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

"Ah."

"Then wait for me, Second Sister."

Yang Xue'er smiled and ruffled the boy's fluffy head: "I'll go check on your father first, then I'll take you to play later."

……

Inside the hall, the old man sat in the head seat, a faint worry between his brows.

With a formidable enemy pressing in, the entire Great Liang Kingdom is gripped by fear and unease, and this old general is naturally filled with worry.

Just then, a woman in a white dress slowly walked across the threshold.

The old man looked up and glanced at her, his tone cold: "What are you doing here?"

“Grandpa, I’ve come to see Brother Ling,” Feng Ruqing said with a faint smile. “I want to say a few words to Brother Ling.”

Upon hearing this, the old man's lips twitched a few times.

Why did he feel that this girl had ill intentions?

"What do you want to say to Ling'er?"

"Oh, just chatting," Feng Ruqing said with a smile. "After all, Brother Ling has been with me all this time, so I should show some concern for him too."

Yang Xue'er pursed her lips: "Grandpa, please let her in. Perhaps she's just here to visit my father."

The old man frowned slightly, clearly displeased.

After all, it was this girl who killed Xue'er's mother back then. Xue'er could forgive her, but he couldn't!

Yang Ling noticed the old man's concerns and said calmly, "I do have something to discuss with Qing'er, Grandpa. I'll be back after I finish talking with Qing'er."

The old man couldn't bear to refuse his grandson's good intentions, so he waved his hand and said, "Go ahead."

Feng Ruqing smiled faintly and slowly walked into the house.

Inside the room, the man sat upright at the table, his handsome and refined face serene.

Feng Ruqing paused at the doorway, gazing at the man's back with a half-smile.

Yang Ling noticed someone approaching, turned his head, and in an instant, two familiar faces came into view.

The man's body stiffened suddenly, his hand gripping the teacup tightly. He lowered his eyes, concealing the strange look within them.

"Qing'er, what brings you here?"

Feng Ruqing blinked: "You don't want to see me?"

"Of course not," Yang Ling shook her head in a panic. "I just didn't want you to come. If you have anything to do, you can have a guard come and inform me. Even if I'm not in the capital, I will rush back immediately."

Feng Ruqing smiled gently as she walked towards the man and slowly extended her arm.

Yang Ling was slightly taken aback.

Her actions were too abrupt.

"Qing'er..."

"Let's hug."

Feng Ruqing's smile was bright and radiant. Sunlight streamed through the window into the room, illuminating her face as if she were enveloped in a holy glow.

Yang Ling's heart trembled a few times, his breathing became rapid, and he slowly closed his eyes.

A soft, yielding body crashed into his arms, its warmth sending shivers down his spine.

"Between us, we are just friends, nothing more," Feng Ruqing loosened her embrace. "You are my friend, and also a brother I have known for many years. I cherish this friendship with you, and I hope you will cherish it too."

Yang Ling lowered her eyes, concealing the disappointment within them.

This feeling is amazing.

It feels like something is slowly being lost...

His heart was also aching terribly, but he could never show it.

"Ah."

His voice was a little hoarse, but he still maintained his elegant demeanor.

“By the way,” Feng Ruqing ignored Yang Ling’s reaction and changed the subject, “I happened to meet a girl yesterday who said she wanted to marry me, so I decided to bring her to you to meet her.”

Yang Ling stiffened, clenching his fists to control his intense emotions, and said calmly, "Then why did you come to tell me?"

"Uh……"

Feng Ruqing was stunned for a moment, then blinked her beautiful eyes: "I want her to be your sister-in-law."

puff!

Yang Xueer couldn't help but laugh out loud.

She glanced at Yang Ling, then stole a look at Feng Ruqing, a gloating smile playing on her lips.

"Qing'er, don't joke like that. Yang Ling and Liu Yucheng are childhood sweethearts and have feelings for each other. How can you break up someone else's marriage?"

Feng Ruqing remained silent for a while: "Actually, I was just worried that Yang Ling would suffer a loss, so I came here specifically to remind him."

She always felt that Yang Ling was too good to Liu Yucheng, and that such kindness would hurt the young girl's heart...

"Don't worry," Yang Xue'er said with a smile, "Ling-gege and I have already discussed it. I want to marry him, and no matter who tries to stop us from being together, we will not back down!"

Feng Ruqing stared in astonishment.

"Xue'er, marriage is not a trivial matter!"

Yang Xue'er pouted: "Grandpa, don't forget, my mother was also forced to her death by the Liu family. Am I just destined to suffer? Since Liu Yucheng doesn't love me, I'd rather live alone for the rest of my life! I will never wrong myself!"

Her voice carried a stubbornness and obstinacy.

Her destiny must be in her own hands!

Yang Xue'er sighed deeply. He never wanted to set foot in the Liu family again in his life.

"Alright, since you've made up your mind, I won't interfere any further. But I'm warning you, if you dare to act recklessly, don't blame me for disregarding family ties and no longer helping you."

The old man grunted twice. Although he sympathized with Xue'er, he hated Liu Yucheng even more.

Liu Yucheng caused Xue'er's mother to die, making her suffer the pain of losing her mother.

This debt will never be settled!

"Grandpa, don't worry," Yang Xue'er raised her head, "I will practice hard, become stronger as soon as possible, and avenge my mother!"

This time, she will no longer be hurt by Liu Yucheng.

Her strength far surpasses his.

"Have you thought this through?" The old man frowned slightly. "Your mother lost her life to save you. If you want to avenge her, there is no other way but to become stronger."

"I will," Yang Xue'er gritted her teeth, her eyes flashing with a sinister light, "I will make Liu Yucheng pay the price!"

The old man nodded and said, "If you really like her, then you and Ling'er should handle your relationship properly. If you can't be together in the end, I will stand up for you and make sure you don't waste your life in vain."

Feng Ruqing smiled; she knew the old man meant well for Yang Xue'er.

However, Yang Ling...

She also believes that the Yang Ling of the past world was definitely not a counterfeit or shoddy product!

As for this life, with his immense talent, he will surely be able to obtain his own opportunities.

"Qing'er, there's one more thing I need to ask of you." Yang Ling remained silent for a long time before raising her head to look at Feng Ruqing.

"What's the matter?"

"I... need to leave the mainland for a while, and I don't know when I will be able to return. So, I hope you can take care of Xue'er for me."

Yang Xue'er's dazed gaze gradually regained focus, and she looked at Yang Ling in astonishment.

Is he leaving?

What should she do?

The old man also looked at Yang Ling with surprise: "Yang Ling, where are you going?"

"I want to go somewhere to gain experience. When I return, I will definitely bring Xue'er back with me. Please rest assured, Grandpa."

"That……"