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

"Miss Muya is a good girl, and I believe she is truly devoted to her." The waiter sighed.

He looked in the direction Mu Ya had left, his eyes filled with regret.

Unfortunately, Mu Ya's personality is so stubborn that no matter how much the Prince says, it will probably be of no use...

"Brother Yang Ling." Yang Muyan quickly walked to Yang Ling's side, her rosy face upturned, and asked innocently, "Does Sister Muya like you?"

Her expression was innocent and pure, as if she understood nothing.

Yang Ling's expression changed slightly, her eyes flickering: "How do you know she likes me?"

Yang Muyan pouted: "Sister Muya always sneaks a peek at you whenever she comes. I saw her spying on you."

“Nonsense,” Yang Ling said angrily, “I didn’t even look at her.”

Yang Muyan opened her clear, bright eyes and asked, "Then why won't you admit it?"

Yang Ling was speechless.

He didn't even bother to glance at Mu Ya.

“Brother Yang Ling, you don’t need to be angry with her. If you don’t like her, just keep your distance from her. She’s very cunning and treacherous. She’s deliberately seducing you. Father said that bad women are not to be played with.”

"Ah."

Yang Ling nodded.

He already knew what kind of person Mu Ya was, so he didn't care too much.

"Brother Yang Ling, let's go," Yang Muyan said in a childish voice, tugging at Yang Ling's sleeve. "I'll take you to see the rabbits I raise."

"it is good."

Yang Ling lowered his eyes, gazing warmly at Yang Muyan, a faint smile appearing on his handsome face.

Yang Muyan felt a sweet warmth in her heart.

No matter how outstanding Mu Ya is, she will never be the only one in Yang Ling's heart.

He only loves her.

……

Mu Mansion.

Mu Ling sat at her desk, intently reviewing official documents.

Suddenly, the steward strode in, knelt respectfully before Mu Ling, and reported with utmost deference: "Master, the Prince's Mansion has sent word that the Prince has arrived at the gate and hopes that you will go to greet him."

Mu Ling was stunned for a moment, his eyes filled with joy, but then he regained his composure.

During this period, the Prince's residence had never visited him.

He originally thought the prince was going to ignore him, but he didn't expect him to come to the Mu family so eagerly.

“Master,” the steward hesitated for a moment before continuing, “the Prince said he was merely passing by the Mu residence, nothing more.”

Mu Ling sneered: "Since the Prince's mansion has sent people, I should personally greet them. Prepare the carriage immediately and come with me to welcome the Prince."

"Yes, sir."

Outside the Mu family's gate, a carriage was parked in the courtyard.

A man in a brocade robe stood on the carriage, his gaze sweeping over the crowd standing outside the door.

"Your Highness, you've finally arrived." Mu Ling laughed twice and walked eagerly toward the man. "I've been searching for you all these years, and today I've finally been able to welcome you back."

"I've been so busy these past few days that I forgot about the Mu family. Please forgive me, Brother Mu."

"Haha," Mu Ling laughed heartily twice, "We are all brothers, why be so polite? Your Highness, you have come from afar and must be tired. Please come in and have a cup of tea to rest for a while."

"Thank you."

The prince nodded slightly and followed Mu Ling into the Mu family residence.

Inside the Mu family's main hall, Mu Ling held a wine glass, her gaze burning as she stared at the man before her.

The prince was his close friend of many years, and the two became confidants because of him.

"Your Highness, may I ask what brings you to my Mu family this time?"

“Oh,” the man said with a light smile, taking a sip of tea. “I’ve heard that the Mu family recently recruited a young hero named Yang Ling.”

Mu Ling's smile froze. He gave an awkward laugh: "Your Highness, you must have misheard. When has my Mu family ever recruited a young hero?"

"Yes."

The man gently stroked the rim of his cup, a half-smile playing on his lips: "My memory has never been very good, but I do remember that Brother Mu's son was named Yang Ling. I wonder if he is still alive. I miss him dearly."

"Prince..."

Mu Ling's face was pale, and she was trembling all over: "I...I don't know what you're talking about?"

“Oh, I forgot,” the man chuckled twice. “My memory is a bit bad, and ignorance is no excuse. However, I’ve always hated evil and despised those who bully others. Brother Mu, your son bullied my nephew. How do you plan to handle this?”

Mu Ling's head exploded with a loud bang. He looked up in alarm at the man in front of him, cold sweat beading on his forehead.

“Your Highness, it’s all a misunderstanding. I didn’t know my son was framed.”

He gritted his teeth, unable to suppress the anger in his heart.

"Oh?" The man raised an eyebrow. "Then who do you think framed my nephew?"

“Yes…” Mu Ling clenched her fists, “Mu Ya.”

"Heh," the man chuckled sarcastically, "My nephew is of good character and never bullies men or women. How could he possibly do something so shameful? You might as well tell me, which girl dares to slander my nephew like this?"

Mu Ling's heart pounded wildly.

He felt a tightness in his chest, and even speaking was difficult.

“Your Highness, you have misunderstood. It is…it is Mu Ya.”

"Oh?" The man narrowed his eyes. "Then why did Mu Ya frame my nephew? As far as I know, Mu Ya and my nephew have a close relationship, and over the years, Mu Ya has also been kind to my nephew."

"Muya did this to get revenge on me..."

boom!

He slammed his palm down hard on the table.

The man was expressionless, his gaze chilling.

"Brother Mu, do you not take me seriously? Would I, a prince, wrong a commoner like you?"

Mu Ling sneered, "Mu Ya is my wife, of course I will protect my wife! As for other matters, I know nothing about them."

The man remained silent for a long time, when suddenly a gust of wind rose up and instantly whipped up his long hair.

He slowly turned around, a cold glint in his eyes.

"Brother Mu, are you really unwilling to give me an answer?"

Mu Ling snorted coldly: "I have no obligation to tell you!"

"Oh, is that so?" The man smiled. "I heard that Brother Mu once wanted to take a concubine, but had no one to take her in?"

Mu Ling's expression suddenly changed drastically: "Your Highness, you..."

His worst fears were exposed, and his face turned much paler.

"I've come today only to inform you that I'm going to take two concubines. If you know what's good for you, don't try to stop me. Otherwise, don't blame me for disregarding our years of friendship."

Mu Ling clenched her fists tightly, her eyes filled with resentment: "I absolutely disagree!"

“Brother Mu, I only call you Brother Mu out of respect, but don’t force me to take action.” The man’s tone remained calm. “I have a bad temper. If you insist on stopping me, I will definitely resort to violence. If it causes a scandal, it will not be my problem.”

"Don't even think about it!"

Mu Ling was furious, her face flushed red: "Who you marry is your business, I will never allow you to take a concubine!"