PNB Chapter 250 Return safely
Chapter 250 Return safely
Yang Ling turned to look at her, remained silent, and lowered her eyes to ponder what to do.
After a while, the head of the guards led Yang Ling toward the palace.
"Young Master, His Majesty sent someone to Jiangnan this morning, and they haven't returned yet. Would you like to wait?" The head guard cautiously reminded him, "If His Majesty returns to the capital, he will surely summon you for an audience."
“It’s alright,” Yang Ling said. “Just take me there.”
"Yes."
The head of the guards dared not object and respectfully led the way for him.
Although he didn't know who this young master was, anyone who could be personally escorted by Prince Zhao must be either rich or noble.
Fortunately, he did not anger the young master, so he was not afraid of him.
The two arrived outside the imperial study. A guard knocked on the door, and a dignified voice came from inside: "Come in."
Yang Ling followed the head of the guards inside and saw a man in his forties sitting on the dragon throne. He was wearing a bright yellow dragon robe, with jade pendants and gold plaques at his waist. He had a handsome and refined appearance, and his brows revealed a resolute and domineering aura.
Yang Ling cupped his hands and said, "Your subject pays respects to Your Majesty."
The emperor raised his hand and said, "No need for formalities, rise."
Yang Ling straightened up, her eyes revealing undisguised disgust as she looked at the emperor.
This aversion is real, and even stronger than in the previous life; it seems to have seeped into the marrow and the depths of the soul, and will never dissipate.
Yang Ling suppressed his disgust, looked up at the emperor, and asked, "Your Majesty, what important matter has you summoned me for?"
The emperor glanced at him, secretly shocked.
He knew that the Yang family had a son named Yang Jinxuan, but he had always been unwilling to acknowledge Yang Jinxuan's identity.
He always felt that this son was a disgrace and unworthy of being called "my son".
He sent someone to assassinate this good-for-nothing, but the good-for-nothing ended up assassinating him instead, and even capturing him.
Later, Yang Jinxuan's mother was sent to the palace by Yang Jinxuan's grandfather and became his woman, and Yang Jinxuan became his nephew.
Yang Ling's information was presented to his desk, and he looked at it with extremely mixed feelings.
He never expected that his cowardly and useless son would have such courage and strategy; even he had to admire him.
pity……
Yang Ling frowned when he saw that the emperor remained silent for a long time.
Could it be that they intend to confine him in the palace?
Such a thought flashed through Yang Ling's mind, but she immediately rejected it.
Given the power of the Prince Zhao's mansion, coupled with Yang Ling's special status, the matter could be resolved without the emperor's intervention.
The emperor looked at Yang Ling and suddenly smiled: "You resemble someone."
Yang Ling was stunned.
The emperor continued, "Your features are very similar to his."
Yang Ling was silent for a moment before slowly nodding, "Yes, I do look a lot like him."
The emperor's gaze softened considerably: "Since you are his child, you should call me uncle, but I failed to take good care of your mother, causing her to die with resentment."
He paused for a moment, then continued, "I promised your mother that I would treat you well and make up for her regrets."
Yang Ling lowered her eyes and remained silent.
These words sounded quite touching, but in reality, he didn't trust the emperor's words at all.
Yang Ling knew better than anyone what kind of person this was.
"Go back first. Once I've thought it through, I'll order someone to summon you to the palace."
Yang Ling looked up at him, her gaze cold and distant: "No need, I'll just stay here and wait."
The emperor frowned and rebuked him unhappily, "Nonsense!"
Yang Ling neither confirmed nor denied it.
"I order you to leave the palace immediately and return to your residence!" The emperor's attitude was firm. "If you insist on not leaving, I will have no choice but to issue a decree!"
"Issue an imperial decree? Ha." Yang Ling scoffed. "Does His Majesty intend to place me under house arrest in the Prince's residence?"
The emperor was stunned for a moment, then roared, "Insolence!"
Yang Ling looked at him indifferently, without backing down in the slightest.
"Guards, take him away!" the emperor roared.
Upon hearing this, two guards stepped forward to capture Yang Ling.
Suddenly, a series of hurried footsteps approached, and then Prince Zhao burst in.
"stop!"
Prince Zhao rushed over and stopped Yang Ling, saying to the emperor, "Father, please calm down. A-Ling is still young. Please forgive her!"
Prince Zhao had his head down, his face was slightly pale, and sweat was beading on his forehead, clearly because he had rushed over.
The emperor's gaze swept over his legs, his expression softening slightly, but he still said irritably, "Third son, don't forget, you're not a child anymore. You can't act as rashly as before."
Prince Zhao said bitterly, "Yes, Father Emperor is right."
Seeing this, the emperor's expression finally softened a little, and he ordered his attendants, "Help the imperial physician treat the Third Prince's injuries."
Two guards supported Prince Zhao's arms. Prince Zhao turned his head to look at Yang Ling, coughed lightly, and gestured for him to leave quickly.
Yang Ling pursed her lips and followed the guard out of the imperial study.
He stopped at the door and, with his back to Prince Zhao, said, "Third Brother, thank you."
Prince Zhao's heart skipped a beat. He opened and closed his mouth, but in the end, he said nothing and turned to leave with his guards.
He didn't want Ah Ling to misunderstand anything, but he couldn't tell him the truth.
Perhaps he made the wrong choice.
Yang Ling left the palace and returned to the Yang Prince's residence.
As soon as he stepped into the hall, he sensed that the atmosphere was strange.
The crowd froze for a moment, then knelt down in unison.
"Greetings, Your Highness."
Yang Ling looked at his subordinates, his gaze landing on one of them, and asked in confusion, "What are you doing?"
Yang Jingyang stood up, gave him a standard military salute, and said, "Greetings, Your Highness. This humble general is under orders to investigate Your Highness's assassination attempt."
Yang Ling suddenly realized that he was suspected of being the murderer.
However, Yang Jingyang was ordered to investigate the matter, and he could not stop it.
"How do you want to investigate?" Yang Ling asked.
Yang Jingyang ordered his men to surround him and said, "This subordinate will search him."
Yang Ling raised an eyebrow but remained silent.
Yang Jingyang added, "This humble general guarantees that he will absolutely not touch His Highness, much less disrespect him."
Yang Ling remained silent.
Although these people were loyal to him, no one could guarantee that they wouldn't do something reckless in this matter.
Seeing that he hesitated to agree, Yang Jingyang frowned and said, "This humble general knows what Your Highness is worried about. Your Highness, please rest assured, this humble general is just conducting a routine inspection."
Yang Ling glanced at him and said casually, "Whatever."
Then she stretched out her hand and let them search her.
After searching behind them, Yang Ling found that they hadn't taken anything, and she immediately breathed a sigh of relief.
Seeing this, Yang Jingyang couldn't help but remind him, "Your Highness, it's time for you to leave."
"I know." Yang Ling nodded and looked at Yang Jinglin. "Uncle, I'll come to see you another day."
Yang Jinglin nodded.
After leaving the Yang Prince's residence, Yang Ling went straight to the Zhao Prince's residence.
When he arrived at the Prince Zhao's residence, it was already noon, the time for lunch, and the maids and servants inside were busy preparing the meal.