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

Why is it that Mu Ling gets to have a sister like her, while Mu Ya doesn't deserve it?

"Ya'er, don't worry, this time, I won't lie to you again," Mu Jinse's eyes gleamed with malice, "I will not only make Mu Ling regret it for the rest of his life, but I will also get rid of Yang Ling for you!"

How dare Yang Ling insult her daughter?

Even if she couldn't make Mu Ling marry Mu Ya, at least she would make sure Yang Ling could never recover!

……

Yang Ling returned to the room, and his staff rushed up to him.

"Your Highness, the task you asked us to do has been completed. We have found a way out to the sea."

“Very good,” Yang Ling said indifferently, turning his gaze to his subordinate. “Have someone keep a close eye on Mu Jinse. If she tries to harm my disciple, notify me immediately.”

The aide nodded and withdrew.

Yang Ling narrowed her eyes, her cold gaze sweeping out the window.

"It seems this world needs a change!"

……

The night was bright with a clear moon and few stars.

The lanterns in the mansion hung on the tree branches, swaying gently in the breeze.

A woman in a green robe stood under the moonlight, her silver hair cascading down her back like a waterfall, scattering in the wind.

The girl's face was serene, and her eyes were gentle.

Suddenly, Yang Ling seemed to realize something, and abruptly turned her head, seeing the girl in the green dress standing in the corner.

"who are you?"

The girl looked up and gazed at the man under the moon.

He was dressed in a blue robe, exuding heroic spirit. He had handsome features, with sword-like eyebrows that reached his temples. His aura was domineering and imposing, and his eyes were sharp and piercing.

This is Yang Ling.

"Mu Jinse's niece?" Yang Ling raised an eyebrow. "What are you doing here?"

Mu Ya was taken aback and lowered her eyes.

So, he didn't recognize him?

"I……"

She pursed her pink lips, hesitated for a long time, and then mustered up her courage to speak: "I want to learn music, chess, calligraphy and painting from you."

Music, chess, calligraphy, and painting?

Yang Ling frowned. He remembered that he had never taught her these things.

“I don’t like communicating with other people, so I’ve never taught anyone.”

"Oh," Yang Ling replied casually, "In that case, you should leave. This place is not suitable for you."

"Why?" Mu Ya was stunned.

“Because you are a piece of trash,” Yang Ling said with a sneer. “A piece of trash has no right to stay in my courtyard.”

The word "useless" made Mu Ya's pale face turn deathly white instantly.

Waste? She's not waste.

She was frail and sickly from childhood, and even her spiritual roots could not be tested.

But she won't deny herself because of this.

Yang Ling's words hurt her fragile heart. She trembled and covered her lips, tears sliding down her fingers.

"Mu Ya," Yang Ling sighed, "I can't help you either. I only have one disciple, and I treat her like my own daughter. I will never let anyone harm her. You should leave. I don't want to hurt innocent people."

"..."

Mu Ya's tears flowed uncontrollably. She gritted her teeth, turned around, and ran towards the door. Tears wet her eyelashes and blurred her vision.

She staggered, as if unable to withstand the enormous impact, and fell to the ground. She reached out her hand, trying to grab onto something.

Even at this moment, she still couldn't understand that all she wanted was to get closer to Yang Ling.

……

A gust of cold wind swept by.

"Auntie," Mu Ya knelt on the ground and cried out, "Why did you do this to me? You knew I was in love with my cousin, yet you still tried to break us up?"

"Ya'er, why are you doing this? You know perfectly well that your cousin doesn't like you, so why are you still so persistent?"

Mu Ya clenched her fists tightly: "I don't care, I must marry my cousin! Tell Father to agree to let me marry my cousin. If you don't agree, I won't get up."

Mu Jinse frowned: "Ya'er, don't be ridiculous. The Yang family will never agree to this. Besides, my cousin and Yang Ling are in love. Why do you have to interfere?"

"I insist!"

Mu Ya raised her tear-filled eyes and glared fiercely at Mu Jinse: "If you don't agree, I'll kill myself!"

Mu Jinse's face immediately darkened: "Mu Ya, you have disappointed me greatly! I never expected you to be such an unfilial person. Have you forgotten that your mother told me to take good care of you before she died? And now you are disobeying me for a man?"

"I don't care! I only love my cousin," Mu Ya's face flushed red as she clenched her fists and said angrily, "My cousin is so outstanding, he deserves the best woman in the world, I won't allow any other woman to touch him! I will never allow you to ruin my cousin!"

Mu Jinse roared angrily, "Mu Ya, you are my daughter. I have raised you for more than ten years. You shouldn't treat me like this!"

Mu Ya lowered her head, her eyes reddening: "I didn't want to either, but I couldn't control my feelings. I love my cousin, and I want to spend the rest of my life with him. I have no choice..."

"You..." Mu Jinse trembled with anger, and she raised her hand to slap Mu Ya.

However, Mu Ya had anticipated her actions. As soon as she raised her hand, Mu Ya quickly took a few steps back, avoiding Mu Jinse's attack.

"Mu Jinse, you don't need to scare me," Mu Ya said stubbornly, wiping the blood from the corner of her mouth. "Anyway, you don't love me. I live in your shadow, constantly on guard against your traps and schemes, and I have to endure your scolding. Since that's the case, I'd rather die than continue being your puppet!"

She was personally led into the family by Mu Jinse, who never taught her the arts of music, chess, calligraphy, or painting.

However, she was not a fool, and with a little observation, she could tell that she was deliberately not teaching her any martial arts skills.

It was only because Mu Jinse was afraid that she would threaten her position; Mu Jinse even thought of using her life to threaten Yang Ling!

How could she not resent it?

Therefore, she had no choice but to flee.

She cannot marry her cousin, otherwise she will never see him again!

"Mu Ya!" Mu Jinse's eyes were filled with rage. "I am your own mother!"

Mu Ya pursed her lips tightly, her eyes filled with determination.

"I'd rather not have you as my mother!"

Rumble!

The thunder rolled by, deafeningly loud.

Raindrops slanted down from the sky, hitting Muya. She raised her head to face the torrential rain, her eyes filled with sorrow.

She grew up without a father, only with her mother. Now, the only person who loved her has abandoned her, and she no longer wants to live in this world.

Mu Ya turned her head, took a deep breath, slowly got up from the ground, and walked step by step towards the outside of the courtyard.

She walked with great difficulty; every step felt like stepping on a knife's edge.

But she persisted and never stopped.

……

"Ah!"

Inside the house, Yang Ling sneezed violently, rubbed her nose, and muttered to herself, "I guess someone's talking about me behind my back again?"

Yang Ling put down the teacup and jumped off the bed.

At this moment, he was dressed in a striking red robe, exuding a captivating and languid charm. A gentle smile graced his exquisitely beautiful face, as if bathed in a spring breeze.

“Master,” a guard appeared and respectfully reported, “we have found out that the group of men in black last night were royal guards, and their target was Miss Muya. I suspect they are enemies of Madam Mu.”