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

Looking at the huge lanterns hanging above the city, Yang Yi couldn't help but exclaim in admiration.

Yang Ling nodded, her gaze falling on the city wall.

There were many guards on the city wall, more than twenty in total.

These twenty-odd people all exuded a faint aura, clearly indicating that they possessed martial arts skills.

However, for Yang Ling, it was not a threat at all.

"Send down the order: attack the city!"

Yang Ling drew his sword and pointed it at the city wall, coldly issuing the order.

"Yes!"

Yang Yi roared and led his men toward the city gate.

At the same time, the city gate suddenly opened, and a troop of heavily armored cavalry rushed out and blocked the gate.

"Fire arrows!"

In an instant, countless arrows flew towards where Yang Ling was.

The archers on the city wall quickly drew their bows, and countless arrows flew towards Yang Ling and the others.

A dense barrage of arrows rained down on Yang Ling's army, terrifying the men below to the point of turning pale.

"Protect His Highness!"

Yang Yi roared and swung his blade, cutting down countless arrows.

"Protect His Highness the Ninth Prince!"

The crowd roared in unison, surrounding Yang Ling in the center.

Yang Ling, his handsome face tense, looked up at the city wall.

At this moment, on the city tower, an old man sat upright in a chair, looking down at Yang Ling.

"Yang Ling, I know you are powerful, even the great general of Southern Chu is no match for you, but remember, you are destined to die here today because you have met me."

When the old man on the city wall said these words, Yang Ling frowned slightly. It was the first time he had ever seen someone so reckless.

"I don't care about your background. I'm giving you a chance now. Obediently roll down and kneel on the ground to surrender, or I'll show you what a nightmare is!"

A cold, murderous smirk curled at the corner of Yang Ling's lips.

"Hahaha!" The old man laughed loudly, "Yang Ling, no wonder His Majesty banished you from the palace. Such a junior is so arrogant, he has utterly disgraced our Great Liang!"

Yang Ling didn't speak, but just looked at the old man coldly.

"Today, I'll show you what true suffering is."

The old man roared and slammed his hand on the city wall. A short blade flew out from his sleeve and headed straight for Yang Ling's head.

Yang Ling dodged lightly, thus avoiding the sneak attack of the short blade.

"call out!"

Another dagger came flying at him, but Yang Ling dodged it to the side, snatched the old man's dagger, and then pushed him to the ground.

Yang Ling raised her foot and stomped hard on the old man's chest, knocking him to the ground.

The old man roared in pain and struggled to his feet.

Yang Ling looked at him coldly and said sarcastically, "I could take care of a hundred of you."

Upon hearing this, the old man's beard trembled with anger. He glared at Yang Ling resentfully, then leaped up and charged at Yang Ling once more.

Yang Ling pursed her lips into a thin line, watched the old man rushing towards her again, raised the dagger in her hand, and went straight for the old man.

The dagger pierced the old man's arm precisely, and bright red blood flowed out.

The old man grimaced in pain, but gritted his teeth and said, "Yang Ling! Today I'm not only going to take your life, but I'm also going to ruin your damned title of Ninth Prince. Just you wait and see!"

Yang Ling snorted coldly and said disdainfully, "You're nothing but a mere ant! You're not worthy!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he moved and plunged the dagger into the old man's abdomen again.

"Pfft!"

The old man clutched his stomach, spitting out a mouthful of blood, and glared at Yang Ling with resentment. "Yang Ling, even if I become a vengeful ghost, I will haunt you and make you suffer for all eternity!"

"Heh, I've seen plenty of your kind."

Yang Ling snorted coldly, "Kill him."

Yang Yi received Yang Ling's order and, without hesitation, drew his sword and plunged it into the old man's throat, ending his life.

The old man's eyes widened, his face contorted in rage as he collapsed, his eyes filled with resentment.

"Your Highness, who is this?"

Yang Yi withdrew his hand and asked with a frown.

Yang Ling glanced indifferently at the corpse. "These were the secret guards left behind by my father. It is said that they used to be the Imperial Guards, but they were later expelled from the palace for some reason."

When Yang Ling got to this point, she suddenly paused. This person must also be someone sent by the Crown Prince, trying to play tricks and scare her.

"I'll send the head to my elder brother, the Crown Prince, so he can have a good look at it."

After Yang Ling finished speaking, he turned and left. No one could stop him from doing what he wanted to do. After he destroyed the Chu Kingdom, he would go and catch up with the Crown Prince.

……

Meanwhile, upon receiving the news, Yang Shan's expression changed drastically. "Useless! Useless! They're all useless!"

"Your Highness, I am useless. Please forgive me!"

A man in black knelt on the ground and said respectfully.

"Get out!"

The prince roared, and everything in the room was swept to the ground, shattering into pieces.

"Guards, drag him away and beat him to death with sticks!"

"Yes!"

Two guards entered the room, grabbed the man in black by the collar, and dragged him outside.

"Your Highness, spare me! Your Highness, spare me!"

The man in black panicked and hurriedly begged for mercy.

But the Crown Prince showed no mercy whatsoever.

Soon, a series of pitiful screams rang out from outside.

"Your Highness, please forgive me! I was truly wrong!"

"boom!"

With a muffled thud, the man in black stopped shouting, and the room returned to silence.

"Useless! They're all useless!"

The crown prince was trembling with anger. He had sent out so many experts so far, but none of them had succeeded.

"Your Highness, what should we do now?"

A civil official stood beside him, his face showing worry.

"Humph!"

The crown prince snorted coldly and remained silent for a long time.

“Now that my ninth brother’s power has grown considerably, it’s time to deal with him using some respectable methods.”

"But wouldn't that cause upheaval in the court?"

The civil official said with concern.

"so what!"

A cold glint flashed in the crown prince's eyes. "I am the rightful heir! Who dares to challenge me?"

After saying that, he stood up and slowly walked to the window.

Looking at the scenery in the distance, a cold glint appeared in his eyes. "Yang Ling, others may fear that you are the Ninth Prince, but I do not. When you fail, I'll see who can save you!"

After saying this, he took a deep breath, picked up a pen, wrote a few lines on the paper, blew the ink dry, and handed it to the civil official next to him.

"Send it out to me right now!"

"Yes!"

The civil official left in a hurry.

The crown prince, meanwhile, leaned against the soft couch, his eyes closed in rest, a strange light appearing on his face. Anyone who dared to challenge him for the throne would be killed without hesitation.

A person who can drive you out of the palace is absolutely incapable of standing in front of you.

……