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

Grandpa Yang hesitated, as if he wanted to say something but then stopped.

Feng Ruqing raised an eyebrow, her gaze filled with doubt.

Logically, the old man should be strongly opposed, so why is he now supporting Yang Ling's decision?

Is the place you're going to dangerous?

“It’s not dangerous,” Yang Ling said with a wry smile. “It’s just that there’s more oxygen there.”

He was quite talented, but unfortunately, he focused all his attention on medical skills, which made him much slower than the average person.

Now, if he wants to increase his strength quickly, he can only find suitable herbs and use the flesh and blood of wild beasts to break through!

Feng Ruqing pondered for a moment and said, "If you want to go, I'll go with you."

"Qing'er!"

Yang Ling suddenly stood up, her face pale and her eyes full of worry.

"Qing'er, you just came back from the border, I don't want you to take any risks."

He didn't want to put her in danger again.

Feng Ruqing smiled and comforted her, "I'm not going to my death. My abundant energy in that place is a treasure that practitioners dream of. I just want to take this opportunity to practice my combat skills."

Yang Ling pursed her lips: "But I..."

“I promise you,” Feng Ruqing patted Yang Ling’s shoulder, “If you don’t come back, don’t worry, leave the Yang family to me. After all, you are my nephew, aren’t you?”

Nephew...

Yang Ling paused for a moment, then gave a wry smile.

They are indeed uncle and niece, but he is older than her.

Back then, her father only had her as his daughter.

"Don't refuse yet," Feng Ruqing said, a half-smile playing on her lips. "Yang Xue'er, would you like to come with me?"

Yang Xueer's eyes lit up: "Great!"

Yang Ling hesitated for a moment, but when he saw Feng Ruqing's determined gaze, he ultimately remained silent.

Perhaps, following her would be good for Xue'er.

"Grandpa, I'll be right back," Yang Ling slowly closed her eyes, and when she opened them again, her phoenix eyes were as bright as stars. "Don't worry, I'll be fine, and I won't abandon Xue'er."

The old man breathed a sigh of relief and waved his hand slightly: "Be careful on the road. I won't interfere in your affairs, but... if you are in any danger, you must get out of here as soon as possible!"

"Yes, I will do my best to ensure my safety."

"That's good," a hint of relief flashed in the old man's eyes, "You don't need to rush to avenge your parents, you'll get it sooner or later."

"it is good."

Yang Ling nodded, a bittersweet feeling welling up inside him.

The deaths of his parents were a nightmare he could never forget.

He will definitely find out who the murderer is and then go back to kill them!

"You two chat first, I'll go check if the clothes Ling'er prepared for you fit," the old man chuckled twice. "You two are husband and wife, after all, you should act like a married couple."

Feng Ruqing: "..."

She and Yang Ling couldn't even be considered friends!

……

The next day.

As dawn broke, sunlight streamed into the courtyard.

Several luxurious carriages were parked at the entrance of the Yang residence.

Feng Ruqing sat on the carriage, lifted the curtain, and gazed at Yang Xue'er standing outside the courtyard.

"Xue'er, don't cry after I leave. Wait for me to come back and marry you," Yang Ling said gently, rubbing Yang Xue'er's head. "I still owe you an apology."

Yang Xue'er shook her head, tears streaming down her cheeks, blurring her face.

"Brother Xiaoling, you must come back safely."

Yang Ling turned around, leaped onto the horse, waved the reins, and drove the steed away from the Yang residence.

He moved quickly and disappeared from Yang Xue'er's sight in an instant. Only when the sound of hooves gradually faded away did she slowly lower her head, her small face filled with sadness.

“Miss,” the maid Lianxiang couldn’t help but say, “Young Master will surely return safely.”

"Hmm," Yang Xue'er responded softly, "but I'm afraid I'll never see him again in my life..."

Lianxiang was stunned for a moment, unsure of what to say.

She didn't know the true nature of the relationship between Yang Xueer and Yang Ling.

But after all these years, Yang Xueer is still unmarried, which means that she can never let go of him.

Now that the young master is going to that place to practice his skills, he may not be able to return for a year or two.

Yang Xueer may never see him again.

Thinking of this, Lianxiang couldn't help but sigh.

Yang Xueer leaned her head against the chair, her eyes red and swollen.

“Miss,” Lianxiang hesitated for a moment before continuing, “I heard last night that the young master’s condition has worsened. He has had three attacks, and each time he fainted from the pain. I don’t know if he can pull through.”

These words were like a sharp knife, deeply piercing Yang Xue'er's chest.

Yang Xue'er clenched her fists: "I don't care! No matter what, I'm going to find him!"

“Miss,” Lianxiang panicked, “Don’t do anything rash. If the old man finds out, he will definitely break your legs.”

"Hmph," Yang Xue'er snorted coldly, "If he dares to break my legs, I will die in front of him. I believe he will not allow the Yang family line to end, unless he does not want to acknowledge that he is my grandfather!"

Yang Ling never mentioned his background to anyone.

Even his parents were unaware of his existence.

But it was precisely because of his concealment that the old man mistakenly believed he had died, which is why he doted on him so much.

“Miss,” Lianxiang pleaded, “I beg you, we still depend on the young master for our livelihood. If something happens to him, the Yang family’s wealth will fall into his hands. Are you willing to accept that?”

Yang Xue'er gritted her teeth: "You don't need to persuade me, I have to go find Ling'er."

Lianxiang sighed softly, secretly hating those who bullied the young lady.

Now that the young master has left, who can protect the young lady?

"Miss, you can't leave," Lianxiang knelt down with a thud, her voice trembling. "If you leave, the old master will leave too. Who will take care of this huge Yang family?"

Yang Xue'er's heart skipped a beat. She clenched her fists and said angrily, "I don't care, I have to go find Ling'er. I can't leave him alone again."

Lianxiang clenched her fists tightly, raised her tear-streaked face, and stared at Yang Xueer.

"Miss, you really can't go."

Yang Xue'er's expression changed, and she glared fiercely at Lianxiang.

"roll!"

Lianxiang stiffened: "Miss..."

Yang Xueer raised her hand and slapped Lianxiang across the face, her face turning ashen: "I told you to get out!"

pat!

Blood trickled from the corner of Lianxiang's mouth. She covered her face, stubbornly raising her eyes: "Miss, even if you don't care about the young master, you should at least consider others, right? When you're not here, all our efforts will be in vain!"

"Enough!" Yang Xue'er retorted angrily. "Do you think I'm not qualified to be the head of the family? Do you believe I can divorce you right now!"

Lianxiang swayed slightly, her eyes filled with sorrow: "This servant only hopes that Miss can consider the Yang family's situation. Otherwise, how can you know what will happen to the Yang family in the future?"

Yang Xue'er's breath hitched, and she remained silent for a long while.