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

"You're talking nonsense!" Yang Ling'er was on the verge of a breakdown and roared angrily.

The old man of the Yang family saw that she was pitiful and couldn't bear to see her all alone, so he forced him to marry her.

As a result, this bastard actually stuck with her!

"You don't believe me?" The man raised an eyebrow and said with a grin, "I have your father's keepsake."

He reached into his pocket, pulled out a jade pendant, and tossed it to Yang Ling'er.

Yang Ling'er lowered her eyes to look at the jade pendant in her hand.

That was indeed his father's, but where did he get it from?

"You... stole my father's keepsake?"

"Don't make false accusations!" the man roared in fury. "I found this, why are you saying I stole it? I took it honestly!"

Yang Ling'er was dumbfounded.

This...this jade pendant, wasn't it given to Yang Ling by her father? Why did it become this guy's?

"Hmph!" The man sneered. "Let me tell you, only the two families know that your father took me as his godson, and your father only told me. You couldn't possibly know. So, I stole this jade pendant. Even if I don't admit it, what can you do to me?"

Yang Ling'er was stunned.

It turned out to be like this...

Her father's jade pendant was stolen by this shameless scoundrel?

But...isn't Yang Ling's piece exactly the same?

"You bastard, I'm going to kill you!"

Suddenly, Yang Ling'er was overcome with rage and slapped the man with her palm.

Caught off guard, the man was thrown to the ground by her force.

He got up, furious and humiliated: "You bitch, how dare you hit me! I'll fight you to the death!"

boom!

A powerful aura emanated from the man, instantly blasting Yang Ling'er away.

Yang Ling'er's face was as pale as paper, and bright red blood seeped from the corner of her mouth.

"You wretched woman! You really think I'm easy to bully? You want to kill me? Hahaha!" The man laughed arrogantly a few times. "I'll find a chance to deal with you when I get back to Daliang."

After saying this, he turned and left.

"Stop right there!" Yang Ling'er struggled to her feet and shouted angrily, "Who gave you permission to leave?"

"What? You don't actually want me to stay and be your husband, do you?" The man stopped in his tracks, a mocking smile playing on his lips.

"Pah!" Yang Ling'er spat. "Does scum like you deserve me?"

The man's gaze was sinister, and his tone was even more chilling: "You are now my wife. If I don't touch you, who will? Oh, right, tonight, I will make you wish you were dead."

His smile was sinister and vicious, which frightened Yang Ling'er so much that she took two steps back, her face full of terror.

……

At this moment, inside the Yang residence.

Yang Ling sat in the chair, a faint smile on his handsome face.

Little Baozi was standing next to him.

"Little Baozi, what do you think of the plot this time?"

"Hmm..." The little dumpling tilted his head and thought for a moment, "It's quite fun."

“Hehe,” Yang Ling stroked his chin and smiled, “These are all plots I wrote. As long as you find them fun, that’s fine.”

"Ling'er," the little boy blinked his eyes and asked, "when will you teach me martial arts?"

"Tomorrow, you stay in your room and wait for me to come back."

"Okay, Ling'er."

The little boy nodded his head, blinking his big, watery eyes; he was incredibly cute.

The next morning, as soon as Yang Ling left the Yang residence, he sensed a murderous aura coming from ahead.

His brows furrowed slightly, and he gazed indifferently ahead.

In his line of sight, a group of masked assassins dressed in black surrounded him.

These assassins were all dressed in black, shrouded in mystery.

"Who are you? Why do you want to kill me?" Yang Ling asked, raising his lips.

"You've offended someone you shouldn't have." One of the assassins sneered. Even though he didn't want to say it, it didn't mean he wanted to let this brat go.

If it weren't for the young master's orders, he would have rushed up and torn this brat to pieces long ago.

“Oh,” Yang Ling said, suddenly realizing, “In that case, I won’t meddle in other people’s business.”

He made a move as if he wanted to leave.

"Stop!" The man in black hurriedly stopped him. "You must leave with your life."

"I'm sorry, I can't agree to that." Yang Ling shrugged.

"Stop talking nonsense, do it!"

Upon hearing Yang Ling's refusal, the crowd said no more and drew their swords to slash at him.

In an instant, a cold glint appeared.

A slight smile played on Yang Ling's lips as she slowly raised her sword to deflect the attacks.

He didn't use much power; relying solely on his magical artifact, he easily dodged their attacks.

The assassins were stunned; they hadn't expected this young master to be so formidable.

"Which sect are you a disciple of?" the leader asked, frowning.

These assassins were hired from the Shadow Tower, and each one is a top-notch expert.

With so many people mobilized at the same time, even a high-level Saint Realm expert could be killed.

He didn't believe that this young master possessed such formidable strength.

Yang Ling shook her head: "I don't belong to any sect."

"Then why are you so powerful?" The man in black narrowed his eyes.

How could it be so powerful without a sect?

“Because I’m quite diligent,” Yang Ling replied calmly, “that’s why I’m quite capable.”

"..."

The veins on the man in black's forehead bulged: "Then we'll double our efforts, and we'll definitely be able to kill you."

Anyway, they were just following orders, so they can't be blamed if they fail.

"Then try your best."

Yang Ling left those words and ran towards the backyard.

He eventually needs to find himself a place to stay to avoid trouble...

……

Yang family backyard.

Yang Ling'er hesitated outside the door for a long time before finally gritting her teeth, pushing open the door, and stepping inside.

As soon as she entered the room, she saw a man lying on the bed.

The man was incredibly handsome, with an almost demonic charm.

The man leaned against the wall, stretched lazily, and turned his head to look at Yang Ling'er.

"What are you here for?"

His voice was nonchalant, as if he didn't care about her at all.

Yang Ling'er clenched her fists: "I came here specifically to thank you. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have been able to escape the pursuit of those thugs. Please accept my bow."

After she finished speaking, she was about to kneel down when suddenly an arm grabbed her and pulled her into an embrace.

The man's fingers stroked Yang Ling'er's hair, a devilish smile playing on his lips.

His eyes held a deep meaning: "Ling'er, I remember you promised me last night that you would serve me well, but I wonder what you've done now..."

"Don't do anything rash," Yang Ling'er panicked, "I..."

"Shh," the man extended his index finger and pressed it to Yang Ling'er's lips, smiling, "Let's not talk about that for now. Didn't you say you liked me yesterday? Let's consummate our marriage today."

Yang Ling'er's face turned deathly pale.

"That was not what I meant!"

"Um, you mean... you don't like me?"

The man's smile was gentle, and his gaze remained fixed on Yang Ling'er.

Yang Ling'er stared at him blankly: "I don't know why, but I feel a sense of familiarity with you."

Familiarity?