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

"Okay, I will definitely cure her."

Feng Rushuang's cheeks flushed slightly, and she lowered her head shyly.

Yang Ling took her hand and walked out of the room. As they passed the guards, he paused and asked, "I heard that Nanxian is injured?"

The guard was taken aback and looked up at Yang Ling in surprise.

When did Your Highness become concerned about matters concerning the Prince Chen's residence? Could it be that the Princess Consort told Your Highness?

"Your Highness, last night Prince Chen took Miss Feng out for a walk on the lake and they encountered some thugs. Fortunately, a benefactor came to their rescue, protecting not only Miss Feng but also Your Highness."

Yang Ling frowned slightly: "I don't care about any of that. I just want to know how she is now?"

The guard wiped the sweat from his forehead: "Prince Chen suffered severe internal injuries and is said to be unconscious. Miss Feng was also frightened."

"Humph!"

Yang Ling snorted coldly. This Nanxian actually dared to take advantage of the situation!

That idiot Feng Ruqing actually managed to fall for Nanxian; I really don't understand why she's so blind.

"You continue to monitor Feng Ruqing. If anything changes, report back immediately."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Yang Ling remained silent for a long time, his heart still heavy, and he left in frustration.

Only after the man's figure disappeared into the distance did the guard breathe a sigh of relief. He wiped the sweat from his forehead.

"The prince's temper has become increasingly volatile lately. Every time he comes to see Miss Feng, he causes a huge fight, and Miss Feng just happens to enjoy arguing with him."

One of the guards sighed, his tone quite melancholy.

“What do you know? This is called being affectionate,” another guard gave him a disdainful look. “Didn’t you see that Miss Feng is already pregnant? The prince must be worried that Miss Feng will encounter danger during childbirth, which is why he is so concerned.”

"..."

The guards remained silent.

Why does he feel... that the prince is jealous of Prince Chen?

Jealous that he stole the princess?

Impossible. The prince would never admit to such a thing.

"By the way, did His Highness mention earlier that the Princess Consort is pregnant?"

"Yes, I heard it with my own ears. The prince was overjoyed and didn't sleep all night, because he was afraid that the princess might be in danger when she gave birth."

"Tsk tsk, this princess is so lucky to have married the prince."

The guards were filled with envy, wishing they could replace Feng Ruqing as the princess.

But who could blame them when the princess was their mistress? It was only natural for the prince to dote on her.

……

Yang family.

General Yang had just sat down to drink tea when the steward rushed in.

"The prince has returned to his residence."

General Yang almost spat out his water, coughing a few times as he did so.

"That bastard, why is he back here instead of staying in his palace?"

The butler smiled awkwardly: "His Highness said that the Princess needs to rest and is not suitable to receive guests. His Highness instructed that the young prince accompany the princess."

General Yang turned his gaze to the well-behaved little boy beside him, and his lips twitched twice.

That brat is as domineering as ever!

"Where's the princess?"

"The princess has just fallen asleep, and the prince specifically instructed that she should not be disturbed."

General Yang narrowed his eyes: "I remember you secretly visited the princess a while ago. Now that you've returned, you've even forgotten about her?"

"The prince said that the princess is not feeling well."

He didn't believe that.

"Never mind, the boy knows what he's doing. I'll ask the princess about it when they get back and see what's wrong with her." General Yang waved his hand and sighed helplessly.

Wangfu.

Yang Ling pushed open the door and entered. As soon as she stepped into the room, she saw Feng Ruqing lying on the bed.

The woman had her eyes closed, her long hair cascading down, highlighting her stunning beauty, as if she were untouched by worldly affairs.

Yang Ling was stunned, staring blankly at the sleeping Feng Ruqing.

For some reason, he always had a strange feeling whenever he saw this woman, especially after hearing that she was not feeling well, which made him even more nervous.

"Yang Ling, you're back?"

Suddenly, the woman opened her eyes and gazed at the boy standing at the door with a smile.

The sunlight shone on the boy's handsome and refined face, as if gilding him with a golden glow, dazzling and eye-catching.

Yang Ling smiled slightly and slowly approached the woman.

"I just heard from the maid that you are sick?"

Feng Ruqing reached out and grabbed Yang Ling's arm, shaking it twice: "Are you tired from going out today? You don't need to work too hard. After all, you are a leisurely prince, and there is no need for you to work hard to earn money to support your family."

"Qing'er..." Yang Ling's throat was dry, "What...what did you just call me?"

"Hmm?" Feng Ruqing tilted her head and looked at Yang Ling with a smile. "I'm calling you Yang Ling."

Yang Ling pursed her lips: "Did I hear that right?"

“I said, I’ll call you Yang Ling.”

Yang Ling took a deep breath: "Have you... regained your memories?"

Feng Ruqing's pupils suddenly contracted.

Her expression was subtle, but it was enough for Yang Ling to confirm that she had indeed regained all her memories, that is, the Feng Ruqing she once was.

Yang Ling's heart pounded wildly. He wrapped his arms tightly around Feng Ruqing's waist, pulling her into a close embrace, and tears of emotion streamed down his face.

"Qing'er, I have finally found you."

Feng Ruqing stared blankly at Yang Ling for a long time before finally revealing a bright smile.

She reached out and touched Yang Ling's head, smiling gently and beautifully.

"Yang Ling, you've lost weight."

"Qing'er, am I dreaming?"

Feng Ruqing raised an eyebrow: "Try pinching yourself."

"Oh."

Yang Ling raised his hand and pinched his thigh hard, causing him to gasp in pain.

"Ouch, that really hurts."

Feng Ruqing chuckled, then gently patted Yang Ling's head, her eyes filled with tenderness.

"Yang Ling, are you scared out of your wits? Don't worry, you're not dreaming. I'm back, and from now on, no one will be able to bully me."

"Ah."

Yang Ling clenched her fists, her gaze resolute.

Yes, with her around, who would dare to touch her?

“Qing’er,” a hint of sadness flashed across Yang Ling’s eyes, “you’ve had a tough time all these years.”

If it weren't for her, he wouldn't have ended up in such a state.

Feng Ruqing was taken aback, then gently stroked Yang Ling's sleeve.

"No, you are the one who should say it's hard work. It's me who has dragged you down."

"Don't say that. I'm willing to stay and take care of you," Yang Ling said, her face flushed. "Besides, Father said that if you don't want to marry Prince Chen, he can help you break off the engagement. Anyway, girls from our Yang family don't have to worry about getting married."

Feng Ruqing's expression froze.

She lowered her eyes, pondered for a long time, and then slowly spoke.

“I am already engaged to Prince Chen, and I will not break off the engagement, so you don’t need to worry.”

Yang Ling gritted her teeth: "Don't you hate him?"

“I don’t dislike it,” Feng Ruqing shrugged. “My relationship with Prince Chen is rather delicate; we just torment each other.”

"..."

Yang Ling remained silent.

He couldn't get a word in edgewise about this matter.