such a good boy!"

Murong Min was not used to Murong Jin's actions, and blushed, lowering her eyes.

Murong Jin brought the prepared medicine to Murong Min and said with a smile, "Drink this medicine first, then take a bath and change your clothes."

"Mmm!" Murong Min took the bowl, tilted her head back, drank it all, and wiped her mouth clean. "Thank you, sister."

Murong Jin touched his forehead and found that his body temperature had returned to normal, which relaxed her brows.

"Get some rest," Murong Jin said before leaving the room.

As soon as Murong Jin opened the door, he saw that Yang Ling was already prepared.

"Thank you for your hard work today," Murong Jin said gratefully to Yang Ling. If it weren't for him, they probably wouldn't have been able to enter the palace so smoothly.