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

Qin Huaimin had a faint smile on his lips as he looked at the Ninth Prince, who was about the same age as him. He was really puzzled. Why was he so powerful at the same age?

"Please come in. We can talk about this inside."

Yang Ling smiled calmly and gestured for them to proceed.

"Then excuse me."

Qin Huaimin didn't stand on ceremony and went straight into the tent. Yang Ling ordered someone to serve tea.

"Your Highness, I have come here today on behalf of my father to present you with a congratulatory gift."

"Gift?"

Yang Ling picked up her teacup, blew on the floating tea leaves, took a sip, and looked slightly lazy, seemingly completely unconcerned about Qin Huaimin's purpose.

"Your Highness truly lives up to your reputation as the greatest warrior of Liangzhou. Such a mighty and valiant man is rare in this world. My father greatly admires you, so he specially asked me to present you with a great gift on his behalf."

Qin Huaimin had a letter in his hand, which he placed on the table.

Yang Ling frowned slightly upon seeing this, picked up the envelope on the table, opened it, glanced at it, and a faint smile appeared on her lips.

"Your emperor is kind-hearted, but since you have this intention, why do such a futile thing? Now that war has already begun, do you still want to shake hands and make peace?"

Yang Ling folded the letter and placed it on the table, a cold smile playing on her lips.

Qin Huaimin seemed to have anticipated this outcome, and instead of panicking, he showed a calm smile.

He naturally knew that the peace talks wouldn't go so smoothly, since Yang Ling currently held the upper hand.

"The Ninth Prince probably doesn't want his victory to be taken away by others either. I've heard that His Highness the Crown Prince is eyeing it covetously. Right now, it's of utmost importance for our two countries to maintain good relations."

Qin Huaimin is now very clear that Yang Ling's relationship with the imperial court is not good. If the fighting continues like this, the situation he will face in the future is predictable.

However, as soon as he said that, Yang Ling laughed. He had never considered anything related to the imperial court.

Forget about the imperial court; whoever hinders your expansion of territory is your enemy.

"You just want peace, right? I can grant your request, but from now on you must pay tribute to Liangzhou and honor Liangzhou as a superior state."

Yang Ling spoke as if it were all perfectly natural, as if it were all a matter of course.

But little did he know that Qin Huaimin, standing opposite him, twitched his lips violently a few times. This guy was too shameless!

To expect them to respectfully address Liangzhou as a superior state is utterly absurd.

"The Ninth Prince's request is really excessive. If we agree to it, won't we lose all face?"

Qin Huaimin said through gritted teeth, he never expected Yang Ling to be such a presumptuous person.

I originally thought that the other party would agree to my conditions, but now it seems that this guy doesn't care about what I said at all, and even acts as if I should do it.

"Since you have no sincerity, why come here at all?"

Yang Ling picked up her teacup, blew on it, took a sip, and smiled.

He has made his meaning very clear: if the other party does not agree, then they should just start a war.

He didn't take this so-called sixth prince seriously at all, nor did he even take the State of Chu seriously.

Qin Huaimin's expression was rather unpleasant. This guy was really infuriating; how dare he show him such disrespect?

"Don't forget that my father is the emperor of a country. If you want to be on equal footing with him, you're just dreaming."

Qin Huaimin snorted coldly, feeling somewhat displeased.

"In that case, you should go back. We'll meet on the battlefield. It won't matter who wins or loses then."

After saying that, Yang Ling got up and left. He had no time to deal with these trivial matters.

As long as we can destroy the State of Chu, that will be enough.

"You, I agree, okay?!"

Seeing that his tough stance was getting him nowhere, Qin Huaimin figured it was better to back down for the sake of his country.

Yang Ling, who was standing in front, suddenly stopped, turned around, and had a faint smile on her face.

"It's good that you agreed."

He then ordered his men to escort Qin Huaimin out of the military camp.

After the carriage left, the smile on Yang Ling's face vanished instantly, and a cold glint flashed in her eyes.

"Send someone to keep an eye on him, and report any unusual activity immediately."

Yang Ling didn't believe these people would be so obedient; he was afraid they would inevitably take some action.

……

"Sixth Prince, that Ninth Prince is really going too far."

Inside the carriage, a middle-aged scholar gritted his teeth and said, he really couldn't understand why Yang Ling didn't give him any face at all, and why he had to be so high-profile and flamboyant.

"Forget it, the most important thing now is to form an alliance with Liang. As long as we can stop the Liang army's advance, we will have a chance to take Xiliang."

Qin Huaimin showed no anger on his face; instead, a faint smile played on his lips.

This kid is young, but his methods are really something else.

"Send a message back to Father Emperor, that we have reached an agreement on an alliance with Liang."

……

When Yang Ling returned to the capital in triumph, the entire Liangzhou was in shock. This Ninth Prince was increasingly exceeding their expectations.

"You are finally back!"

Just as Yang Ling returned to the manor, Li Ling'er and Princess Shangyang both appeared at the manor gate.

The two women exuded tension the moment they met, and when they saw Yang Ling return, they immediately clung to her.

The two men each held Yang Ling's arm on either side, as if Yang Ling were their family.

"What are you doing? You need to know your place. You're just a man from Qi. What are you trying to do with such a despicable act?"

Princess Shangyang's face was as cold as ice, her eyes fixed on Li Ling'er in front of her.

"So what? I've known the Ninth Prince since we were kids, didn't you know that?"

Li Ling'er made no attempt to hide her feelings, and the two women faced off against each other, leaving Yang Ling looking helpless.

Sometimes, being too charming can be a mistake!

"Your Highness, you've finally returned! I heard you achieved a great victory in the north; congratulations!"

At this moment, An Yu's voice came from behind. Yang Ling turned around, glanced at her, and smiled slightly.

This guy came at just the right time; he's helped me solve this problem.

"Your Highness has returned. Let's go inside quickly."

As An Yu spoke, she pulled Yang Ling's arm over, her eyes filled with a smile.

Yang Ling nodded; he was indeed quite tired.

The group headed towards the mansion, but Yang Ling suddenly stopped just before entering.