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

Perhaps sensing Mu Ling's insistence, Old Master Yang sighed and said, "Fine, considering how much you've worked for the Mu family over the years, I'll grant you one request."

Mu Ling was taken aback: "What are your requirements?"

“I can overlook the mistakes you made in the past, and I can let Ya’er stay to accompany the Prince, but on the condition that you guarantee Mu Ya’s safety. If Mu Ya is injured, I will not forgive you.”

Mu Ling's heart skipped a beat, and his expression was one of extreme excitement: "Thank you, Father."

"Alright," Old Master Yang waved his hand, his indifferent gaze sweeping over Mu Ling, and slowly said, "Go and call Ya'er here, I have something to ask her."

"Oh," Mu Ling said suddenly, "Okay, I'll go call Ya'er right away."

……

When Mu Ya heard that Yang Yi had come to find her, her heart skipped a beat, and she hurriedly ran out of the room.

She stopped in her tracks when she saw the man standing in the courtyard.

"Muya," Yang Yi said slowly as he walked towards the girl, "You will stay at the Yang family residence for the next few days. Don't wander off. I will send people to protect you."

Mu Ya gritted her teeth: "Second Uncle, I want to go out for a while. Can you find me a maid?"

"Where are you going?" Yang Yi frowned, his eyes showing some wariness.

"This is my business, Second Uncle, please don't interfere." Mu Ya's gaze gradually regained its composure, and she raised the corners of her lips. "I will take good care of myself."

Yang Yi frowned slightly, said no more, and ordered the guards to bring a maid to serve Mu Ya.

"Second Uncle, I'm all grown up now and don't need anyone to wait on me. Also, I have a friend coming to the Yang family. Could you please prepare a sedan chair for me and also inform the Mu family's carriage to come and pick him up?"

"Your friend?" Yang Yi was stunned.

Mu Ling's daughter is already five years old. When did she meet her friends?

“Yes,” Muya’s face glowed, “I’m a little tired from the bumpy journey, so I’m going to take a nap.”

Yang Yi took a deep breath and, in the end, couldn't bear to refuse, so he ordered his servants to quickly bring over a bed.

The girl lay on the bed, her head buried in the pillow, her eyes closed.

She didn't know how much time had passed when she felt her body being pulled and opened her eyes.

What came into view was the boy's handsome face.

The boy was thin and weak, with a pale and frail face, and his forehead was covered in fine sweat, as if he was in great pain.

"Young Master Yang?" Mu Ya's eyes widened in surprise. She quickly reached out to help the young man up. "What's wrong?"

The boy shook his head: "Miss Mu, I want to eat candied hawthorn."

"Candied hawthorn?" Mu Ya asked blankly. "What candied hawthorn?"

Yang Ling's throat was dry, and she said with difficulty, "It's... candied hawthorn."

"What is a candied hawthorn?" Mu Ya tilted her head and asked in confusion. "Young Master Yang, how are you feeling right now?"

"Cough cough!" Yang Ling coughed violently, his face flushed and his eyes glazed over. "I feel terrible tightness in my chest, and I'm dizzy..."

Mu Ya panicked: "Young Master Yang, wait for me, I'll go find a doctor right away!"

She quickly threw off the covers, got out of bed, and ran to the door, but then turned back, took out a bottle of pills, and handed it to Yang Ling.

"Young Master Yang, take this pill first, it should make you feel much better."

“Alright,” Yang Ling nodded, took the pill and swallowed it. The cool taste came from his stomach, dispelling the heat in his chest. “Miss Mu, what kind of pill is this?”

“This is a good medicine for treating colds and the like,” Mu Ya put down the empty porcelain bottle. “Young Master Yang, you can rest for a while. I’ll go find a doctor first.”

As Yang Ling looked up, the girl's figure had already leaped out of the window and disappeared from his sight.

Yang Ling's lips twitched a few times.

She left without even changing her clothes?

That's so unladylike!

Yang Ling lowered his eyes, his gaze falling on the porcelain bottle in his palm. His hand trembled slightly before he slowly withdrew it.

"Miss Mu... is it that you are unwilling to marry me?"

She had agreed to his request, but then changed her mind in the blink of an eye.

Yang Ling gave a bitter laugh, climbed off the bed, and staggered towards the outside.

He needs to ask Grandpa Yang if this matter can be changed!

After leaving the Yang residence, Mu Ya headed straight for the main gate.

The guards of the Yang family stopped her, preventing her from stepping out of the Yang residence.

Mu Ya clenched her fists: "I have to go out. Please inform Grandpa Yang that Mu Ya is here to see him."

The guard frowned slightly: "Our master is entertaining distinguished guests in the council hall. If it's not something very important, come back later."

Mu Ya was extremely anxious, but the guards refused to let her pass, so she could only wait patiently.

Time passed slowly, and it wasn't until dusk that the doors of the council chamber were finally pushed open.

Surrounded by a crowd, Yang Yi strode in from outside the door.

When Mu Ya saw Yang Yi, her eyes lit up. She was about to rush forward when she saw Yang Yi stop in his tracks.

"Young Master Yang."

Yang Yi frowned slightly, his tone indifferent and distant.

“Miss Mu, my father is currently discussing business with a guest and is afraid he cannot see you.”

Mu Ya felt a pang of sadness, but forced herself to remain calm: "Then I'll come another day."

She lowered her eyes, concealing the sadness within them, and turned to walk towards the door.

"Miss Mu!"

Suddenly, a gentle voice sounded from behind.

Mu Ya was overjoyed and turned around to look at the man behind her with delight.

“Miss Mu,” Yang Ling smiled slightly, “since you’ve come to the Yang residence, why don’t you come with me for a stroll in the garden and have a cup of tea?”

Muya hesitated for a moment, then said, "Okay."

"Then let's go."

Yang Ling took two steps forward, took Mu Ya's hand, and led her towards the garden.

Sunlight bathed their tall, slender figures.

The girl was petite, a full three inches shorter than the man, and standing next to him, she appeared even more slender and adorable.

At that moment, Yang Ling did not notice the glint in Mu Ya's eyes.

Mu Xiaoyun finally arrived. She wanted to see how Mu Xiaoyun would act today.

……

The garden is filled with the fragrance of willows.

Yang Ling released Mu Ya's wrist, turned to look at the girl beside him, and frowned slightly: "Miss Mu, why are you staring at me? Is there something on my face?"

Mu Ya shook her head: "No, Young Master Yang is so handsome and dashing, I was stunned."

Her eyes revealed undisguised admiration.

Yang Ling was stunned; this was the first time Mu Ya had ever praised him.

"Really?"

Muya nodded solemnly.

It has to be admitted that Yang Lingsheng is indeed very handsome.

Even though she had never met Yang Ling, she could guess from his appearance that he must be a handsome man.

only……

If her brother were here, perhaps he would be more handsome than Yang Ling.

Mu Ya sighed. It was a pity that she was not of the Mu family bloodline and would never be qualified to inherit the treasure left by her father.

"Young Master Yang, I have something to tell you. Could you lend me some money? I need it urgently."

Yang Ling pondered for a moment, then took out several silver notes and handed them to Mu Ya: "How much do you need?"