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

Feng Rushuang paused slightly, but did not stop, and left on her own.

……

Outside the secluded cottage, Yang Ling lay languidly in her wheelchair, her gaze fixed on the window, a faint smile playing on her thin lips.

"Master!"

The old servant quickly walked to Yang Ling's side, respectfully cupped his fists and said, "Your Highness, I have already discovered that the Feng family sent four assassins to Liangzhou last night."

"Hmm," Yang Ling replied casually.

He had long anticipated that the Feng family would become such fools.

“However,” the old servant paused, then continued, “according to my investigation, the four assassins last night were connected to that young master from yesterday. Perhaps he was the one who provided the Feng family with the intelligence!”

"Oh?" Yang Ling raised an eyebrow and slowly sat up straight. "This young master is quite clever."

The old servant felt ashamed.

clever?

Those four assassins were sent by the princess, and the scheme against Feng Rushuang was also the princess's idea.

As a result, the Feng family was actually grateful to him...

Are all the people in the Feng family brainless?

"By the way," Yang Ling narrowed her eyes, "how is the Crown Prince doing lately?"

"Your Highness, the Crown Prince has been in a terrible temper lately, indulging in drinking and revelry all day long, and living a life of debauchery." The old servant sighed and shook his head helplessly. "The Crown Prince is cruel by nature, and the people in the Feng family are all afraid of him. They usually dare not say a word."

Yang Ling sneered. That crown prince was indeed cruel! Otherwise, he wouldn't have forced a woman to marry him!

"Continue to monitor, but remember, don't alert them."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

The old servant accepted the order and withdrew.

Sunlight streamed down, casting dappled patterns on the ground through the gaps in the leaves.

Yang Ling gazed quietly at the distant scenery, his eyes deep and dark, like an ancient well, without waves or ripples.

After a long while, he slowly got up and walked towards the door.

"Son."

The guard, standing beside Yang Ling, bowed and said, "The princess has agreed to the marriage."

"I see."

Yang Ling gently stroked his chin, a slight smile playing on his lips. His smile was breathtaking, captivating all who beheld him.

"Buy her whatever she likes."

The guard looked at Yang Ling in astonishment.

Over the years, the prince has never spent money like this before, all to please the princess. No wonder the princess is so devoted to the prince.

"Furthermore," Yang Ling turned to the guards, "pass down the order that from now on, everything Feng Rushuang needs will be provided by us personally, and no one is allowed to interfere unless she actively seeks it out from us!"

The guards looked bewildered. When did the prince become so agreeable? Not only was he allowing the princess to marry into the Dongyue Royal Court, but he was also personally preparing her dowry.

When did their prince become so considerate?

"And another thing," Yang Ling glanced at the guard indifferently, "I told you not to talk about her behind her back, didn't you take my words to heart?"

The guard trembled and hurriedly knelt down: "Your subordinate obeys. Your subordinate will never speak ill of the princess behind her back."

The prince's affection for the princess is obvious to all.

Who would dare disobey his orders?

"Ah."

Yang Ling nodded in satisfaction: "There's one more thing."

"Your Majesty, please give your orders."

"I want to go see those two puppies."

The guard's lips twitched: "Your Highness, they're kept in cages and can't be seen by people..."

"Get off!"

The prince's authority was inviolable, and the guard trembled in fear, quickly retreating.

As soon as he stepped into the courtyard, a gust of wind swept by, instantly flipping up his clothes. Startled, he quickly jumped back a few steps, narrowly avoiding the oncoming wind.

"Your Highness... what brings you here?"

"Has Feng Rushuang returned?"

The man's voice was sinister, as if it came from hell, which frightened the guard so much that he fell to the ground.

"I don't know."

"Heh!" The man chuckled coldly, his gaze icy. "Don't know? You don't know, yet you dare to stop me?"

The guard had a long face; how could he have guessed that the prince would launch a surprise attack?

Just as he was about to explain, a cold glint flashed across the sky, and with a bang, a sword pierced the ground, scattering sparks.

The guard shuddered violently and immediately knelt on the ground.

"If you don't move aside, I won't hesitate to kill you with my sword!" Yang Ling's expression was cold.

The guard was so frightened that his face turned pale and fine beads of cold sweat appeared on his forehead.

Your Highness is serious.

If you anger him, the prince will really take his sword and kill him!

But the prince wouldn't allow anyone to go in and disturb the princess, and he dared not make decisions on his own!

"Your Majesty..."

"If you don't move aside, I'll kill you!"

A murderous glint appeared in Yang Ling's eyes.

The guard trembled with fear. He gritted his teeth and said defiantly, "Your Highness, I cannot let you in."

Wow!

Yang Ling drew his sword, the tip pointing at the guard's neck, his voice cold and devoid of warmth: "You think you can stop me?"

“Your Highness,” the guard said with a bitter face, “please bear with it. We cannot disobey the Princess’s orders. If you force your way in, it will surely incur the Princess’s displeasure.”

Yang Ling frowned, toying with the sword in his hand: "Then what should we do? I want to be alone with Shuang'er."

The guard's lips twitched; he had never seen the prince with such an expression before.

“Your Highness,” the guard hesitated for a moment, “you can stand in front of the door. Since you are husband and wife, they will not refuse you.”

“Alright,” Yang Ling stroked his chin, “we’ll do as you say and go to Shuang’er’s boudoir.”

After saying this, he leaped away and disappeared into the morning mist.

As dawn broke, golden light bathed the entire palace.

Feng Mansion.

The maids carried the washing water into the room and gently pushed open the door.

Inside the room, the girl lay on the edge of the bed, seemingly asleep but not quite, her beautiful hair falling down, obscuring her delicate face, making her appear peaceful and serene.

Suddenly, Feng Rushuang opened her eyes, and in an instant, a sharp light shot towards the doorway.

The maids stopped abruptly, staring blankly at that handsome and refined face, completely forgetting to react.

"What are you doing?" Feng Rushuang frowned.

The maids were startled and quickly placed the washing water on the table.

“Princess,” the maid bowed respectfully, “today is your wedding day with the Third Prince. This servant will assist you in washing and changing your clothes.”

Feng Rushuang paused slightly, then resumed her original posture without uttering a sound.

The maids dared not make any move, and waited until Feng Rushuang had washed up before changing her into her wedding dress.

This is a long red dress, with peach blossoms embroidered on the hem, making it extremely bright and eye-catching.

She was already fair-skinned and beautiful, and with this elaborate attire, even her delicate face looked more charming than usual.

"Shuang'er, you are so beautiful." Yang Ling smiled slightly.

He reached out and took Feng Rushuang's hand, his eyes filled with tenderness.

Feng Rushuang pursed her lips: "If you want to marry me, you must cure my mother! Otherwise, I will not marry you."