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

However, he could never figure it out and could only remain inactive.

Suddenly, a familiar voice came from outside the door, accompanied by a knock, which made Yang Ling look up.

"Yang Ling, my parents need to see you. Come out with me now!"

A moment later, the door was pushed open, and a woman in red appeared in Yang Ling's sight.

Her brows were full of arrogance, as if she didn't recognize Yang Ling, her brother, at all.

Upon seeing the girl, Yang Ling frowned and asked coldly, "What is it?"

"Come with me, your parents have something to tell you."

Yang Xue'er waved her hand behind her and said arrogantly, "Hurry up and come with me. Don't dawdle and waste my time."

Yang Ling's expression was indifferent. He stood up, strode after Yang Xue'er, and walked into the courtyard.

His steps were slow and unhurried.

"Xue'er, what do you want from me?"

Yang Xueer stopped and turned to look at the handsome man beside her.

"I heard you're getting married?"

Yang Ling was taken aback and looked at Yang Xue'er in surprise: "Yes."

“But that woman is not worthy of being your wife,” Yang Xue’er pursed her lips. “You are siblings, how can she be worthy of you?”

Yang Ling's expression grew even colder, a hint of disgust flashing in her eyes.

"I have made up my mind about this matter. Even if my father disagrees, I will follow my own will."

"Yang Ling, I will not agree to this!" Yang Xue'er's eyes stung with tears, her fingers gripping the hem of her skirt tightly. "I will never allow you to marry Feng Ruqing, otherwise, I would rather die!"

boom!

She smashed the teacup on the table with force.

The teacup fell at Yang Ling's feet, shards flying everywhere, tea spilling out and soaking his shoes embroidered with delicate cloud patterns.

Yang Ling remained expressionless, her gaze fixed on the tea at her toes.

"I have said it before, I will marry no one but her in this life."

Yang Xue'er bit her lip, tears welling up in her eyes, and said with a wronged expression, "I only hope that you will treat me as an ordinary friend. As for the rest... I don't ask for anything else, and you don't need to worry about my feelings."

Yang Ling remained silent.

This feeling is more painful than killing him.

“Yang Ling…” Yang Xue’er’s voice choked with sobs, tears streaming down her pale cheeks. “I am sincere towards you, and you know that very well.”

"You should know that our two families do not get along well. If you marry Feng Ruqing, it will inevitably lead to war in the future. You should give up."

Yang Ling lowered her eyes, concealing the sadness in them.

"Xue'er, this time, you have misunderstood Qingqing. She is a military doctor who has saved too many lives, and she has never had any ill intentions towards anyone."

There was no one else by her side except for Xiao Ling'er, and Yang Xue'er should understand this.

Yang Xue'er was stunned, staring blankly at Yang Ling: "But..."

"She is not vain, yet she was willing to marry me, which is enough to prove that I am worthy of her trust."

"..."

Yang Xue'er clenched her fists, a ferocious look flashing across her face.

She took a deep breath to calm herself down, then asked with a light laugh, "Since you're so insistent, who do you plan to marry? You should at least have some idea, right?"

Yang Ling remained silent for a long time before saying, "Xue'er, I love you. If you marry me, I will marry you!"

Yang Xue'er was stunned and couldn't come to her senses for a long time.

Does Yang Ling like her?

Do not!

She doesn't believe it!

How could he possibly like her? What does she have that compares to Feng Ruqing?

She was a woman of exceptional beauty, gentle and virtuous, and well-mannered, making her the object of every young man's dreams in the Great Liang Kingdom.

But Yang Ling chose Feng Ruqing, whom she hated the most?

"Yang Ling!" Yang Xue'er suddenly drew her longsword. "I'm putting my words here today: if you dare to take a concubine, I will kill your favorite woman first!"

Her face was contorted in rage, her eyes bloodshot, and she appeared completely out of control.

Yang Ling frowned slightly: "Xue'er, are you crazy? You want to kill her?"

"Hmph!" Yang Xue'er sneered. "I wish I could kill her, but I can't bear to kill you, so I can only have someone else do it! Yang Ling, remember this: what belongs to me, Yang Xue'er, no one can take away, including your life!"

Yang Ling fell silent. After a long while, he sighed and said, "Xue'er, give up. She's not right for you."

"Hahaha!"

Yang Xue'er threw her head back and laughed wildly three times, her sarcastic gaze fixed on Yang Ling.

"I know you like her, so you don't want to get close to her because you're afraid of hurting her! But you've forgotten that she's Feng Ruqing. She killed your mother and almost killed you! And yet you still can't forget her?"

Yang Ling's expression gradually changed, her dark eyes turning cold and deep: "I will not forget."

Yang Xue'er scoffed: "Unfortunately, you'll never forget that Feng Ruqing is a princess of my Great Liang Kingdom, and she even has a blood feud with you for killing your mother. You can forget about marrying her, and you'll never even be able to see her!"

Yang Xue'er raised her head and laughed mockingly.

"Yang Ling, I advise you to give up on this idea!"

She lifted the hem of her dress and slowly walked away.

"Yang Xueer!"

Yang Ling's voice was filled with anger: "If you remain obstinate, don't blame me for turning ruthless!"

"You've turned your back on me so ruthlessly?" Yang Xue'er stopped in her tracks, turned around, and smiled mockingly. "What right do you have to threaten me? You are the legitimate son of the Yang family, and I am just a concubine's daughter! What gives you the right to turn your back on me so ruthlessly?"

Rumble!

In the sky, lightning flashed and deafening thunder roared throughout the entire sky.

Yang Xue'er turned pale with fright, quickly covered her ears, and angrily turned to glare at Yang Ling.

"you……"

Yang Ling coldly withdrew her gaze and continued walking forward.

His steps were firm and unwavering.

At this moment, Yang Ling seemed like a completely different person, radiating an icy chill.

"Yang Ling!"

Yang Xue'er's face turned deathly pale as she cried out, trembling.

Unfortunately, this time, Yang Ling ignored her and walked past her, heading towards the other end of the mansion.

Yang Xue'er stared blankly at the man's back, her delicate body stiff.

In her mind, the image of Yang Ling taking such good care of her flashed through her mind.

Yang Ling seems like a completely different person now.

"Second sister, why are you standing here and not moving?"

Yang Yu had somehow walked up to Yang Xue'er's side and asked in confusion.

Yang Xueer came to her senses and forced a smile.

"It's nothing, Yu'er. Did you two have a fight just now?"

“Oh,” Yang Yu scratched his head, “Your second brother-in-law refuses to marry you, probably because he was deceived by your second sister. I know my second sister better than anyone, she would never bully anyone.”

Yang Xueer smiled bitterly.

She didn't want to be bullied, but unfortunately... Yang Ling didn't appreciate her efforts at all.

“Let’s go,” Yang Xue’er said, taking Yang Yu’s hand. “Yu’er, I’ll take you to see your father. He’s almost recovered.”

Yang Yu was startled and overjoyed: "Really?"