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

Upon hearing this, Yang Ling ignored it and walked out of the room on her own.

He lacks nothing now, so why is he staying in this place? Isn't it just to wait for an opportunity to seize power and take over the world?

"Your Highness, someone is looking for you outside."

Just then, a guard walked over and bowed slightly to Yang Ling. Upon hearing this, Yang Ling frowned slightly.

I don't know who came looking for me at this time.

"Lead the way!" Yang Ling nodded and said calmly.

The guard responded and then led Yang Ling outside.

When Yang Ling saw the two people standing there waiting for him, his eyes narrowed instantly, and his face turned extremely gloomy.

"Your Highness, it's been a long time!"

The man's deep voice slowly rose.

Yang Ling raised her eyes and her gaze fell on the man in the purple robe opposite her.

He had striking features: sword-like eyebrows, bright eyes, a straight nose, and unparalleled handsomeness. The curve of his lips added a touch of devilish charm to his appearance.

Yang Ling glanced at them indifferently and nodded slightly. He knew that these people would come looking for him sooner or later.

So I wasn't very surprised.

"Why are you here?"

Yang Ling asked calmly.

The man smiled and said, "This is, after all, the territory of my Great Liang Kingdom. It's only natural for me to come here!"

"Oh?" Yang Ling raised an eyebrow, a hint of coldness flashing in her eyes. "However... this is my residence."

The implication is that even if you are from the Great Liang Kingdom, so what?

The man chuckled lightly, showing no anger, and instead said leisurely, "Now that we're here, we'll need to stay for a while."

"no!"

Yang Ling shook her head and decisively refused.

The man seemed to have already guessed his answer, and was not angry; a faint smile still lingered on his lips.

“Your Highness, although you are the ninth prince of the Great Liang Kingdom, we are not afraid of you.”

The woman who spoke was about seventeen years old, with willow-leaf eyebrows, bright eyes and white teeth, skin as white as snow, and a delicate and beautiful appearance.

She wore a white dress, her waist was slender, and she stood tall and graceful.

Everyone would love such a beautiful woman.

However, Yang Ling's gaze remained fixed on the man, without shifting even slightly.

"is it?"

His expression was nonchalant, even revealing a hint of laziness and ease. "Do you really think you can beat me?"

"Heh..." The man chuckled, his tone full of sarcasm, "Don't forget, you're weak right now. The three of us working together are more than enough to kill you!"

Yang Ling scoffed, "It's true that I'm physically weak, but I'm not someone the three of you can defeat!"

"Arrogant!" Another girl next to the man gritted her teeth in anger.

"Hehe!" Yang Ling remained nonchalant. "Since you think you can defeat me, then try."

The man took a deep breath, suppressing the anger surging within him: "Then please enlighten me, Your Highness."

After saying that, he turned to the two girls beside him and said, "Go and call all the guards in the manor, so that we won't be attacked."

"Ah."

The two women responded in unison and then quickly left.

……

"boom!"

With a swift movement, Yang Ling stumbled and nearly fell to the ground.

His face was deathly pale, and his thin lips were slightly pursed.

"Heh..." the man sneered, "Ninth Prince, weren't you very powerful? How come you can't hold on now?"

Yang Ling clenched her fists, suppressing the anger in her heart, and looked at the man coldly.

"I've already said I'm physically weak, you can't do anything to me, and you can't hurt me in the slightest," his voice was icy and frosty. "I don't want to be your enemy, so if you know what's good for you, get out of here!"

"Hmph!" the man sneered. "We are, after all, guests who have come to visit. How can we leave so easily?"

Yang Ling narrowed his eyes. He was already impatient to continue wasting time with them, so he simply took out his weapon and attacked.

His body is indeed weak, but if it really comes down to a fight, these two guys can't do anything to him!

Yang Ling, holding a long sword, suddenly leaped in front of the man and slashed down fiercely.

The man swiftly dodged, his eyes filled with coldness, and quickly drew the sword from his back to block Yang Ling's attack.

"Ninth brother!"

A familiar voice came from afar.

Yang Ling looked up and saw Yang Chen running quickly towards her not far away.

Yang Chen was sweating profusely. He quickly pulled Yang Ling back and said, "Ninth Brother, don't be impulsive. Step back first. Let your elder brother handle this matter."

This time, Yang Chen dared not hide anything and told Yang Ling everything that had happened.

Yang Ling clenched her fists tightly, a chilling glint in her eyes.

"You can leave now, we'll let this go for the time being!" Yang Ling's expression gradually returned to calm as she spoke indifferently.

The man was stunned, clearly surprised that Yang Ling had let them go.

"let's go."

The man stared intently at Yang Ling, then finally looked away and gave a soft instruction.

Although the two women were somewhat unwilling, they could not disobey the man's orders and followed him out the door...

……

night.

The moon is dark and the wind is high.

Yang Ling sat alone in the pavilion, drinking tea and admiring the moon.

Suddenly, she heard the sound of a gentle breeze, followed by a sharp gust of wind that ruffled Yang Ling's dark hair.

His expression faltered slightly, and he slowly turned his head, where he saw that exceptionally handsome face.

"Why are you here?"

The man chuckled softly, stepped up to Yang Ling, and stared at him intently: "I was worried something had happened to you, so I came to check on you."

Yang Ling lowered her eyes, concealing the strange look in them.

This man really won't give up for even a moment...

“Your Highness, your health is not suited to being out in the wind,” the man said with a slight smile. “You should go back and rest.”

"Are you here to persuade me to return to the palace?" Yang Ling's fingers lightly stroked the rim of the cup, a half-smile on her face.

"Yes." The man nodded slightly.

Yang Ling's smile deepened, her eyes filled with mockery.

Do you think I'll go back?

He is the Crown Prince, the heir apparent of the Tianqi Kingdom! He has not yet ascended the throne, so the throne should rightfully be his. Why should he hand it over?

"Your Highness, if you insist on doing this, then I can no longer persuade you. I only hope that Your Highness will not lose your life for the sake of a small matter."

Yang Ling smiled and said, "My fate is not for others to decide!"

A cold glint flashed in the man's eyes as he stared intently at the man in the blue robe sitting at the stone table, drinking tea. His pupils narrowed slightly.

For some reason, this man in the blue robe gave him a sense of crisis, especially after what he said just now, which made his heart tremble.

but……