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

"You just said you wouldn't make Prince Bei Mo take responsibility?"

"Ah."

Yang Ling breathed a sigh of relief: "Then let's go out quickly, lest Father Emperor wait too long."

Feng Ruqing shrugged. She really didn't want to waste any more time, so she hurriedly followed behind Yang Ling.

Yang Lin stood at the door, watching the two figures leave, looking somewhat dazed.

In his memory, his daughter was spoiled and willful since childhood, but since she met that girl, she seemed to have become a different person.

She was not only not arrogant or domineering, but also gentle and sensible, making her all the more endearing.

……

Huangcheng Street.

A luxurious carriage stopped at the teahouse.

The man, dressed in red, leaned lazily against the back of his chair, his handsome face devilish and his gaze wicked.

The guard beside him respectfully reported the latest information he had gathered, then turned his gaze to the man's peerless face: "Your Highness, Feng Ruqing has agreed to go to the Northern Mo Dynasty, but..."

The man smiled faintly, his voice languid and pleasant.

"Just what?"

"Feng Ruqing wanted to go to the Bei Mo Dynasty with Yang Lin, but His Majesty refused. After all, Yang Ling's identity was rather awkward, and it was not appropriate to take him along, otherwise it would arouse suspicion from the other two countries."

“Oh,” the man replied casually, raising his hand to rub his temples. “Then let her be. If she wants to go, let her go. It just so happens that I also need to go to the Northern Mo Dynasty.”

The guard was stunned and looked up at the man in astonishment.

What did he just hear?

“Oh, right,” Feng Xun suddenly remembered something and looked up at the guard, “Does the Bei Mo Dynasty have any herbal medicine shops?”

"A herbal medicine shop?" The guard was taken aback. "We have one in our Spirit Beast Forest. What kind of herbs does Your Highness need?"

"No need, just tell me the address."

The guard nodded, wrote the address on a slip of paper, and handed it to Feng Ruqing.

"What we need to prepare is very simple: a change of clothes, some dry food, and water."

"it is good."

Feng Ruqing took the note, turned to look at Yang Ling, and smiled: "Let's go."

"Wait a moment."

Yang Ling stopped in her tracks and turned to gaze at the young man's stunningly beautiful and aloof face.

"what happened?"

Yang Ling gave a wry smile: "Ah Qing, the Northern Mo Dynasty and the Southern Xian Dynasty are very far apart. If we go there, I'm afraid..."

"I don't care!" Feng Ruqing said through gritted teeth. "I will never give up on Achen. If you try to stop me, don't blame me for being impolite!"

She glared at Yang Ling fiercely, then turned and left.

Yang Ling opened her mouth, but couldn't say anything.

His eyes gradually stung, his nose felt dry and sore, and the veins on his tightly clenched fists bulged.

Feng Ruqing, are you really not going to reconsider? The Northern Mo Dynasty is not a place a girl should go!

……

When Yang Yu walked out of the palace, he saw a group of people gathered together, discussing the matter.

"Have you heard? Feng Ruqing, the second princess of Feng Kingdom, is going to the Bei Mo Dynasty for a marriage alliance. This is a very important matter!"

"Yes, the second princess of Feng Kingdom is as beautiful as a fairy, and the seventh prince of Bei Mo Dynasty is an unparalleled handsome man. I wonder who will be able to marry such a beauty this time."

I had long heard of Feng Ruqing, the second princess of Feng Kingdom.

It is said that Feng Ruqing is a direct descendant of the royal family of Feng Kingdom. Her mother was a concubine of Feng Kingdom. Because she was favored, she was arrogant and domineering from a young age.

But she was exceptionally beautiful, and every move she made could attract everyone's attention.

However, Feng Ruqing had a terrible temper. Relying on the unparalleled strength of the Feng Kingdom, she was arrogant and domineering, and acted lawlessly in the country. Countless noble ladies had been bullied by her.

Unfortunately, she was deeply loved by His Majesty, and no matter how many wrong things Feng Ruqing did, His Majesty always protected her.

Yang Yu sighed softly. Feng Ruqing's temper was indeed not very good, but her talent was undeniable.

If it weren't for the fact that Feng Ruqing's mother had saved His Majesty, perhaps His Majesty would have already revoked her right to succession.

Even so, the old ministers of Feng Kingdom were still unwilling to hand her over.

After all, Feng Ruqing has grown to this point now. If she were to come back alive, she would surely become another menace!

"Second sister."

Just as Yang Ling was about to step into the crowd, he bumped into Yang Yu. He frowned slightly and called out to him.

"Ling'er," Yang Yu said, his face grim, "why are you with these people?"

"Who I'm with is none of your business," Yang Ling said impatiently.

Yang Yu clenched her fists angrily, her nails almost digging into her palms. She lowered her eyes, concealing the gloom in them.

"Ling'er, I know you like A-Qing, I don't mind, I will help you."

"I need your help?" Yang Ling scoffed. "It's already good enough that you're not making things worse; you actually want to help me pursue A-Qing?"

Yang Yu's face was pale: "I know you don't like me, but... I still hope you won't bother her."

"Hahaha!"

Yang Ling laughed in anger, shaking his head sarcastically: "Yang Yu, have you lost your mind? Or have you forgotten who you are? Do you think you're worthy of A Qing?"

Yang Yu pursed her lips and said nothing more, lowering her eyes to hide the pain in them.

“We’ll go ahead,” Yang Ling waved and took Feng Ruqing’s arm. “Aqing, let’s go.”

Feng Ruqing glanced at Yang Yu: "Okay."

Yang Ling was finally satisfied. With a bright smile on his lips, he took Feng Ruqing's hand and headed out of the mansion.

Only after the siblings had completely disappeared from the alleyway did Yang Yu slowly raise her head, gazing at the empty end of the alley, her heart aching as if it were being torn apart.

It turns out that Ah Ling wasn't completely indifferent to her; it was simply because of her status...

She's clearly not that kind of person, so why does she have to go through so much trouble to pretend?

"Miss Yang Yu, don't be sad," the maid hurriedly helped Yang Yu up and comforted her, "The young prince has been blinded by that vixen. He will understand in the future that only you can stay by his side and share his worries."

"You don't understand..." Yang Yu gave a bitter smile.

She wasn't unaware of the situation; she just didn't dare to try.

She's afraid of failure!

She was even more afraid of losing her younger brother.

Even if he only knew that woman for a brief moment...

Yang Yu closed her eyes, tears streaming down her face, soaking her clothes.

……

Outside the Yang residence.

A groom led a fine horse to a stop at the door.

Just as Yang Ling was about to step onto the carriage, he saw Yang Yu quickly walk over, stand behind him, and reach out to grab the reins.

"Ling'er, where are you going? I'll take you."

She was still unwilling to accept that despite her efforts, she still couldn't win him over.

Since Feng Ruqing doesn't want to marry the Seventh Prince, then she will marry him in her place!

"Get out of my way!" Yang Ling shoved Yang Yu away in disgust.

Yang Yu staggered back a few steps, almost falling to the ground, but luckily a strong arm caught her.