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

"You go down first."

The man waved his hand.

"Yes, King."

Yang Ling bowed and withdrew, her gaze remaining solemn.

What exactly happened between Wang and Muya?

……

Feng Rushuang chased Qin Chen for a whole month, but still couldn't find any trace of him; it was as if he had vanished into thin air.

She knew it was all Yunluo's fault.

If Yunluo hadn't hidden him away, he would have died by her sword long ago.

"Wind Maiden".

The guard knelt respectfully beside Feng Rushuang.

Feng Rushuang snorted coldly and walked forward with a flick of her sleeve.

Her gaze swept around, and suddenly, she spotted a shady spot.

A man in a blue shirt sat under the shade of a tree.

The man was dressed in a plain white robe, clean and refreshing, with a handsome face as if sculpted from jade.

He held a book in his hand and read the words on the pages carefully.

His posture was leisurely and unhurried, as if this were not the capital of the Northern String Dynasty, but just an ordinary village.

"Who are you?" Feng Rushuang frowned, staring warily at the man in the blue robe.

The man ignored her.

Feng Rushuang became even angrier. She drew her longsword and pointed it at the man.

"If you don't answer me, don't blame me for being impolite!"

A slight smile curved the corners of the man's lips.

That smile was stunningly beautiful, yet chillingly cold.

Feng Rushuang's heart trembled. The man exuded a dangerous aura, causing her to involuntarily take a few steps back.

The man put down the book in his hand and looked up.

In an instant, his face was reflected in Feng Rushuang's pupils.

This is a face that can bewitch all beings, bewitching and seductive, teeming with demons and monsters.

His eyes were dark, like the brightest star in the night sky.

Her skin was pale, but flawless, which made her captivating peach blossom eyes even more alluring.

Feng Rushuang froze, her throat dry, and she nervously swallowed: "What...what's your name?"

The man gave her a cold look.

Startled, Feng Rushuang hurriedly withdrew her sword, took two steps back in a panic, and blushed.

The man lowered his eyelashes and continued flipping through the book, as if he hadn't taken Feng Rushuang's actions seriously.

Feng Rushuang gritted her teeth and cursed inwardly as a vixen.

With such beauty, she actually came to work as a guard; she's clearly trying to seduce men.

"This is the Yang family's territory. No one is allowed to enter! Get out of here right now!"

Feng Rushuang glared at Qin Chen, her tone resentful, her head held high, exuding arrogance.

Qin Chen finally took his eyes off the book and looked at Feng Rushuang. He gently stroked the book and smiled faintly, "Yang Ling is not in the manor."

"What?" Feng Rushuang frowned. "What nonsense are you spouting? How could my brother not be in the manor?"

Qin Chen smiled but offered no explanation.

He had no interest in telling anyone these things.

Moreover... Feng Rushuang has no right to know.

"Our king said to send you out."

"Give it to me?" Feng Rushuang's eyes widened in surprise.

Could it be... that the king of the Northern String Dynasty also has feelings for her?

"The King said he doesn't like people who don't know the rules staying in the palace, so please leave immediately, Miss Feng, so as not to disturb the King's rest."

“You…” Feng Rushuang clenched her fists and glared fiercely at Qin Chen. “Since that’s the case, I’ll leave.”

After saying that, she turned and left.

Watching the woman's departing figure, the man closed the book again and placed it on the table.

……

"boom!"

As soon as Feng Rushuang stepped into the room, she suddenly fell to the ground, wincing in pain.

"Who dares to push me?"

She stood up and glared menacingly behind her.

But when her gaze fell upon the person standing outside the door, her expression froze.

"father?"

At that moment, Feng Rushuang's tears flowed down her cheeks; she was so aggrieved that she almost cried.

"Shuang'er, what's wrong?" Feng Wu asked with concern. "Did some idiot bully you? Tell your father, and I'll teach him a lesson for you."

"Woooo ...

Feng Rushuang threw herself into Feng Wu's arms and burst into tears, her tears and snot covering Feng Wu completely.

"Did His Highness the Crown Prince bully you again?"

Feng Wu was instantly enraged. His face flushed red, and he shouted angrily, "I had long heard that the Crown Prince was cruel and ruthless, but I never expected him to be so cruel as to lay a hand on a woman!"

"Waaah," Feng Rushuang sobbed, "He even kidnapped my brother and threatened me. If I don't do what he orders, my brother will definitely die!"

"What?!" Feng Wu's face turned ashen, his anger blazing. "The Crown Prince truly deserves to die!"

"Father, you must save me! I don't want to marry the second prince of the Northern Xian Dynasty. That bastard is not good enough for me!"

She is, after all, the daughter of the Feng family. How could she just marry into the royal family of the Beixian Dynasty?

Feng Wu remained silent for a long time, then suddenly revealed a cunning smile.

"Shuang'er, now that the Crown Prince has his eye on you, then marry him! As long as he can protect your brother, sacrificing yourself is better than sacrificing the entire Feng family."

Feng Rushuang was stunned.

How could her father agree to let her marry a fool?

"Father, he really can't do it."

Feng Wu angrily rebuked, "What use is that kind of trash? If you marry him, at least you can save your life and help the Feng family!"

Feng Rushuang was stunned.

She never expected that her father would be willing to sacrifice her to protect the Feng family.

A wave of bitterness washed over her, and her heart was filled with sorrow.

"Shuang'er," Feng Wu said earnestly when he saw that Feng Rushuang remained silent, "You are the only bloodline of the Feng family. Your mother and I raised you with great care and hardship, hoping that you would be the best for us. You cannot ruin the future of the Feng family because of your own selfish desires."

Feng Rushuang lowered her eyes, her lips slightly pursed.

"Okay, I'll listen to you and marry the Crown Prince."

Feng Wu sighed with relief: "My dear daughter, don't worry, I will definitely find a way to save your brother."

“Thank you, Father,” Feng Rushuang looked up, her smile sweet. “Actually, the Crown Prince is quite good too. After all, he is handsome, of noble birth, and deeply loves me. I am willing to compromise and marry him, but…”

Feng Wu breathed a sigh of relief; his precious daughter had finally come to her senses.

Just as he was about to praise Feng Rushuang, her smile gradually froze, as if she had thought of something extremely painful, and her face turned pale.

"But I'm afraid... I'm afraid that if I marry him, he'll become even worse and hurt my brother, and he might not even spare me. Dad, can you save my brother?"

Feng Wu paused for a moment, then patted his chest and said, "Shuang'er, don't worry, leave this to your father. Go back and wait for my news."

Feng Rushuang hesitated for a moment, then nodded: "Yes, I will listen to Father. I will do whatever Father asks me to do."

After saying that, Feng Rushuang turned and walked hurriedly out of the courtyard.

"Shuang'er." Seeing Feng Rushuang in such a state, Feng Wu felt extremely guilty. "Shuang'er, I know you are very wronged, but there is no other way now. I can only make you suffer for the time being. After you marry into the royal family, I will let you return to the Feng family."