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

But he still didn't appreciate it!

Old Madam Yang snorted coldly: "He came back this time to seek revenge on me, but unfortunately, he can never defeat me!"

Granny Lin's face froze: "Madam..."

“Don’t worry, he can’t do anything to me,” Madam Yang smiled and patted Lin Mama’s shoulder. “This child is filial, I won’t do anything to him. I will only punish those who bully him. I know my grandson very well.”

When the Ninth Prince was jilted, Old Madam Yang was shocked and furious.

Her grandson deserves special respect, even from the emperor; how could she possibly be jilted?

Moreover, she had heard that Mu Ling abused his power and abducted women! How could someone of such character be worthy of His Highness the Ninth Prince?

Her grandson must be the object of everyone's love and affection!

……

The backyard of the mansion was quiet and peaceful.

Suddenly, a sinister wind blew by, rustling the branches and leaves, as if ghosts were weeping.

"Woooo..."

A child's innocent cry pierced the night sky.

Yang Xueyao screamed in fright and staggered back a few steps, her eyes filled with panic.

"Who? Who's hiding there?"

She glanced around warily, a deep sense of apprehension in her eyes.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

Two more childish cries rang out, accompanied by a chilling wind that seemed capable of making one shiver from the cold.

"Who's playing tricks!" Yang Xueyao's heart was pounding. "Get out here right now, or I won't let you off the hook."

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

This time, the crying was even more mournful, as if it came from the underworld, sending chills down one's spine and making one's hair stand on end.

Yang Xueyao turned pale with fright and was about to run away when suddenly, a cloud of black mist drifted past her eyes.

"Ghost!"

She was so frightened that she wet herself, fell to the ground, and her face turned deathly pale.

These days, she has always felt that someone is following her, but she has never been able to find the person.

But tonight, that black mist was so familiar, so familiar, that she almost fainted from fright.

"Don't come any closer! I'm warning you, don't come any closer! If you dare to come near again, I'll scream!"

The dark figure paused for a moment, then continued walking towards Yang Xueyao.

"Wow!"

Yang Xueyao was terrified. She screamed and scrambled towards the door, frantically pushing it open.

"Grandma, save me!"

"boom!"

As soon as Yang Xueyao rushed out of the room, she bumped into a hard chest.

She looked up and saw the man standing in front of her, and tears of grievance streamed down her face.

"Brother Ling, I don't like it here. Shall we go home?"

The man looked down at the girl in his arms, his handsome face filled with a gentle tenderness: "Xueyao, don't worry, since I promised to come back and live here, I won't go back on my word. We'll move back in a couple of days."

He reached out and touched Yang Xueyao's head, his eyes filled with pity.

This girl is too timid; the slightest noise will terrify her.

Yang Xueyao was stunned for a moment, then blinked her beautiful big eyes, her face full of joy.

"really?"

"Hmm," Yang Ling rubbed Yang Xueyao's little head, "I've gotten used to the Yang family environment, and I miss my parents and elders. I won't leave them again."

Yang Xueyao smiled sweetly, "Brother Ling, it's so good that you're back. You have no idea how worried your parents were about you. Now that you're back, they must be so happy. Tomorrow, I'll go and pay my respects to them and tell them that you're back."

Yang Ling slightly raised the corners of her lips: "Okay."

He lowered his eyes, concealing the pain within them.

"Xueyao," Yang Ling changed the subject, "has anything happened in the manor recently?"

Yang Xueyao frowned: "Father has been very busy lately, and I don't know what he's doing, but... I heard Mother mention yesterday that Father is preparing for a marriage alliance with the Qin family."

"The Qin family?"

"Yes, the matriarch of the Qin family wants to marry her most beloved nephew into the family."

The Qin family had few direct descendants, and apart from Qin Yurou, there were no other women of marriageable age. Therefore, Old Madam Qin chose her nephew.

"The eldest daughter of the Qin family is unwilling."

Qin Yurou is proud and loves to show off. If she marries the Ninth Prince, she will definitely use the power of the Ninth Prince's mansion to suppress everyone. She will never allow such a thing to happen.

Because Yang Xueyao was an illegitimate daughter and very young, she couldn't tell her about this, lest she be hurt.

“Xueyao,” Yang Ling’s expression gradually turned serious, “Our Yang family does not need to curry favor with the powerful and wealthy.”

Yang Xueyao was stunned for a moment, looking at him with some confusion.

In the eyes of the Yang family, the Qin family is the best marriage partner, but Brother Ling seems unwilling.

"The Qin family members are all selfish and self-serving." Yang Ling pursed her lips, her eyes filled with disgust.

"why?"

"The Qin family is a merchant family, greedy by nature. They only care about the Yang family's wealth. If I marry Qin Yurou, our Yang family will be completely finished!"

"Brother Ling, I don't care, I just want you to stay with me. I'll go wherever you go, I'm not going anywhere else."

The girl's eyes were watery, like a pitiful little kitten.

Unfortunately, Yang Ling's heart had already been destroyed by that fire and could never be restored to normal.

His heart, too, was rekindled from ashes.

"Xueyao, this is not up to you to decide." Yang Ling slowly stepped forward and hugged Yang Xueyao. "Xueyao, I know you like me, but my heart no longer belongs to anyone, including you, do you understand?"

Yang Xueyao clenched her fists, her eyes red and swollen, looking at him with a pitiful and aggrieved expression.

"I do not want!"

"Xueyao!" Yang Ling frowned slightly, her tone somewhat heavy. "This is Father's decision, and we cannot change it."

Yang Xueyao stood there blankly, staring at Yang Ling, her lips trembling: "You can't abandon me."

"I will not abandon you, you believe me."

The man's handsome face was adorned with a gentle smile.

He will keep every word he has ever said, whether it is a promise or a vow.

But Yang Xueyao didn't believe him.

After all, he had lied to her far too many times over the years.

Yang Xueyao bit her lip tightly, tears falling and soaking Yang Ling's clothes.

“Brother Yu, I don’t believe you. I’ve trusted you my whole life, but I’ve never been able to protect myself. I’ve gotten hurt, and even… almost lost my life.”

Her heart was filled with fear, her body trembled uncontrollably, and her eyes stared timidly at the man in front of her.

Yang Ling sighed and gently stroked her black hair.

"Xueyao, you stay obediently in the Yang family and wait for me to come back. I promise that when I return, you will be the happiest bride in the world."

She raised her little face and looked at Yang Ling earnestly: "I believe in Brother Ling."

"Silly girl," Yang Ling couldn't help but smile slightly, "I'm leaving now, wait for me to come back."