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

His strength is not formidable enough to deal with him.

"Do whatever you want, stop talking nonsense," Yang Ling tapped her fingers lightly on the stone table, a smile playing on her lips. "I know you came here today specifically to provoke me."

"Not bad!"

The man sneered, "That piece of trash Yang Chen is no match for you, so he sent me to deal with you! Too bad, I'm stronger than Yang Chen, so this time I must eliminate you, otherwise..."

Yang Ling paused, gazing calmly at the man.

A determined glint appeared in the man's eyes.

Yang Ling was silent for a moment, then asked, "You want my life?"

“Not bad,” the man laughed twice. “A genius like you is a threat if you live, and a relief if you die. Once you are eliminated, only that good-for-nothing Yang Chen will be able to inherit the throne in Tianqi Kingdom.”

Upon hearing this, Yang Ling chuckled softly: "Then let's wait and see who will survive to the end."

After he finished speaking, he stood up and walked towards the room.

The man's gaze remained fixed on his retreating figure.

As the boy disappeared into the darkness, a sinister glint flashed in his eyes, and he let out a cold laugh.

He wanted to see whether he would win or lose this time.

"let's go!"

The man flicked his sleeve and strode away.

……

Inside the wing.

Yang Ling sat cross-legged on the bed, closed his eyes to rest, his expression serene.

Suddenly, the door was pushed open, and a ray of morning light poured in.

Sunlight fell upon Yang Ling's stunningly beautiful face.

The man walked into the room step by step and stopped in front of Yang Ling. He reached out and brushed a stray hair from his forehead, smiling wickedly: "Ninth Prince, would you be interested in having a match with me?"

"Compared to what?"

"Let's compete in music, chess, calligraphy, and painting," the man said with a smile.

Yang Ling pondered for a while and then said, "Fine, then I'll accept your challenge."

"it is good!"

This time, Yang Ling was completely unprepared, or rather, this was an opportunity he was giving the man.

Since he dared to challenge him to a contest of music, chess, calligraphy, and painting, he must have had enough confidence.

"Get ready. In three days, it will be time for our duel." The man curled his lips into a smile and turned to leave.

As Yang Ling gazed at the man's retreating figure, her eyes gradually deepened.

"I'll be waiting..."

……

The next day.

early morning.

The streets of the entire imperial city were bustling with crowds.

"Wow, isn't that Qin Yurou, the eldest son of the Qin Imperial Censor's family? She actually came to the banquet."

"Tsk tsk, Miss Qin is so beautiful and elegant. I'm afraid there is no other woman in the capital who can match her."

“Oh, don’t say that. No matter how beautiful she is, she is just a concubine. I remember the Prime Minister’s wife once said that Miss Yang is the legitimate wife.”

The crowd whispered among themselves, discussing Qin Yurou, and several men couldn't help but steal glances at her.

Unfortunately, Qin Yurou didn't even bother to give them a second glance, merely sipping her tea and looking like a fairy from another world.

Qin Yurou's face remained gentle and beautiful, as if she hadn't been the one who had made love with the man last night.

Unconsciously, her gaze swept over Yang Ling'er in the crowd, her eyes filled with a hint of disdain.

Yang Ling'er was originally the daughter of the Qin family, but she was expelled from the Qin family for making a mistake. From then on, the women of the Qin family no longer paid attention to her, and even humiliated and ridiculed her behind her back.

Fortunately, Yang Ling'er was stubborn and never argued back, even when she suffered injustice.

She disdained arguing with the Qin family.

After all, she understood that these people could never become her family.

……

Inside the main hall of the Qin family, Old Master Qin sat in the main seat, his expression serious.

Qin Chen, dressed in a red robe, sat upright in the lower position, his gaze indifferent, his phoenix eyes containing a cold light.

"Father," Qin Yao's sweet voice came from behind. She clung to Old Master Qin's arm and asked coquettishly, "What do you need me for?"

Old Master Qin looked tired.

"Yao'er, go and call Yang Lin here. I have something to tell her to do."

Yang Lin?

Qin Yao was stunned for a moment, then blinked in confusion.

Why is Father calling Yang Lin? Could it be that Father wants to marry Yang Lin to Brother Chen? How can that be allowed?

"Yao'er?" Old Master Qin frowned. "Why haven't you gone yet?"

"Oh."

Qin Yao obediently replied and quickly ran out.

Yang Lin is usually very obedient, but she always acts like a spoiled princess in front of Brother Chen. Perhaps her father is looking for her to teach her a lesson.

A faint smile played on Qin Yao's lips as she hurried along.

But as soon as she stepped into the courtyard, she saw Yang Ling'er coming towards her, which frightened her so much that she quickly hid behind the wall.

Yang Ling'er did not notice Qin Yao's presence and walked forward on her own.

As she reached the corner, she suddenly bumped into a wall of flesh.

The pain from the impact made Yang Ling'er cover her nose. She glared angrily at the man in front of her and shouted, "Who is so blind? Can't you see I'm walking forward? How dare you rush out and block my way!"

The man slowly raised his head.

His face was handsome with distinct features, yet it concealed a hint of ruthlessness. His gaze was cold and icy, like a frozen pool.

"Yang Ling'er?"

boom!

Yang Ling'er froze on the spot, her head buzzing.

"You... how did you get here?" Her breath hitched, her face turning deathly pale. "Didn't I send someone to tell you that you're not allowed to approach the Prime Minister's residence again?"

The man gave a cold laugh, his gaze gradually darkening.

"I'm here to tell you something."

"What is it?" Yang Ling'er asked through gritted teeth, wary.

"I have located the Ninth Prince, and now I need your help!"

Yang Ling'er breathed a sigh of relief, as long as they weren't here to complain.

"What do you want to do?"

"You will know if you come with me."

The man's eyes flickered a few times, and he smiled sinisterly.

In this world, besides her father and uncle, only he truly cares about her.

and so……

If she dies, it would be too easy for her.

"Just you wait, I'll avenge you!"

His fists clenched slowly, and a fierce killing intent flashed in his eyes.

……

On a spacious lawn in the back mountain of the Prime Minister's residence.

The man stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze cold and indifferent.

"Qin Yurou," the man narrowed his eyes, his voice low and dangerous, "do you know why I sent you to deal with the Ninth Prince?"

Qin Yurou was stunned for a moment.

The man's gaze was fixed on the void, his voice cold and deep: "You must win first place at this palace banquet. If you fail to do so..."

Qin Yurou was taken aback. She looked up and gazed at the man's cold and resolute profile: "I will definitely complete the mission. You just need to wait for my good news."

"Ah."

The man withdrew his gaze, turned around, and walked towards the room not far away.