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

"Get out of my way! I want to see the Prince Consort!"

"Miss, please do not obstruct us from performing our official duties!"

"I don't care, I'm going to see the Prince Consort. I've admired him for a long time, and I've come here specifically to arrange a blind date with him. Don't stop me!"

Yang Ling raised an eyebrow and slowly walked towards the stairwell.

As he looked up, he saw a young girl standing in the lobby of the restaurant, pointing at two guards with a face full of anger, as if she wanted to devour them.

Yang Ling was immediately delighted. He smiled slightly and slowly stepped down the stairs, his eyes clear as water: "I didn't know that I had such charm that I could make such a beautiful woman fall in love with me."

The guards coughed awkwardly twice. This girl was none other than Yang Yu.

Yang Yu originally wanted to force her way into the restaurant, but she encountered patrolling guards. Fearing that she would be discovered, she did not dare to force her way in, but instead hid to the side and watched.

The moment Yang Ling came downstairs, her eyes lit up.

She had never seen such a handsome young man.

Under the sunlight, the silver-haired boy's face was as white and delicate as jade, and his exquisite and beautiful features were like a sculpture. His black robe fluttered in the wind, and he exuded a lazy aura.

"Miss, we are complete strangers, why are you so persistent in bothering me?"

Yang Ling gently touched her forehead, seemingly in pain: "I don't know when you fell in love with me, but my heart already belongs to someone else."

Yang Yu stomped his foot angrily: "I don't care, I just love you. All these people are bullying me, you're my only lifeline! I can't let you go!"

"Yang Ling!" Mu Ya's voice came from the stairs, "I really envy you, you actually have the opportunity to marry into the Prince's mansion, I also want to marry him!"

"It's a pity that the threshold of the Prince's Mansion is too high. Someone like me will never be able to enter."

"Mu Ya!" Yang Ling's face darkened slightly. "I will not marry you, nor will I take a concubine. Go back!"

Mu Ya's face was pale, and tears streamed down her face. She bit her lip, staring stubbornly at Yang Ling, her shoulders trembling, looking pitiful.

Yang Ling frowned.

He didn't understand why the maid was suddenly crying again, her pretty face showing grievance but no remorse.

"Mu Ya, what are you standing there for? Hurry up and leave!" Yang Ling shouted coldly.

Mu Ya lowered her eyes, seemingly lost in thought.

Suddenly...

She turned to look at the man standing not far away, a determined glint in her eyes.

Yang Ling was stunned; he felt that something was amiss.

Muya shouldn't stay here and embarrass herself; she should leave immediately.

"You..." Yang Ling was about to speak when she saw Mu Ya rush towards the boy standing next to the man and grab the boy's arm.

“My lord, I know my family background is inferior to yours, and I am not worthy of you, but... please give me a chance.”

Mu Ya was very beautiful. She looked delicate and frail, and her pitiful appearance was enough to make any man in the world feel sorry for her.

But this seemingly delicate Mu Ya was incredibly bold and reckless, clinging to the man's arm without any regard for her image.

"Let me go!" Yang Ling frowned and shouted sharply.

Mu Ya bit her lip, released the man in her arms, and timidly took a few steps back.

"Mu Ya, are you crazy?" Yang Ling stared at her in shock, disappointment in her eyes. "I don't like you. You're not allowed to come within three meters of me from now on, or else, don't blame me for being impolite."

His tone was icy, devoid of any warmth.

This was the second time he had warned Muya.

Last time it was because he didn't know Muya.

This time, however, he would never allow Muya to be so presumptuous again!

Mu Ya stood there, stunned. Her hands were clenched into stiff fists, and her heart ached as if it had been pricked by needles.

"Your Highness, I..." Her eyes were red and swollen, and she hesitated to speak.

The man had his back to her and didn't notice her expression.

After saying this indifferently, he turned his gaze to Yang Ling.

"So you are Yang Ling?" The man narrowed his eyes slightly.

“Not bad,” Yang Ling replied calmly.

"I heard you rejected Mu Ya's marriage proposal, and you still want me to carry your shoes?"

Yang Ling scoffed lightly: "I do have the right to refuse Mu Ya, but I don't need anyone to carry my shoes."

This Mu Ya is not worth his time.

She is not even worthy of carrying his shoes.

"You are indeed arrogant," the man said with a smirk. "Since you rejected Mu Ya, why don't you accept me?"

Mu Ya quickly raised her head and looked at the man expectantly.

She knew she couldn't compare to Mu Ya, but she was just as outstanding. Why would the Prince choose that good-for-nothing instead of giving her a second glance?

“I’m sorry,” Yang Ling shook his head, “I have no interest in finding a woman to be my wife.”

What is a woman?

His mother once told him that women are the most troublesome.

He only wanted to be there for his younger sister as she grew up and didn't want to share his husband with other women.

Besides, he was gay.

"Hmph!" Mu Ya sneered, "Your Highness, don't be fooled by this good-for-nothing. How can she compare to me?"

The man's brow furrowed, and he slammed his hand down on Mu Ya's face, violently throwing her away.

boom!

Mu Ya fell to the ground in a sorry state, feeling as if all the bones in her body were shattered, and the pain was excruciating.

"Miss Muya!"

The waiter was so frightened that his legs went weak, and he hurriedly ran over to help Muya up.

His face was grim as he glared fiercely at Yang Ling: "Yang Ling, how could you do such a cruel thing to a girl?"

Yang Ling touched the tip of her nose and said calmly, "I just wanted to let her know that women should behave themselves. I don't like trouble, so why should she come here to die?"

"Miss Muya is a good girl, you can ask her if you don't believe me!"

"She said she didn't want to be a concubine."

Mu Ya looked up at Yang Ling, her eyes filled with shy tenderness: "Yang Ling, I won't give up. When my parents come to propose, I will marry you."

After she finished speaking, she wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, slowly turned around, and walked towards the door.

Even after Muya disappeared from sight, the waiter remained fuming.

"Yang Ling, if you don't explain yourself today, we can't settle this score!"

Yang Ling sighed.

He couldn't bear to see the waiter so upset, so he patiently explained, "I won't accept a woman with such a scheming mind. Besides, I don't like her and will only treat her as a friend. You've misunderstood. Go and rest for a while, and I'll come back tomorrow."

"you……"

The waiter opened his mouth to try and persuade her to stay, but after seeing Yang Ling's resolute gaze, he ultimately kept quiet.

Perhaps it was Yang Ling's words that made him momentarily dazed.

The prince has extremely high standards, and ordinary women don't even catch his eye. Although Mu Ya is not bad, she is not good enough for him to look at her differently.

But the Prince actually said... he doesn't like Muya?

How could he not like it?

Who would be willing to refuse a woman as beautiful as Muya?