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

Chapter 224 Birthday

Today is Yang Yu's birthday, and Yang Ling plans to celebrate with him.

"Hey, Yang Ling!" Just then, a slightly excited voice suddenly rang out from behind.

Hearing the shout, Yang Ling turned around and saw a young man who was about twenty years old, wearing a brocade robe and with a rather handsome appearance.

"You know me?" Yang Ling asked, puzzled.

"Of course I know him," the young man in the brocade robe said with a grin.

"Then why do you know me?" Yang Ling asked again.

"Hehe." The young man in the brocade robe smiled mysteriously and said, "Guess."

Yang Ling rolled her eyes, too lazy to pay him any attention, and continued walking forward.

"Hey, how can you be so rude, daring to ignore me!" The young man in the brocade robe chased after Yang Ling relentlessly, grabbed him by the collar, and said fiercely, "You brat, explain yourself clearly, are you Yang Yu or not?"

"No," Yang Ling said without hesitation, shaking his head. He had absolutely no interest in the matter.

"Hmph, I knew it. How could you be Yang Yu? Although we brothers look alike, the difference between us is huge," the young man in the brocade robe said with a cold snort.

"Let go!" Yang Ling shouted coldly.

"Hehe, I won't let go. Unless you tell me who you really are, don't even think about shaking me off," the young man in the brocade robe said with a laugh.

"Slap!" Yang Ling slapped away the hand of the young man in the brocade robe that was grabbing his collar.

"Ouch, that hurts so much!" The young man in the brocade robe grimaced as he covered his swollen cheek. "You actually hit me?"

"Get lost!" Yang Ling said irritably. "If you don't get lost, I'll kill you."

“You…” The young man in the brocade robe was taken aback, then stared angrily at Yang Ling.

He was Li Fei, the third young master of the prefectural governor's mansion. His father was a fourth-rank official, and he could do whatever he wanted in Nanyang Prefecture. No one dared to mess with him.

Normally, who wouldn't be obsequious and respectful when they see him?

But today he encountered someone even more arrogant and domineering than himself, which made him very indignant.

"You'd better let go obediently, or I guarantee you'll crawl out of this street crying." Yang Ling said coldly, her eyes narrowed, her tone revealing a hint of chill.

"Wow, I'm so scared! You scared me to death, boohoo..." Li Fei exclaimed dramatically, then quickly let go of Yang Ling's collar and ran away.

Watching Li Fei flee in disarray, Yang Ling curled her lip and said, "Coward."

Then Yang Ling left.

……

On the other side, Zhao Wulong was leisurely strolling along the street.

Suddenly, Zhao Wulong stopped in his tracks, looked ahead, and frowned. Within his line of sight, a young man stood on the side of the street, holding a folding fan, looking elegant and dashing.

Zhao Wulong cursed inwardly, "That damned guy stole my thunder again. I am the young master of the Prefect's Mansion, how can I be inferior to a country bumpkin?"

Thinking of this, Zhao Wulong quickened his pace and walked towards Yang Ling.

Yang Ling seemed to sense something and looked up at Zhao Wulong's location.

Zhao Wulong strode up to Yang Ling, looked him up and down, then showed a look of disgust and said, "Who are you? What brings you to our Anyang City?"

"Who do you care who I am?" Yang Ling curled her lip and said, "Who are you? Why are you blocking my way?"

"How dare you speak to me like that? Believe me or not, I'll kick you out!" Zhao Wulong said coldly.

"Are you sure you want to kick me out?" Yang Ling blinked and said with a playful expression.

“Of course,” Zhao Wulong said arrogantly.

"Then let's give it a try," Yang Ling said casually, shrugging his shoulders.

"You're asking for it!" Zhao Wulong roared in anger, reaching out his hand to teach Yang Ling a lesson.

"boom!"

Just then, Yang Ling threw a punch, which landed squarely on Zhao Wulong's nose, causing blood to flow freely from Zhao Wulong's nose.

Zhao Wulong was stunned. He had actually been beaten up?

"Damn it, I'll fight you to the death!" Zhao Wulong roared angrily after realizing what had happened, raising his fist to punch Yang Ling.

However, before his fist could even touch Yang Ling, it was caught by Yang Ling.

"Crack!"

With a single grip of Yang Ling's claw, Zhao Wulong's arm dislocated instantly, causing him to scream in agony, tears and snot streaming down his face as he wailed in pain.

"You lowly commoner! My father is the magistrate of Anyang County! If you dare to harm me, my father will never let you get away with it!" Zhao Wulong roared in anguish.

"Slap!" Yang Ling slapped him again, then said calmly, "I don't care who your father is!"

"Slap! Slap! Slap!" Yang Ling slapped Zhao Wulong repeatedly, each slap delivered with full force. Soon, Zhao Wulong's cheeks turned bright red, and his lips became vividly red.

"You dare hit me!" Zhao Wulong roared.

"Slap! Slap! Slap!" Yang Ling slapped Zhao Wulong five or six more times, making Zhao Wulong see stars.

"I'm going to kill you!" Zhao Wulong roared, his eyes bloodshot and his face contorted in a terrifying grimace.

"Slap! Slap!" Yang Ling slapped Zhao Wulong again, then said coldly, "If you say another word, I'll kill you right now."

Zhao Wulong was startled by Yang Ling's gloomy gaze, and his body couldn't help but tremble.

"Get lost." Yang Ling waved his hand, then turned and left.

Watching Yang Ling's departing figure, Zhao Wulong gritted his teeth, stomped his foot angrily, then covered his cheek and fled in a sorry state.

After leaving the restaurant, Yang Ling did not return to the inn, but instead headed straight for a luxurious mansion in the west of the city.

This luxurious mansion is located in the southwest corner of Anyang City. It covers a vast area and has pavilions, waterside terraces, gardens, and rockeries. It is like a small palace and extremely luxurious.

Yang Ling arrived at the main hall of the mansion, a hall with extremely exquisite decorations, elegant furnishings, and a magnificent atmosphere.

After arriving in the hall, Yang Ling casually found a chair and sat down, waiting for certain people to arrive.

Before long, the door creaked open, and an old man slowly walked into the hall, followed by several middle-aged servants who were all very respectful.

"Greetings, young master!" The old man, accompanied by several middle-aged servants, came before Yang Ling and knelt down in unison.

"You may all get up!" Yang Ling waved her hand, then picked up the teacup on the table and took a sip.

"Thank you, young master!" the old man said respectfully with his servants.

"Speak, what do you want from me?" Yang Ling put down his teacup and asked the old man kneeling on the ground.

"Reporting to young master, I have heard that you have severely injured Young Master Wang Shijie. The head of the Wang family is furious and has ordered me to invite you back," the old man said respectfully, his head bowed.

Yang Ling raised an eyebrow and sneered, "Heh, is this a threat?"