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

"..." Mu Ya was silent for a moment, "Yang Ling, it's impossible between us. Even though I have amnesia, there will always only be one person in my heart."

"Who?" Yang Ling narrowed his eyes, his gaze dangerous.

"Bei Mo".

Yang Ling's breath hitched, his fists clenched so tightly they cracked, his handsome face turning ashen: "I understand, I will go find him. I refuse to believe that after all this time we've been through thick and thin together, he's indifferent to me."

"..."

Mu Ya lowered her eyes, concealing the strange look in them.

Perhaps... Bei Mo really is indifferent to Yang Ling? Otherwise, how could she have forgotten his name after spending three years together?

But that reason is too absurd.

Yang Ling took a deep breath: "Princess, you should stay at the Yang residence for a while. Once I find this person, you can take him back. I will escort you back. As for me..."

"You want to stay?"

Yang Ling remained silent for a long time: "I will make the Yang family submit and become the strongest force in the Northern String Dynasty. This time, I will not allow the Yang family to be wiped out, and I will not let you go back alone."

Muya let out a bitter laugh.

She could clearly sense that Yang Ling had already concluded that she had fallen in love with someone else because of amnesia.

but……

"Yang Ling, it is impossible for me to give up on Bei Mo."

“Princess!” Yang Ling hurriedly grabbed Mu Ya’s arm. “The ruler of the Northern String Dynasty has no wives or concubines. You don’t need to worry about it affecting your relationship with him. Just wait for me, and I will soon make the Yang family submit to the Northern String Dynasty.”

His tone was resolute and unwavering.

Mu Ya's eyes glistened with tears, but she stubbornly refused to let them fall.

“Yang Ling, I won’t go back with you.” She shook her head. “I’ll go back to Bei Mo.”

"..." Yang Ling felt a pang of panic. "I don't care if you can find him or not, I won't let you go back alone."

“Yang Ling,” Mu Ya closed her eyes, her eyelashes trembling slightly, her voice a little hoarse, “The things between Bei Mo and me will not change. You and I are not suitable for each other either. You are an excellent person, and you deserve a better woman.”

Yang Ling clenched her fists tightly: "Princess, I don't understand, I don't understand why you rejected me. Did I do something wrong?"

Muya opened her eyes.

The girl's face was pure and ethereal, breathtakingly beautiful.

"Yang Ling, if, I mean if..." She paused, then continued, "If one day, Bei Mo is no longer the prince of Bei Xian Kingdom, and I am no longer the eldest daughter of the Mu family, but an ordinary person, or even a cripple, would you still be willing to marry me?"

Yang Ling paused, his brow furrowing slightly: "This assumption does not exist."

Mu Ya gave a wry smile, her cheeks curving gently upwards.

"I don't want to make assumptions with you, but I'm afraid I won't be able to control myself."

Why can't you control yourself?

"I can't imagine what I would do if Bei Mo left me one day. I'm afraid I would go crazy. I don't want to go through that kind of pain again. Yang Ling, it's impossible between us."

Yang Ling's body stiffened. He opened his mouth, but after a long while, he finally managed to ask a question.

"Princess, can you tell me the reason?"

"..."

Mu Ya lowered her eyes, not daring to look at Yang Ling.

"I like Bei Mo."

boom!

Like a bolt from the blue, Yang Ling was stunned and stood there dumbfounded, unable to recover for a long time.

Mu Ya likes... Bei Mo?

how can that be!

"Princess, you're lying to me, aren't you?" Yang Ling's expression gradually returned to calm. "The person you like should be Qin Chen. I don't understand, what makes Bei Mo better than Qin Chen? Or is he your senior brother?"

He and Qin Chen grew up together and have a deep friendship.

He simply didn't believe that Qin Chen was better than Bei Mo.

"Yang Ling, this is a private matter between him and me, and I don't want to talk about it anymore."

Mu Ya's voice was calm, revealing neither joy nor sorrow, making her difficult to understand.

"I understand." Yang Ling shook her head with a wry smile. "In that case, I will respect your decision, but I also hope that you won't have any other men while I'm away."

Mu Ya looked up at Yang Ling.

"I will."

Yang Ling breathed a sigh of relief: "Then I'll be going now. If you miss me, you can come to the Yang family to find me anytime."

The implication was that he would leave for a while, allowing her to miss him.

Mu Ya didn't say anything; she turned and walked towards the bed in the room.

She stopped only after Yang Ling's figure disappeared from sight, her gaze slightly lowered, a resolute look flashing in her eyes.

She couldn't hide in the Yang family forever; she had to find a way to leave, but... how could she leave?

The Yang family was heavily guarded, so she had no chance, and the Northern Xian Dynasty was too far away; she simply couldn't return in the short term.

……

The backyard of the Yang residence.

A maidservant carried a basin of water out of the bathroom.

As soon as he stepped into the room, he bumped into the young man walking towards him.

The boy held a handkerchief in his hand, wiping the sweat from his forehead.

"Young Master," the maid bowed respectfully, "Madam is in the bath. Would you like to go and attend to her?"

Yang Jingtian's fingers froze.

"You step back first."

"Yes, Master."

The maidservant respectfully withdrew, and Yang Jingtian slowly walked towards the bath.

His gaze fell upon the pool of spring water, a hint of bewilderment in his eyes.

His mother was a princess of the Northern Xian Kingdom. He had accompanied his mother to the Northern Xian Dynasty since he was a child, and his impression of the Northern Xian Dynasty was limited to rumors.

But he had never seen what the Northern String Dynasty actually looked like.

Now, I have this honor.

"Wow."

Suddenly, water splashed everywhere as the boy jumped into the bath, sending up a spray of water everywhere.

……

The Northern Xian Dynasty.

Inside the magnificent palace, on a high platform, two elderly men were chatting happily.

The man was dressed in fine brocade robes, his silver hair cascading down and covering his entire body.

His features were exquisitely perfect, with a sculpted profile. A faint smile played on his thin lips, as if all the gloom had vanished under his smile, leaving only sunshine to illuminate every inch of the earth.

"Your Majesty," Yang Ling rushed over and reported with his hands clasped, "I have discovered Princess Muya's whereabouts and am now planning to go and find her."

"Oh?" The man raised an indifferent lip. "Princess Muya is indeed in the Southern Dynasty. She is still alive."

Muya?

Yang Ling was stunned.

He and Muya first met at a banquet.

At that time, Mu Ya was just a child. Despite her petite size, she dared to steal the national treasure sword of the Beixian Dynasty, almost causing the Beixian Dynasty to suffer a catastrophic disaster.

He remembered that day; she was accompanied by a man in a black robe.

Although the man in black robes concealed his face, his strength was terrifying; even the king could not do anything to him.

Back then, the king of the Northern String Dynasty sent tens of thousands of soldiers to surround the Mu family. Even the emperor could not do anything about it, but he still stood in front of the Mu family.