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

As soon as he finished speaking, he hurriedly left.

Only after the man's figure gradually disappeared did Yang Ling slowly turn around and walk into the house.

He pushed open the door, and inside, the young girl was playing the zither.

A young girl in a flowing blue dress sat by the zither, her slender, white fingers plucking the strings, and melodious music filled the courtyard.

Yang Ling paused, stopped, and quietly watched the girl playing the instrument.

The girl had skin as smooth as jade and exquisite, perfect features. She was like a fairy who had stepped out of a painting, with beauty that could topple kingdoms.

He suddenly recalled the image of the girl lying on his shoulder last night, and his eyes softened considerably, even a faint smile appearing on his lips.

As Mu Ya looked up, she caught a glimpse of the tenderness in the man's eyes.

In that instant, my heart pounded wildly, and I held my breath.

There is actually a man in this world more handsome than Yang Ling.

Yang Ling slowly walked behind Mu Ya, bent down, reached out and hugged the girl's slender waist, pulled her into his arms, and kissed her forehead with his cool lips.

Mu Ya was stunned. She looked up blankly and saw the man's smile.

That smile was as gentle as a spring breeze, as if it could warm people's hearts.

Unfortunately, she didn't have the right to appreciate that smile.

"Yang Ling, let me go."

Her face flushed red with embarrassment.

Yang Ling calmly released the girl in his arms: "Today, my parents have come to propose marriage. If you agree, we will hold a wedding ceremony immediately."

Mu Ya's heart skipped a beat, and she asked blankly, "Why?"

“The Yang family will not treat you unfairly,” Yang Ling chuckled, “but you must leave the Mu family. I don’t like the people in the Mu family.”

"……it is good."

Mu Ya's voice was choked with sobs, and her eyes were full of expectation: "As long as you don't dislike me, Yang Ling, I am willing to stay with you for the rest of my life and never leave you."

Tears streamed down her face, her heart filled with bitterness.

A flicker of disgust crossed Yang Ling's mind, but she ultimately refrained from expressing it.

"Alright," Yang Ling took the handkerchief and handed it to Mu Ya, "Go and wipe your makeup off. I don't want anyone to know that we've already pledged our lives to each other."

"Ah."

Muya obediently replied and ran towards the dressing table.

As soon as she opened the box, a long whip suddenly flew out and landed on the dressing table with a thud.

pat!

Muya was so frightened that she sat down on the ground with a thud, completely stunned.

She slowly raised her head, and what came into view was a pretty face contorted with rage.

"Muya, you actually betrayed me!" Yang Muyan gripped the whip tightly, her eyes bloodshot. "I will not allow you to hurt my brother."

Mu Ya bit her lip and lowered her head: "Sister Mu Yan, I won't hurt your brother."

Yang Ling frowned slightly: "Mu Yan, don't worry, I'll handle this myself. No matter who it is, they can't stop me from being with Mu Ya!"

His tone was domineering and merciless.

"Ling'er!" Yang Muyan shouted angrily, "What do you mean by this? Do you want to marry a good-for-nothing? Aren't you afraid of ruining your reputation?"

Yang Ling sneered: "I, Yang Ling, will never let others dictate what I do."

"you……"

Yang Muyan was about to scold them again when footsteps sounded outside the door. Mu Jingchen strode in and, upon seeing the two people in the room, paused for a moment before asking, "Muyan, Ling'er, what brings you here?"

Yang Muyan glared at Mu Ya resentfully, then turned to Mu Jingchen: "Jingchen, Ling'er insists on marrying a good-for-nothing. What do you think we should do?"

"What?" Mu Jingchen was stunned, his face turning ashen. "Ling'er, how could you do something so foolish?"

His words clearly acknowledged that Muya was a good-for-nothing.

Muya's face was pale, her body trembled, and her eyes were filled with grief.

"Second Brother, I will not marry Mu Ya," Yang Ling slowly raised his head, his dark eyes revealing determination. "Mu Ya is the only woman I have ever loved. Even if I don't like her, I will not let anyone touch her."

Mu Jingchen was furious: "Our Yang family and the Yang family of Nanyang are related by marriage. Since you have promised the Mu family, you will not go back on your word. Aren't you afraid that my Yang family will be disgraced because of this?

Yang Ling's indifferent gaze swept over Mu Jingchen: "My second uncle and mother have already agreed, so I naturally cannot go against their wishes, but I will never marry Mu Ya."

"Yang Ling!"

Mu Jingchen roared.

“My mind is made up,” Yang Ling slowly walked up to Mu Ya, squatted down, and tightly grasped the girl’s cold little hand. “Don’t worry, I will give you a grand wedding. After the wedding, you will still be my only queen. No one can change that fact.”

He didn't want to force Mu Ya; he wanted Mu Jingchen to see that the reason he didn't want to marry Mu Ya was because he had already fallen in love with her.

If Muya is not a good-for-nothing, he will keep his promise and marry her as his queen.

Unfortunately, she was a good-for-nothing, so how could she be worthy of marrying him?

"Yang Ling, do you really think the Mu family are fools?" Mu Jingchen sneered, a sarcastic smile playing on his lips. "I, Mu Jingchen, never break my promises, but I also won't marry a good-for-nothing!"

Muya lowered her head.

It turns out that Yang Ling didn't like her; he was just following the agreement.

She believed that she held an extremely important position in Yang Ling's heart, or in the Mu family.

But now...

"Yang Ling".

Looking at the silent girl, Mu Jingchen continued, "Girls of the Mu family have no trouble finding husbands. What you're doing will only ruin your own future."

Muya's body stiffened slightly.

She knew that none of the legitimate daughters of the Mu family liked Yang Ling.

After all, Yang Ling was an illegitimate son.

Moreover, due to his timid nature, no one ever treated him as an elder brother.

But Muya is different. She is exceptionally talented and deeply loved by the old master. Therefore, she has a very high status in the mansion. Even if the legitimate young ladies dislike Yang Ling, they dare not express it openly.

But what if Yang Ling doesn't marry her...

I'm afraid... those legitimate daughters will use this as an excuse to make trouble.

Yang Ling sneered: "Mu Jingchen, I, Yang Ling, do not need anyone to pave my way. Who I marry is entirely up to my own feelings."

“You…” Mu Jingchen’s expression changed.

That bastard Yang Ling, is he trying to drive him crazy?

“Father,” Mu Muyan hurriedly tugged at Mu Jingchen’s sleeve and said with a charming smile, “Ling’er must have said those things in a fit of anger. Don’t take it to heart. He has always listened to you.”

Mu Jingchen's expression returned to normal, and he snorted, "Ling'er, you know best how Mu Yan feels about you. I hope you won't let her down."

"Muya!"

Mu Muyan pointed at Mu Ya menacingly: "Today, on behalf of the Mu family, I declare that I forbid you from entering the Yang family. From now on, you should never even dream of setting foot in the Yang family!"

Yang Ling raised an eyebrow, his gaze filled with a cold light, as if he wanted to torture Mu Muyan to death.