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

Chapter 202 The Envoy's Chapter

"Oh? Is that so?" Yang Ling smiled slightly. "I'm waiting for that day to come."

Yang Ling is not afraid. He now has a strong and well-equipped army. Even if the Northern Desert Kingdom wants revenge, they will have to think twice.

Just as Yang Ling had predicted,

Three days later, the Northern Desert Kingdom sent an envoy with gifts.

"Your Highness's prowess remains undiminished! The soldiers of the Northern Desert Kingdom have always held Your Highness in high esteem!"

The envoy from the Northern Desert Kingdom was the same soldier who had been taught a lesson by Yang Ling last time.

He is kneeling down there now, not daring to lift his head.

After all, Yang Ling had been on the battlefield and killed enemies, and that kind of killing intent could not be concealed no matter what.

"Heh, they don't dare to attack?" Yang Ling asked, "So you were the ones who launched a sneak attack last time? You guys are really something!"

Yang Ling said this on purpose, just to see how the envoy would react.

"Yes... our King of the Northern Desert Kingdom said... if Your Highness... does not agree..." The envoy lowered his head again as he finished speaking.

Yang Ling frowned. Why was this guy so uncooperative? Couldn't he just say what he meant?

"The King of the Northern Desert Kingdom said that if Your Highness is willing to form a marriage alliance with us, he will promise that the two countries will live in peace from now on and will never fight any war again."

The envoy finally said those words.

Yang Ling was slightly taken aback. He hadn't expected the Northern Desert Kingdom to discuss a marriage alliance with him. He was the ninth prince, and the ninth prince of the Great Liang Kingdom at that.

"Your Highness, think about it. If there really is a marriage alliance, then Your Highness will be a prince of both our countries, with a much higher status than you are now. And your father would certainly be very happy, wouldn't he?"

The envoy continued.

However, no sooner had he finished speaking than a maid walked in from outside.

"Your Highness, the princess has arrived!" the maid said.

"Princess?" Yang Ling was slightly taken aback. Which princess was this? How come I didn't know when I had a younger sister?

"Ninth Brother!"

As soon as the maid finished speaking, a girl dressed in a purple dress walked in from outside.

And she was none other than Princess Yang, Yang Ling's fifteenth sister—Yang Ziyan.

Yang Ziyan is 17 years old this year, 6 years younger than Yang Ling. She has a gentle personality and is very kind to people, so she is well-liked by everyone.

"Fifteenth Sister, what brings you here?" Yang Ling was somewhat surprised. He hadn't expected his sister to come looking for him, especially at this time.

Yang Ziyan walked in, glanced at the envoy kneeling below, and said, "Ninth Brother, is this the envoy from the Northern Desert Kingdom?"

"Yes." Yang Ling nodded. "Is there something you need?"

"Ninth Brother, what do they want from you?" Yang Ziyan asked.

“Oh, the King of the Northern Desert Kingdom wants to form a marriage alliance with us, so he sent this envoy to discuss this matter,” Yang Ling said.

"A marriage alliance?" A smile suddenly appeared on Yang Ziyan's pretty face.

"Ninth Brother!" Yang Ziyan walked to Yang Ling's side, grabbed his arm, her pretty face slightly flushed, and said shyly:

"Then, Ninth Brother, are you willing?"

Yang Ling was stunned. What did Fifteenth Sister mean by that?

"Fifteenth Sister...you..." Yang Ling looked at Yang Ziyan's flushed cheeks, somewhat confused.

Yang Ziyan smiled slightly, took out a secret letter from her bosom, and handed it to Yang Ling without any hesitation.

Yang Ling paused for a moment, then took the letter, opened it, and read it.

When the kneeling envoy saw Yang Ziyan take out the letter, a smile appeared on his face, a smile full of smugness after his scheme had succeeded.

But after Yang Ling finished reading the letter, the expression on his face suddenly became very terrifying.

Yang Ling's lips twitched slightly. The contents of the letter angered him, but what he found even more hateful was that the writer was his closest relative.

“Ninth Brother, the contents of this letter are true, so… Ninth Brother, you should go back quickly,” Yang Ziyan said.

"Go back?" Yang Ling frowned. "Go back to where?"

“Of course it’s the Great Liang Kingdom!” Yang Ziyan said.

The Great Liang Kingdom?! Yang Ling was slightly taken aback.

Seeing that Yang Ling remained silent, Yang Ziyan continued anxiously.

“Going back now might still leave some room for maneuver, but if we miss the deadline, I’m afraid…” Yang Ziyan stopped there, not finishing her sentence.

However, Yang Ling could tell it.

If the time is too late, I'm afraid I'll be hunted down.

"Ninth Brother, don't you understand?" Yang Ziyan's voice carried a hint of helplessness.

"Fifteenth Sister, what do you mean by this?" Yang Ling frowned slightly, already having a rough idea of ​​what had happened.

"Ninth Brother, I don't ask you to do anything to me, I only ask that you return safely and leave this country." Yang Ziyan suddenly knelt on the ground and kowtowed to Yang Ling.

"Fifteenth Sister, get up quickly!" Yang Ling hurriedly helped Yang Ziyan up: "What happened?"

Yang Ziyan looked up at Yang Ling, bit her lip, and said:

“Ninth Brother, you have become a traitor to the Great Liang Kingdom. They no longer recognize you. So… you only have two choices now: either marry into the Northern Desert Kingdom or flee to another country and never set foot on the land of the Great Liang Kingdom again.”

Yang Ling frowned slightly, feeling a surge of anger: "Is this their idea?"

"Yes," Yang Ziyan nodded and said.

Yang Ling sneered, "What about my father? Does he agree with this opinion?"

“Father…” Yang Ziyan bit her lip and said, “Father said he can give you a choice, but you must leave the capital immediately.”

"Hmph." Yang Ling snorted coldly. These were indeed words that his father, the emperor, would say.

"Ninth Brother, you only have one way out now: leave this place! Although I don't understand why you came back here, I know you must have some purpose, so I beg you to go back quickly!" Yang Ziyan said.

Hearing this, Yang Ling was slightly taken aback. He suddenly thought of something!

"Fifteenth Sister..." Yang Ling asked, "You just said that I have two choices now, is that right?"

"Hmm." Yang Ziyan was slightly taken aback, then nodded.

"Fifteenth Sister, what if I say I don't want to choose either of them?" Yang Ling asked.

"You don't want to choose either?" Yang Ziyan was slightly taken aback. "Ninth Brother, then what do you want?"

Yang Ling glanced at the kneeling envoy, a wicked smile appearing on his lips.

“I will not accept their marriage alliance,” Yang Ling said with a smile.

The smile on the envoy's face froze when he heard Yang Ling's words.

But the next second, he suddenly had a bad feeling.

"Your Highness... what do you mean by this..." The envoy's expression was somewhat unpleasant, and his voice trembled slightly.

Yang Ling stood up, walked to the envoy's side, and looked down at him.

"Do you really think I, Yang Ling, would make such a foolish choice?" Yang Ling's voice carried a hint of murderous intent.