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

……

Fengxiang took Yang Ling's hand and walked towards a pastry shop.

The pastry shop is elegantly decorated, and you can smell the sweet aroma through the window.

"Miss, this pastry shop is one of the best in Fengdu. It only opens once every two weeks. We just happened to be there today. What kind of pastry would you like to eat?"

Feng Xiang wore a gentle smile and spoke in a very tender voice, appearing completely kind.

If it were any other woman, she probably wouldn't be able to resist such charm.

Unfortunately, all of this appeared ironic and laughable to Yang Ling.

Fengxiang is his uncle!

He actually compared his own uncle to that group of beasts.

They are all ruthless killers.

"Ah Ling?"

Fengxiang called out in confusion.

Yang Ling concealed the disgust in her eyes: "I'm hungry, I want to eat steamed sweet cheese."

"Okay, I'll take you there right away, please wait a moment."

Feng Xiang breathed a sigh of relief. Thankfully, A Ling was still willing to eat.

He turned around and instructed the waiter to bring out a bowl of hot porridge and a few plates of pastries before taking Yang Ling's hand and leaving the pastry shop.

The streets remained bustling and noisy.

"Ah Ling, you stay here and wait for me. I'll go find a pharmacy and buy you a herb to treat your wind-related illness."

“Uncle,” Yang Ling looked up at Feng Xiang, “I’m not sick, I don’t need to take medicine.”

Feng Xiang smiled and patted Yang Ling's head: "Silly child, who told you you're not sick? Your body is too weak. If you don't take good care of yourself, it may leave you with health problems in the future."

Feng Xiang was unaware that Yang Ling had come back to life. He had only instructed Yang Yurong not to tell anyone to avoid arousing suspicion.

“I really don’t need to take medicine,” Yang Ling lowered his head, his young face showing stubbornness. “Uncle, I am Yang Yurong’s son. You should know that I will not do anything to betray my mother. So please rest assured, I will not take away what belongs to you.”

Feng Xiang was taken aback. Looking at Yang Ling's aggrieved expression, a sense of guilt welled up in his heart.

"I'm sorry, A-Ling, your uncle misunderstood you just now. I was too impulsive and forgot your mother's instructions. I thought you were sick, so I wanted to help you."

At this moment, Yang Ling couldn't help but shed tears. He clenched his fists to suppress the urge to cry.

There was nothing wrong with his body.

Seeing Yang Ling like this, Feng Xiang felt even more guilty: "Ah Ling, I really didn't know you were sick. Don't cry. Your uncle apologizes to you. Your uncle promises that it will never happen again."

Yang Ling sobbed twice, but ultimately said nothing more. He stood silently beside Feng Xiang until the door of the pastry shop opened and Feng Xiang pushed the cart inside.

Inside a private room of a teahouse not far away, a young man in brocade robes sat in a wheelchair. His handsome and devilish face was curved into a faint smile, with a wicked grin on his lips.

The man's gaze remained fixed on Feng Xiang, a dark glint flashing in his eyes.

"Your Highness, I have done as you instructed," the guard said respectfully, cupping his fists. "The boy has already left, and Fengxiang has taken him to the pastry shop. He should be back soon."

"Hmm," the man lazily opened his eyes, his tone nonchalant, "Also, have someone keep an eye on Yang Yurong's courtyard."

“Yes, Your Highness,” the guard hesitated for a moment before continuing, “Your Highness, Feng Xiang has never set foot in the Feng residence in recent years. There must be a reason for his visit this time.”

The man sneered, "Whatever his reasons, now that he's come to the Feng residence, he doesn't need to leave."

"Your Highness, Fengxiang has remained in Fengdu all these years. He has deep roots in the city, and I'm worried..."

"Hehe," the man chuckled softly, "No matter how powerful Feng Xiang is, he is still just a subject. Moreover, the Emperor has controlled the court for many years and wields immense power in the entire capital. How easy is it for Feng Xiang to turn the tables?"

"That's what the prince said."

"I'd like to see if he can escape this time."

The guards were terrified. Feng Xiang was indeed not to be underestimated, but unfortunately... their prince was no ordinary man either.

"How has Fengxiang been performing lately?" the man asked, a smirk playing on his lips.

"It is said that Fengxiang dotes on his wife, listens to her every word, and dares not disobey her. He is even unwilling to take a concubine."

This is something that has recently come from the Feng family.

Fengxiang was deeply in love with his wife, and he was unwilling to bring even a concubine into the household.

But he just happens to like men, especially handsome young men in Fengdu.

Fengxiang's wife was named Bai Han. She was the daughter of many civil and military officials. She was strict and honest in her official duties and was not afraid of powerful people. However, Fengxiang fell in love with her.

To win a smile from his beloved, he forcibly separated them, compelling civil and military officials to jointly petition for the removal of the principal wife and the promotion of a concubine.

Feng Xiang's actions have aroused public outrage.

However, due to Fengxiang's power, no one dared to oppose him and could only accept it reluctantly.

After all, Fengxiang was not only the son-in-law of Fengdu, but also the younger brother of the current emperor, so they dared not offend him.

However, Bai Han's personality aroused public anger.

Within Fengdu, besides the Empress and the Crown Prince, she was the only one who dared to contradict Feng Xiang. In fact, Bai Han even slapped Feng Xiang hard in public.

This incident caused Fengxiang to lose face and fill him with rage.

Unfortunately, Bai Han's father had a close relationship with him, so he could only swallow his anger and became estranged from Bai Han from then on.

"Fengxiang is a filial and good young man,"

Yang Ling pursed her thin lips. "He only has one wife, who is his legitimate daughter-in-law. It's a pity... Over the years, he has not taken a concubine and has even devoted all his attention to me. If I have the opportunity, I will definitely repay his kindness."

The man gently stroked the jade thumb ring on his finger, raising an eyebrow with a half-smile: "Ah Ling, if you think it's difficult to repay him, why not consider marrying me? That would be a way to repay him."

"..."

Yang Ling remained silent, his eyes lowered to conceal the sadness within them.

"What, you don't want to?" the man asked with a bright smile. "Ah Ling, I fell in love with you at first sight. If you don't want to, then I'll reluctantly marry you."

Yang Ling's heart skipped a beat, and her cheeks flushed red.

“I…I’m still young and don’t want to get married,” Yang Ling said through gritted teeth. “Besides, you’re already married, and I haven’t even come of age yet!”

The man's smile widened: "Let's get engaged first, and I'll marry you in three years."

three years?

Yang Ling pouted: "Three years is too long, one year."

“No,” the man shook his head. “I’ve already lost you for five years. In those five years, I haven’t slept soundly for a single night. If I were given another three years, I don’t know what I would become, so…”