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

Yang Ling was stunned.

He stared at Luo Chen in astonishment, and after a long while, he finally came to his senses: "You mean..."

“Yes,” Luo Chen nodded, “If he weren’t Nanxian, even if I sent Nanxian there, Nanxian wouldn’t survive.”

He wouldn't risk Nanxian's life.

But what if Nanxian is Nanxian...?

Yang Ling lowered his eyes; he would not agree.

“Ah Chen”.

After a short while, he slowly raised his head, his gaze firm and his voice resolute: "I promise you, I will not act rashly, I will protect Nanxian."

"it is good."

Luo Chen gently stroked the flute at his waist and smiled faintly.

He and the little guy were finally able to meet again.

Yang Ling's figure flashed and disappeared from the courtyard in an instant.

The man stood in the night, gazing at the distant stars, a gentle smile playing on his lips.

He has never liked places that are too crowded.

But under the guidance of that silly girl, she ended up at the Heavenly God's Palace.

Now... he's gone to the desert again.

This trip to the desert will inevitably cause a huge uproar, and her crisis will be extremely severe.

……

God's Mansion.

Inside the study of the Yang residence.

As Old Master Yang was reviewing the files in his hands, suddenly, with a bang, a teacup slammed onto the table.

"master."

The old butler was startled and hurriedly went to Old Master Yang.

"Our people who were sent to secretly monitor the Prince's residence have just sent back news that Nanxian... has disappeared."

"Missing?"

Old Master Yang's expression changed instantly. He clenched his fists, and a fierce glint appeared in his cloudy eyes: "Who dares to lay a hand on Nanxian? Are there some hidden forces behind him?"

"Master, it is said that... Nanxian seems to have incurred the wrath of many in the desert."

"How did that brat Nanxian manage to provoke the Great Desert Kingdom? These bastards dare to harm our Yang family members, they're tired of living!"

"Master, I think you should tell Ling'er about this first, so that he won't worry."

"No need."

Old Master Yang waved his hand: "That brat Nanxian won't die so easily. I guess he's deliberately hiding. Since he doesn't want to implicate my Yang family, I won't disturb his peace. He can come back when he's figured things out."

The old butler's lips twitched a few times: "But Ling'er's temperament..."

“Although that kid is stubborn, he is the most obedient. He said he won’t act recklessly and will definitely do as I tell him. Tell him to calm down. I don’t want him to go and die.”

Grandpa Yang sighed softly, his eyes filled with worry.

In this lifetime, he has already repaid enough for what he owed Nanxian's mother, and he shouldn't involve another life.

"Father, what about Nanxian now? What if he can't return..."

“He won’t be gone forever,” Old Master Yang’s eyes narrowed. “I heard that the emperor in the desert is looking for a son-in-law.”

Back then, after leaving the Heavenly God's Mansion, Nanxian went to a mountain range. No one knew why Nanxian's identity had been exposed. The same was true for Old Master Yang. But with such high talent, it was impossible for no one to notice him.

"Father, so you mean... send Ling'er to the desert?"

"Yes, he has a close relationship with Nanxian, so it is indeed more appropriate for him to go." Old Master Yang gently rubbed his temples and asked with a troubled expression, "Go and make preparations. After Ling'er wakes up, set off for the desert. Remember, you must bring him back safely."

"Yes, sir."

Old Master Yang sighed.

Such an outstanding young man as Nanxian did not belong to the Yang family.

Perhaps... his daughter is a better match for him.

Yang Ling opened her eyes, her gaze blank.

Beside him was a pink and adorable baby, sleeping soundly.

The little dumpling has chubby cheeks, long, curved eyelashes, and is exquisitely beautiful, making it extremely endearing.

"What's your name?" Yang Ling reached out and touched the little boy's cheek, asking.

The little dumpling grabbed Yang Ling's finger with its chubby little paws and giggled.

A smile flickered in Yang Ling's eyes: "Where is your mother?"

He's been unconscious for days, and we don't even know if Xiao Qing has returned...

The little boy suddenly opened his eyes. He blinked and said in a childish voice, "Daddy, Mommy said that no matter what, you can't touch me. I'm afraid you'll bite me and hurt me."

Yang Ling's hand froze for a moment before he slowly withdrew it, his expression somewhat embarrassed: "Ahem, sorry, I was just asking casually."

He can't lay a hand on a three- or four-year-old child; wouldn't that be beastly?

"Oh," the little boy pouted, "I wonder which young master from which family dared to sneak into my room while Mother wasn't looking."

Yang Ling nearly collapsed to the ground: "I'm not a thief."

"Oh," the little dumpling kicked its chubby legs, "I don't know you either, so get lost."

"Are you Nanxian's son?"

“No, I am Nanxian’s wife,” the little dumpling proudly raised his chin, “so you’d better leave quickly, or you’ll get a beating when your mother comes back.”

Yang Ling: "..."

His heart skipped a beat, and his face darkened.

This was the first time he, the young master of the Heavenly God Palace, had suffered a setback.

"Are you really Nanxian's wife?"

"Of course!" The little boy's eyes widened. "My dad said that unless I don't get married, no one can take my wife away from me. I will protect my mother for the rest of my life!"

Yang Ling's face darkened further.

He really wanted to yell, "Who the hell wants to steal your wife?"

Why did Nanxian ask you to go into the desert in his place?

He had already arranged everything, so why did he send this brat to his death?

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"Why does Nanxian want to go to the desert?" Yang Ling asked after a moment of silence.

“I don’t know either,” the little bun shook his head, “but I guess there should be a lot of treasures in the desert. Not only that, there are also a lot of spiritual herbs in the desert. I can find them for you to play with.”

Yang Ling sneered, looking down at the little bun with her nostrils: "I don't care."

The little boy stared blankly at Yang Ling, looking adorably dazed: "But Daddy told me he doesn't care about any treasures."

"..."

This time, it was Yang Ling's turn to be speechless.

“I am your father, you should call me Father.”

"..."

"Daddy, do you want to go out and play with me?" The little boy turned to look at Yang Ling, his big eyes sparkling with anticipation.

“I don’t have time,” Yang Ling said curtly. “I have a lot of things to do.”

The little boy puffed out his cheeks, looking aggrieved: "Daddy's lying! My mommy said that Daddy has been locking himself in his room lately and ignoring Mommy. Did you two have a fight?"

“No,” Yang Ling’s eyes dimmed slightly as he lowered his gaze. “Your mother doesn’t need my company, and I can’t stay by her side.”

He could never let go of that woman in his heart.

He had sworn never to see her again in this life, but fate had other plans, and in the end, he met her again...