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

She looked up blankly and saw a handsome, wicked face.

"You..." Yang Yu's heart pounded, and she looked up in a fluster. "Thank you."

"hehe."

The man chuckled twice, his laughter carrying a hint of roguishness.

He released his grip and looked down at Yang Yu: "Miss Yang, although I don't know what happened, Prince Yang is now Miss Feng's man, so please don't touch him casually."

The implication is that if Yang Yu wants to seduce Yang Ling, she has to ask Feng Ruqing first.

This Wind Maiden has an eccentric personality and is unapproachable; even the slightest transgression will anger her.

Therefore, he had to give a warning in advance.

"You..." Yang Yu stared blankly at the man, "What's your name?"

The man gently stroked his chin: "My name is... Ah Chen."

"Ah Chen?" Yang Yu was taken aback for a moment, then smiled and said, "I'll remember you."

The man raised an eyebrow, his gaze sweeping over Yang Ling with a playful look.

This little girl seems to be interested in him?

"Ah Chen, let's go!"

Yang Ling pulled on the reins, leaped onto the horse's back, spurred the horse, and galloped away.

……

Inside a private room of a restaurant by the street.

A woman in a red dress sat on a soft couch, her slender fingers picking up a teacup from the table and taking a small sip.

“Your Highness,” a deep, husky voice came from the side, “you don’t need to worry, I will send guards to protect you.”

"Hmm?" Feng Ruqing smiled slightly, "I've heard that what you hate most is trouble?"

"That's still better than you abandoning me and running away."

The young man leaned lazily against the soft couch, tilted his head back and took a sip of strong liquor, a smile playing on his lips: "Don't you think the Yang family is quite interesting?"

The Yang family, the family she hated.

She hated them, she hated them to the core!

I still prefer a peaceful life.

"Ha!" the young man sneered. "Our Fengyun Prefecture is the most suitable place to live in anonymity."

Feng Ruqing put down her teacup and turned to gaze out the window.

The sunlight shone on her beautiful and refined face, and for a moment, she seemed to see that scene from more than three hundred years ago.

The Emperor and Empress Dowager were deeply in love, and she nestled obediently in her father's arms, looking up at the respectful couple.

Back then, her father doted on her so much that he tolerated all her willfulness.

But a sudden commotion startled her awake. When she opened her eyes, she saw the court officials arguing incessantly about the emperor and empress.

"Your Majesty, are you truly determined to marry Feng Ruqing?"

"This marriage is no joke. Feng Ruqing has not only committed murder and arson, but also had affairs with other men. If you really marry her, where will the face of the entire royal family be?"

The emperor gazed indifferently at the group of impassioned civil officials, his eyes gradually turning cold.

"Who I choose to marry is none of your business."

The civil officials were stunned, clearly not expecting the emperor to say such a thing. Their faces turned ashen, and they gritted their teeth, saying stiffly, "Your Majesty, even though Feng Ruqing has made a mistake, she has also saved the Crown Prince. You cannot make such a hasty decision!"

"She saved the Crown Prince?" The Emperor narrowed his eyes. "The Crown Prince was unconscious; how could she have saved him? I don't believe she has such medical skills!"

"Your Majesty..." The civil official paused, then continued, "The Crown Prince was indeed bewitched by Feng Ruqing, which is why he mistakenly took the poison. Now she has promised that as long as she can cure the Crown Prince, she will marry him. This is our only chance!"

"Insolence!" The emperor slammed his fist on the table and roared.

"Your Majesty," the civil official said, unfazed by the emperor's wrath, clasping his hands in a righteous manner, "Do you really want to see more concubines die in the palace, and the crown prince's life hanging by a thread? If this continues, the people will likely be filled with resentment. Your Majesty, we must make plans for this matter as soon as possible!"

Upon hearing this, all the civil officials knelt down.

"Your Majesty, we implore you to withdraw the imperial edict!"

The emperor was so angry that he trembled all over.

These old bastards actually dared to threaten him!

"Your Majesty..." the head guard called out hesitantly.

"Get out!"

The emperor flicked his sleeve and said angrily.

"Yes, Your Majesty."

The head guard acknowledged the order and withdrew. Before leaving, he gave the kneeling civil official a long, deep look.

His eyes were filled with mockery.

With this bunch of good-for-nothings, they think they can stop His Majesty from marrying the princess? What a pipe dream!

"His Majesty!"

All the civil officials knelt down once again.

"Your Majesty, we implore you to reconsider, otherwise the people of the world will lose heart."

The emperor trembled with rage: "Yang Ling is my son. His life's most important matter is for me to decide. What right do you have to interfere? Guards, drag these people away!"

His tone was chilling.

Ignoring the cries and wails of the crowd, he turned and left.

Yang family?

He seems to have forgotten about this family!

If these people dare to pressure A-Ling again, he will eliminate them all as well!

……

Yang Mansion.

In the courtyard, Yang Xueer sat in the pavilion, sipping tea. Her features were gentle, and she was stunningly beautiful.

Suddenly, a series of hurried footsteps sounded, and a guard rushed into the pavilion, bowing and reporting, "Miss, Miss, we just received news that the Prince Consort has returned to the Yang family."

boom!

Yang Xue'er's mind went blank, and her whole body froze on the spot.

After a long while, she slowly turned around, a bitter smile on her face.

"Are you telling the truth?"

“Absolutely true, Miss.”

The guards lowered their heads.

Yang Xueer stared blankly at the lotus flowers in the lake, her heart clenching painfully.

She thought she would never see Yang Ling again in her life.

Because, over the years, he has never stepped into the Yang family home, and even though she tried every means to find him, she could not change his mind.

Perhaps this time, it's her chance.

After all, she wasn't the kind of shameless woman; she just wanted to marry the man she loved.

Yang Xueer closed her eyes.

She didn't want to hurt Yang Ling, but for his sake, she was willing to bear a bad reputation.

"Miss, this servant will go and fetch the Second Miss." The maid, Xiao Lan, hesitated for a moment before asking.

Yang Xue'er shook her head: "You may leave now."

"Yes, ma'am."

Xiao Lan responded and left.

Yang Xue'er stood up, walked to the bronze mirror, and looked at her charming face reflected in the mirror, a smile curving her lips.

"Feng Ruqing, this time, I will not lose to you."

She took out the rouge and powder from her dressing case and applied them to her skin.

Her fair and smooth skin seemed delicate and flawless, radiant and captivating.

After a long while, Yang Xue'er stopped what she was doing, slowly stretched out her hand, gently stroked her face, and smiled tenderly.

"Feng Ruqing, your existence is destined to block my path. Since we are destined to be apart, I am determined to have this marriage."

……

Princess House.

Yang Ling sat on the stone chair, his brows slightly furrowed, his fingers gently rubbing his brow.

He had a feeling that a conspiracy was brewing in recent days.