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

Liu Yunhan...

For some reason, Liu Yunhan always gave him a familiar feeling; in fact, he even mispronounced her name.

“I don’t know either,” Liu Yucheng pondered for a moment, “but I do know that I will not marry him.”

There are countless women in this world, and he has no shortage of beautiful women, but he only admires Liu Yuyao, and this has never changed since he was a child.

Unfortunately, Liu Yunhan had already broken off the engagement with her and kicked her out of the Nanyang Marquis's mansion.

Therefore, they will never have a chance to be together...

“Liu Yunhan is indeed outstanding, but unfortunately, I would rather marry an ordinary person than ally with such a treacherous and cunning person,” Liu Yucheng’s lips curled into a sarcastic smile as he looked up at Yang Ling. “You are my brother, and I don’t want you to be bullied. If Liu Yunhan dares to bully you, just tell me!”

Yang Ling fell silent.

In his memory, Liu Yucheng had a better temper than Liu Yunhan, who always had a gentle and refined demeanor.

The gap between them is huge.

"Alright," Liu Yucheng said with a light smile, smoothing the wrinkles on his sleeves. "What I said just now was serious. You don't need to worry about my attitude anymore. I won't force you."

After saying this, Liu Yucheng turned and walked away, quickly disappearing from Yang Ling's sight.

Looking in the direction Liu Yucheng had left, a trace of sadness flashed across his eyes.

Is Chen'er serious?

Liu Yucheng wouldn't force him...

"Young Master," the maid timidly tugged at Yang Ling's sleeve, "this servant noticed that the Second Master of the Liu family doesn't seem to like you very much, we..."

Yang Ling indifferently withdrew her gaze, a faint smile playing on her lips: "It's good that you don't like me, so we won't have any conflicts later. I don't want to marry Liu Yucheng anyway."

What Liu Yucheng didn't know was that Yang Ling hated him the most!

He didn't like him, so naturally he didn't want to have anything to do with him.

"Young master, let's go back to the manor. It's windy here."

The maid glanced at Yang Ling with concern, and only breathed a sigh of relief after seeing that he was alright.

"Sir, are you okay?"

Yang Ling shook his head, a faint smile on his handsome face: "It's alright, let's go back to the manor first."

"Yes, son."

……

The next day.

As usual, Nanxian went to the academy for class in the morning. As soon as he entered the classroom, he saw the boy sitting at the front of the classroom. He was dressed in white, and his clothes fluttered in the breeze.

Even though he didn't turn around, he could still feel the gazes directed at him from the side, yet he remained as calm and composed as ever.

The boy remained seated, his slender fingers turning the pages of the book in his hands. His eyes held a warm light, serene and pleasant, like a painting that captivated the viewer.

"Senior Brother Nan."

Yang Ling stood up and smiled at Nan Xian: "Thank you for yesterday."

Nanxian was slightly taken aback. He put down the book in his hand and asked in a gentle voice with concern, "How are your injuries?"

"I have fully recovered."

“Yes,” Nanxian nodded, “If you want to stay in Nanyang, study hard.”

"it is good."

"Oh, by the way, the reason I came to see you this time is because..." Nanxian paused for a moment, "...about Liu Yunhan."

Yang Ling's face suddenly froze, staring at Nan Xian in surprise. He clearly hadn't expected that Nan Xian would come to talk to him about Liu Yunhan.

“I didn’t mean to,” Nanxian said apologetically, pursing his lips. “Liu Yunhan told me himself that he caused my leg injury, which is why I investigated him.”

"..."

Yang Ling was stunned for a long time before she came to her senses and smiled: "Senior Brother Nan, don't misunderstand. I have known Senior Brother Nan for many years. I am not the kind of person who is petty. Besides, I have a grudge against the Liu family."

Even if Liu Yunhan didn't say it, he could guess it.

The Liu family has no regard for Liu Yucheng, so why would Liu Yunhan help the Liu family?

“Senior Brother Nan,” Yang Ling sighed, “Liu Yucheng’s personality is too domineering and not suitable for Liu Yuyao.”

He was unwilling for Liu Yucheng to marry Liu Yuyao as a concubine, otherwise, his future wife would be completely suppressed by him and would never be able to turn her life around.

Liu Yuyao was different; she was an extremely intelligent girl.

“I think so too.” Nanxian nodded lightly.

Yang Ling: "..."

He suddenly didn't know what to say.

Perhaps, Senior Brother Nan was unaware of Liu Yuyao's thoughts.

Liu Yuyao's heart could not hold anyone else but him. She loved this man to death, and she would never love anyone else in this lifetime.

Therefore, Liu Yuyao was destined to be trapped by Senior Brother Nan's side until she died of old age.

But Liu Yucheng is different. Although Liu Yunhan saved Liu Yuyao's life, Liu Yuyao is ultimately just his adopted daughter.

Of course, Liu Yunhan is a good father, but Liu Yuyao is a member of the Liu family, so it's impossible for Liu Yunhan to truly dote on her.

"Senior Brother Nan," Yang Ling hesitated for a long time before finally mustering up the courage to ask, "Is Liu Yuyao Liu Yunhan's sister?"

"Yes."

"Then I..." Yang Ling's mind conjured up that pure and pretty face, and her heart skipped a beat for no apparent reason. "I..."

Nanxian frowned slightly, his gaze filled with doubt: "What's wrong with you?"

Yang Ling bit her lip: "Senior Brother Nan, I want to ask you for a favor, is that alright?"

"What's the matter?"

"After you and Liu Yuyao get married, can you help me break off my engagement?"

"We are mutually in love." Nanxian's expression was aloof, and his tone was indifferent.

Love each other...

Yang Ling's face turned deathly pale instantly, and her body trembled slightly.

He lowered his eyes, concealing the pain in them.

Mutual affection? Ah, and what about him? What is he?

“Junior Brother Yang,” the man’s clear and melodious voice slowly entered my ears, “Shouldn’t you understand who my wife is? You are not her, and I will not marry you.”

His wife is Yang Ling'er.

She is the most noble princess of the Nanyang Kingdom!

Yang Ling closed her eyes and took a deep breath: "Senior Brother Nan, I understand. I'm sorry, I'll be going now."

He dared not stay by Nanxian's side any longer.

He was afraid he would burst into tears, and he didn't want Nanxian to see his weakness.

Yang Ling turned and walked towards the school gate. Her back view was lonely and desolate, full of loneliness, like a walking corpse, without a soul.

……

Yang family.

Madam Yang lay on the bed, her aged hand gripping General Yang's arm, and said weakly, "I'm fine, there's no need to call the imperial physician. I know my own body, I can't live much longer. You don't need to waste any more time, you don't need to look for medicine for me, and I don't need it either. I don't want to be a burden to you."

General Yang gave a bitter smile, his eyes filled with sorrow.

"You are my only son, you can't be hurt."

“My child, your father is my husband and your father. How could I possibly despise him?”

General Yang patted Madam Yang's hand, his voice slightly hoarse: "You get some rest, I'm going out for a bit."

He slowly pushed open the door and bumped into Madam Yang's personal guard.