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

Over the years, he had lived in hatred, so when Old Master Qin suggested that he marry Qin Yurou, he refused without hesitation.

Now that Qin Yurou is back, he feels unwell all over.

……

A gentle breeze rustled Yang Ling's clothes.

He walked slowly towards the courtyard. Suddenly, a fragrance wafted over. He subconsciously followed the scent and his eyes lit up instantly. He quickly walked forward.

In the sunlight, the woman, with her slender figure and snow-white skin, sat under a tree, holding a book in her hand.

The girl's profile was exquisitely beautiful; she was as serene as a painting, captivating all who looked at her.

Her eyelashes were very long, covering her eyelids.

A moment later, the girl closed the book and turned her gaze to Yang Ling.

The sunlight enveloped the two of them, as if gilding them with a layer of gold.

"you're awake."

Her voice was very soft, like a feather, brushing against his heart, leaving a tingling, itchy feeling.

His Adam's apple bobbed a few times, his gaze remaining fixed on the woman, unwilling to look away.

“I came here when I heard you were sick.”

Yang Ling'er's heart skipped a beat.

This was the first time she had seen Yang Ling so gentle and refined.

In the past, he was domineering, forceful, cold, and ruthless.

but……

Now, he makes her heart race, her heart melt, and she even speaks with a shyness.

"Thank you."

Yang Ling lowered her eyes and smiled gently, her voice as warm and gentle as jade, seemingly intoxicating.

Yang Ling'er stared blankly at the man in front of her. His handsome features exuded gentleness, and his clear and bright eyes made people's hearts flutter.

"Ah Chen," Yang Ling'er asked, pursing her pink lips, "Will you marry me?"

Yang Ling smiled and shook her head: "Your temperament is not pleasing, and besides, I already have a wife. I hope that my future partner will be a woman who can tolerate me and be considerate."

"You...you don't like me?" Yang Ling'er was stunned, her eyes stinging. "Achen, tell me, is it because of Qin Yurou that you don't want to be with me?"

Yang Ling smiled faintly and shook her head: "No, you have a bad temper and are willful, these are your shortcomings, but I like the kind of woman who can tolerate me, not someone as unreasonable and rude as you."

boom!

Yang Ling'er was stunned. She stared at Yang Ling in disbelief, her eyes red and tears welling up.

"Achen, you clearly like Yu Rou, but you don't like me? Why are you lying to me?"

"I will not marry you."

“You…” Yang Ling’er clutched her chest and wept bitterly, “Why would you rather have a woman who doesn’t like you than look at me? I’m not reconciled!”

Yang Ling glanced at her indifferently: "Your father has already written to me. Our family owes the Qin family a lot of money, which must be repaid as soon as possible. For the time being, I will stay at the Yang family's house. After the debt is paid off, you can move out or choose not to leave."

"I'm not leaving!" Yang Ling'er wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes and shouted angrily.

"Since you're not leaving, then do me a favor!"

Yang Ling smiled slightly, his smile bright and dazzling.

Yang Ling'er's heart skipped a beat, and she stared at him warily.

Yang Ling narrowed her eyes, a smile playing on her lips: "Don't worry, I won't harm you, but... there's something I have to ask you to do."

His expression turned serious.

"What do you want me to do?" Yang Ling'er was a little impatient, and her tone was also somewhat urgent.

"Keep an eye on someone for me." Yang Ling paused, then continued, "She has an impulsive personality, so if she does anything, you must inform me immediately. Also, my friend should be back soon, so if you have the chance, please look after her for a while."

A look of doubt flashed in Yang Ling'er's eyes: "Your friend?"

“Yes,” Yang Ling nodded, “She’s a very good girl, just a bit impulsive.”

"Oh."

Yang Ling'er didn't ask any more questions and obediently replied.

"Alright, you can leave now," Yang Ling waved her hand and calmly gave the order.

"Yes, son."

Yang Ling'er respectfully cupped her fists, turned and walked out of the courtyard. Before leaving, she glanced back at the man on the recliner.

The sunlight poured down, bathing him in a pale yellow glow, making him appear as handsome as an immortal, as if he might ride the wind and depart at any moment.

This man is truly born to stand on the clouds.

"Young master, why don't you agree to her request?" The man stood beside Yang Ling and asked with a frown.

Yang Ling gave a wry smile: "She is Miss Ling'er, and I don't want Ling'er to suffer any injustice."

Ling'er's personality is too impulsive; if she marries him, she will definitely suffer.

“But you are her fiancé. Your responsibility is to protect her. If she is bullied by other men, you cannot stand idly by. After all... Miss Ling’er did nothing wrong. It was others who bullied her.”

Yang Ling frowned slightly, her eyes filled with dissatisfaction.

"My affairs are none of your business."

The man sighed, "Young master, I'm only doing this for your own good."

“I know what I’m doing,” Yang Ling said, rubbing his temples. He handed the teacup to the man and said, “You can make me a pot of tea.”

The man smiled helplessly and reached out to take the teapot.

……

At this moment, Nanxian was sitting cross-legged on the bed, resting with his eyes closed, completely unaware that Yang Ling'er had already come to see him.

“Senior brother,” a figure in white robes flashed through the doorway and landed in front of Nanxian, “I just saw Yang Ling’er, she’s back again.”

Nanxian opened his eyes, a cold glint flashing in them.

"Go and chase her away."

The man smiled slightly: "Okay."

As soon as he finished speaking, a figure in white disappeared from the room.

……

Yang Mansion.

A white robe fluttered as he leaped in through the doorway, his brows furrowed with arrogance and swagger.

"Who dares to stop me?"

Yang Ling'er was reading a book at her desk when suddenly, a murderous aura rushed towards her.

She was so startled she almost jumped up, hurriedly hiding behind the table, pointing a trembling finger at the person who had come: "Why are you here again? Are you ever going to stop?"

The man had delicate features and was dressed in white, as white as snow.

He held a wine jar in his hand, drank it down in one gulp, and the smell of alcohol filled the air.

“Yang Ling’er,” the man smiled slightly, “didn’t you just say that you are the most distinguished young lady of the Yang family?”

"you……"

Yang Ling'er gritted her teeth and glared fiercely at the man who had suddenly appeared.

This guy always acts like a scoundrel whenever he comes to the Yang family.

But she couldn't resist.

She feared that if she resisted, he would become even more ruthless, until her father sent people to arrest her.

"Stay away from me, or I'll scream for help!"

"..." The man's lips twitched a few times. He threw the wine jar aside. "Yang Ling'er, this is my home. I can come and go as I please. Is it any of your business? Remember, I am your fiancé. You are not allowed to be entangled with other men!"