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

She slowly squatted down and hugged her head.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

“Miss, I don’t mean to blame you. I just want to remind you that the Yang family is the Yang family and you are you. If you are stubborn and do not see the truth, you will only hurt yourself in the end.”

"Lianxiang!" Yang Xue'er suddenly stood up, roaring furiously, "Are you threatening me?"

"This servant dares not." Lianxiang lowered her head and remained silent.

Yang Xue'er's eyes were filled with fury.

She clenched her fists tightly, her whole body trembling: "Lianxiang, I don't need you to lecture me. If my father hadn't forced me, I would never have wanted to be the head of the family. I just want to be with my Ling'er, but you won't let me have my wish! I'm leaving now!"

She took a step toward the door, but paused just before stepping across the threshold.

“Lianxiang, I know I’m a good-for-nothing, a disgrace to the Yang family, but… I really don’t want to leave my Ling’er. Please tell him that after he returns from Yunshan, he should come to the capital to find me. I’ll be waiting for him there.”

"Also, tell him to be very careful and not to take any more risks."

Lianxiang felt a pang of sadness, and she pursed her lips, remaining silent.

“Miss,” Lianxiang slowly turned around and looked at Yang Xueer’s slender back, “I know I can’t stop you, but please promise me one thing.”

"What?" Yang Xue'er frowned slightly.

"Please do not leave the Yang residence before the young master returns. Even if you go out shopping, someone must accompany you to protect you. If you encounter danger, we will not be able to save you."

Yang Xue'er pondered for a moment, then nodded slightly: "Okay, I promise you."

Lianxiang smiled with relief: "Thank you, Miss. Let me help you inside to rest."

Yang Xueer did not speak, nor did she refuse Lianxiang's outstretched hands.

She closed her eyes and lay quietly on the bed, but her heart remained restless for a long time.

“Young master…” she murmured, “Are you really not lying to me? You’re just leaving temporarily, you’ll come back to me sooner or later.”

But her heart grew increasingly uneasy.

“Miss,” Lianxiang sat on the edge of the bed, massaging Yang Xue’er’s temples, “Tomorrow, the old master will send someone to bring the young master back. Don’t worry, we still have a chance.”

Yang Xueer gave a bitter smile, her eyes filled with deep sorrow.

"Lianxiang, you don't understand..."

“Young Master ran away this time. I don’t know when he will be back. I just want to see him before I leave, even if it’s just for a glance.”

"Perhaps this is the last time I will see him."

Lianxiang's heart trembled slightly, and she lowered her eyes to conceal the turmoil within.

“I understand, I understand,” Lianxiang wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes and gently patted Yang Xue’er’s shoulder. “Miss, I will take good care of the young master for you until he returns.”

She raised her head and stared intently at Yang Xue'er.

“But…” Lianxiang bit her lip, “Before the young master left, he instructed us not to tell anyone, especially the old lady and my second uncle.”

Yang Xue'er paused for a moment, then smiled bitterly and said, "You're right. We can't let the wet nurse and my second uncle know about this. Otherwise, my father will definitely use my second uncle to pressure me again. Lianxiang, remember, you are my maid, Yang Xue'er's maid. It's enough for you to be loyal to only me."

"Okay." A warm smile appeared in Lianxiang's eyes.

Yang Xueer turned her head to look out the window.

Sunlight streamed down, illuminating the woman's profile, making her stunningly beautiful.

She slowly closed her eyes, as if falling into a deep sleep.

“Princess,” the guard said respectfully, bowing slightly, “Young Master Yang has finished brewing the medicine.”

"Ah."

The young man's handsome face remained expressionless as he nodded indifferently.

As he entered the courtyard, a woman in red came towards him and bumped into his arms.

"Ling'er," the girl's pretty face beamed with a bright smile, "you're back. I heard that the Yang family has two guests. May I ask which young lady they are?"

The boy's eyes were clear and pure, like those of a newborn infant.

“No,” the boy shook his head, “it’s Yang Xue’er.”

"Oh."

Yang Le didn't seem surprised. She smiled and took the boy's hand, saying, "Brother, let's go inside quickly, I'm starving."

Yang Ling touched the tip of her nose: "Little sister, I forgot just now... your stomach isn't suitable for eating greasy food."

"Huh?" Yang Le was stunned for a moment.

"I'll go to the kitchen and get you some porridge."

"elder brother!"

Yang Le hurriedly caught up with Yang Ling, grinning, "Our chef will have it ready soon, you don't need to go yourself."

“No,” the boy shook his head coldly. “Your stomach problem isn’t cured yet. I have to keep an eye on them to prevent them from making the same mistake again.”

Yang Le pouted, looking somewhat aggrieved: "But, I'm hungry..."

“Just bear with it,” Yang Ling said coldly. “If you faint from hunger, you won’t even get soup in the future. You’d better just wait patiently.”

Yang Le puffed out her cheeks: "Then can you take me out to play?"

"no!"

"..."

Yang Le snorted: "Anyway, I don't care. Since you're not going out to play with me, you're not allowed to go to the kitchen either."

"Whatever," the boy said expressionlessly, and strode out of the house.

Yang Le's face grew even angrier: "Is this how you treat me?"

"I'm not going to the kitchen, are you going?" the boy asked casually.

"I'm not going, you go!"

"Don't go."

Yang Le: "..."

Why do I feel like I'm shooting myself in the foot?

Why did she ask that question earlier?

"Brother, I don't care, you can't go to the kitchen, you have to stay with me today!"

Her little face puffed up like a steamed bun, and she stared with her round eyes wide open.

"I'm not coming back tonight."

The boy stopped, turned around and glanced at Yang Le, whose face was full of grievance, and said coldly.

"You can't not come back!" Yang Le stomped his foot angrily.

Yang Ling smiled faintly: "My not coming back won't delay your meal."

Yang Le paused for a moment, then blinked her big eyes: "I mean, you can't not go home, otherwise Dad will be angry and Auntie will worry, so you have to go home."

"Oh, then go to the kitchen and find my subordinate; she will bring me back."

"..."

Yang Le was furious. She pouted and turned to walk into the room.

She ignored Yang Ling and decided not to go find that maid named Lianxiang! She wouldn't go!

……

In front of the Yang residence.

The young man's figure was concealed by a long robe, yet he possessed unparalleled elegance and talent.

"Your Highness," a carriage stopped beside the Yang residence, the curtain was lifted, and a handsome and aloof face appeared before the young man.

Are you sure you don't want to inform them?

The young man parted his thin lips slightly, his voice clear and cold, like a sword gleaming with a chilling light under the moonlight.

“No need,” he said, his gaze fixed on the plaque above the Yang residence’s gate. “She’s waiting for me.”

"Alright," the driver sighed, "shall we leave now?"

"Ah."