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

If only I could live in seclusion here, but it seems that the current world doesn't allow it.

"Your Highness, the surrounding area has been searched, and there is no danger!"

Mingyue and her guards had thoroughly searched all the surrounding areas, big and small, and only after confirming that there was no danger did they run over to report to Yang Ling.

Upon hearing this, Yang Ling nodded slightly. Now, there shouldn't be anyone who would dare to lay a hand on him.

"Why don't you take your brothers out for a break? They've been on edge for so long, they must be exhausted."

As a considerate leader, Yang Ling knew how to let his subordinates rest.

When Mingyue heard this, a look of surprise flashed in her eyes, but Yang Ling had already said so much.

Despite her many doubts, she had to obey orders.

"I obey my orders!"

Seeing that Mingyue and the others had also left, Yang Ling then led Yun'er to continue walking forward.

"Your Highness, this place is wonderful. It would be even better if we could live in seclusion here in the future."

Yun'er's face was full of longing, and Yang Ling was stunned for a moment after hearing it.

"Yes, I also want to live in seclusion here."

It's just a pity that if I leave the center of power now, I'm afraid my only fate will be death.

"Your Highness, this place is so beautiful! May we go and explore that area further?"

When Yun'er saw the poplar trees covering the mountains and fields, her heart melted, and she tugged at Yang Ling and said coquettishly.

Looking at her cute little face, how could Yang Ling refuse? She immediately agreed.

The two continued walking forward, but after walking halfway, Yang Ling felt something was wrong, slowed down, and frowned.

"Your Highness? What's wrong with you?"

Seeing Yang Ling's actions, Yun'er quickly asked.

"I always feel like someone is following us."

Yang Ling said in a low voice. Upon hearing this, Yun'er was so frightened that her face turned pale. She grabbed Yang Ling's arm and pressed herself tightly against him.

Upon feeling that soft lump, Yang Ling trembled violently.

However, now is not the time to consider these things. Mingyue and the others have already retreated. If they were to be targeted by someone now, it would be a huge problem.

"Maybe it's just my imagination."

Yang Ling glanced around but didn't find anything suspicious, so she figured she was just overthinking things.

The two walked along, looking at the scenery around them, but Yun'er was very worried. She was really afraid that something might happen to her here.

As they walked, they came to a lake where a man wearing a straw hat was sitting and fishing.

Seeing this, Yang Ling frowned slightly. How could someone be fishing in such a remote place?

"Fellow villager, are you a farmer from around here?"

When the two walked over, Yang Ling stood behind the man and cupped her hands in greeting.

The man looked up, and a wrinkled face came into Yang Ling's view.

Looking into those weathered eyes, Yang Ling's heart skipped a beat. She felt like she had seen that look somewhere before, but she couldn't quite place it.

"Judging from your attire, you must be from a nearby county town, right?"

The old man's tone was unfriendly, even chilling, and Yang Ling sensed a strong killing intent emanating from him.

"Ah."

Although the old man exuded a strong killing intent, Yang Ling possessed valuable items, so he was not afraid of anything.

"Since you're here, why don't you sit down, have a cup of tea, and chat with this old man?"

Seeing that Yang Ling was so sensible, the old man softened his attitude and invited Yang Ling to sit down.

Yang Ling was already very curious about this place, and now that she had the chance, she was happy to take a good look around.

"What is your surname, sir?"

"No need for your surname to be Wang."

The other person seemed to really enjoy fishing; he took out his fishing rod, placed it on the riverbank, and then leisurely started fishing.

"So it's Senior Wang. Please forgive my intrusion!"

Yang Ling knew that the old man was much older than herself, so calling him "senior" wouldn't be a loss for her.

"Hehe, it's alright, what's the big deal about disturbing you? It's fate that we met here."

Grandpa Wang spoke calmly.

Yang Ling nodded slightly: "Senior Wang, do you live around here?"

But after he asked the question, the old man fell silent again, as if he hadn't heard it at all.

Yang Ling and Yun'er exchanged a glance, feeling that the old man in front of them was somewhat strange.

While fishing, the old man also took the time to brew a cup of tea for them.

"There's a legend that there's a dragon in this lake. I've been fishing here for eighteen years, but I've never seen one."

The three sat in silence until the old man suddenly spoke.

Upon hearing this, Yang Ling looked up in confusion. What dragon? Aren't those legendary creatures? How could they be here?

"Perhaps the lake is just unpredictable and there is no dragon as rumored. Then the old man has been fishing here for eighteen years in vain."

Yang Ling chuckled and said that he didn't take the matter to heart.

"Who can argue with that? But I quite enjoy this kind of life."

The old man shook his head and continued fishing. Yang Ling felt that the old man was extremely strange. Could it be that he was trying to emulate Jiang Ziya?

Staying here was getting a bit boring. Since the purpose of this trip was to have fun, Yang Ling decided to get up and leave after sitting for a while.

But as soon as he stood up, the old man sighed.

Yang Ling glanced at him, somewhat puzzled, feeling as if she had seen the old man somewhere before.

"Your Highness, why are you in such a hurry to leave!"

Upon hearing this, Yang Ling trembled. This old man actually knew his identity.

"Does the senior know me?"

Yang Ling turned around and looked at the old man, a hint of solemnity flashing in his eyes.

"We've met once before. Has Your Highness forgotten me so quickly?"

Upon hearing the old man's words, Yang Ling immediately remembered him; no wonder the man seemed familiar.

This old fellow was one of the envoys from various countries when he last received them. He never expected that this old fellow would come here.

Moreover, judging from their appearance, it seemed like they were coming specifically for him. Yang Ling felt a chill run down his spine. Few people knew about his trip, so how did these guys get the news?

"Since it's you, sir, let's be frank and say what you want!"

Now that things have come to this, Yang Ling is naturally not too afraid. These people must have made thorough preparations to find this place.

Now that he has no one around, he cannot act rashly.

The old man chuckled, stood up, and unloaded his belongings.