nucmednet Chapter 167 Royal Family Members
Chapter 167 Royal Family Members
Upon hearing this, Master Wu's face stiffened even more. He gritted his teeth and glared at Yang Ling, wishing he could pounce on him and strangle the brat.
The King of Liangzhou is the current Ninth Prince. How could this person in front of him possibly know him? He is clearly being mocked.
Yang Ling seemed to see through Mr. Wu's thoughts and couldn't help but smile slightly, "What? You think I'm lying to you?"
Master Wu glared at Yang Ling through gritted teeth, but refused to admit that he knew the King of Liangzhou.
Suddenly, a commotion arose, and Yang Ling and the others looked in the direction of the sound.
When he saw who it was, Master Wu's expression changed drastically.
Yang Ling narrowed his eyes slightly. He looked closely and found that the person was Yang Wenyuan, whom he had not seen for a long time. There was also a young man in brocade robes standing next to him.
Yang Wenyuan led his men straight up to Master Wu, frowning slightly as he asked, "What were you yelling about just now?"
"I..." Master Wu began, but immediately changed his words, saying, "I was just sparring with this young master."
Upon hearing this, Yang Wenyuan's gaze shifted to Yang Ling. When he saw that familiar, handsome face, his eyes widened instantly, and he stared at Yang Ling in shock.
Isn't this that rebellious son? How did he end up here?
Yang Ling naturally noticed Yang Wenyuan as well. He smiled slightly and said, "I heard you went to the border. Why are you only coming back now?"
Upon hearing this, Yang Wenyuan's face turned from green to purple, then back to green again, and his hands clenched into fists.
Yang Ling, you unfilial son! How dare you show your face in front of me!
However, there were many people here, and he couldn't afford to clash with Yang Ling, so he said in a deep voice, "I just came back from the northern frontier."
"Oh~" Yang Ling drawled, raising his handsome eyebrows slightly, and said, "So, do you want to see my mother now? After all, it's been a long time since we last saw her."
Upon hearing this, Yang Wenyuan's expression stiffened. He glared at Yang Ling and gritted his teeth, saying, "I don't have time."
After saying that, he turned his gaze to Master Wu beside him and said in an unfriendly tone, "Master Wu, I have other matters to attend to today, so I will not keep you company any longer."
"Wait!" Yang Ling, who had been silent all along, suddenly spoke up, "Who is this young master beside you? Is he a relative of yours?"
“He is my friend,” Yang Wenyuan replied in a deep voice.
Yang Ling chuckled softly, his smile so radiant that it made his handsome face appear alluringly captivating, drawing all eyes to him.
Yang Wenyuan's expression changed slightly, and he asked with a gloomy face, "What are you laughing at?"
"I laugh at some people for getting worse every day," Yang Ling said without any hesitation.
Upon hearing this, Yang Wenyuan's eyes widened. "Who are you talking about?"
"hehe."
Yang Ling smiled faintly, then stood up and walked straight towards the teahouse not far away. "Let's go."
Watching Yang Ling's receding figure, Yang Wenyuan clenched his fists tightly, his eyes filled with the flames of anger.
He's been holding back for far too long. Sooner or later, he'll get his revenge on this bastard!
……
On the second floor of the teahouse, a group of playboys were talking loudly, but when they saw Yang Ling enter, they all shut their mouths and looked at him awkwardly.
Everyone present knew very well that Yang Ling was someone they were not to be trifled with.
Yang Ling seemed oblivious to the fearful expressions on everyone's faces and casually found a table to sit down.
He looked up and glanced around. This time, he made a point of observing carefully, but he didn't see the woman.
It seems that woman has already left the capital.
However, it's good that she left the capital, so that she won't have to run into her again.
"Young Master Yang," the Liu brothers bowed to Yang Ling, "I am Liu Yichen."
Yang Ling's gaze fell on Liu Yichen, and she said calmly, "Yang Ling."
Liu Yichen pursed his thin lips, hesitated for a moment, and then slowly asked, "Young Master Yang, are you really sure that the King of Liangzhou will attend the birthday banquet?"
Yang Ling smiled faintly: "Of course."
A complex emotion flashed across Liu Yichen's eyes. His father's words from last night came to mind. Finally, he sighed deeply and said, "So be it."
“Young Master Yang, my father said that if you need any help, just let me know. Although I am not very capable, I do know a few people in the capital.”
"Yes, I understand. Thank you, Prince Liu." Yang Ling nodded slightly, as if to express his gratitude for Liu Yichen's kindness.
"In that case, I'll get back to work now and we'll talk later."
"Very well, Young Master Liu, please proceed."
Liu Yichen nodded, then stepped towards the stairs.
Yang Ling picked up a glass of wine, sniffed it lightly, then gently swirled it twice before tilting his head back and drinking the wine down his throat, his eyes gleaming.
This wine tastes much worse than the last one I had; it seems he needs to switch wineries.
Just then, a familiar figure entered his field of vision. He frowned slightly, followed the figure with his gaze, and was immediately stunned.
The woman wore a pink dress, and her long, black hair was styled into a simple bun with a jade hairpin inserted in it, making her look fresh and lively.
Her face was small and delicate, her skin was like porcelain, and her pair of watery eyes were particularly captivating.
Yang Ling was somewhat surprised, because the woman in front of her was none other than Lin Wan'er.
Lin Wan'er ran towards Yang Ling with a joyful expression, a bright smile blooming on her face: "Young Master Yang, so you're here too."
She remembered running into Yang Ling here before, but she was so busy chatting with others that she forgot to greet Yang Ling. This time, she finally had the chance.
"Miss Lin." Yang Ling's gaze remained fixed on Lin Wan'er's face, his eyes flashing with an unfathomable light.
Lin Wan'er felt a little shy under Yang Ling's burning gaze. She lowered her head slightly, her pretty face flushed.
Yang Ling smiled lightly, concealing the coldness in her eyes, and her gentle voice was like a babbling brook, soothing and comforting.
"Miss Lin, I didn't expect we'd meet so soon."
A hint of embarrassment flashed in Lin Wan'er's eyes. She didn't know how to respond, so she could only stammer, "Yes."
Yang Ling smiled slightly and did not continue to press the matter. Instead, she turned her gaze to the square downstairs.
At this moment, a luxurious carriage slowly drove up from the bustling crowd on the street. The carriage was entirely black, made of pure gold, and decorated with dragons and phoenixes, making it look priceless.
Moreover, the top of the carriage is inlaid with countless gems, which shimmer brilliantly in the sunlight, as dazzling as the starry sky.
"Is this a carriage used in the palace?" Yang Ling frowned.
As far as he knew, the emperor only sent one batch of gifts to the Empress Dowager each year, while the rest of the rewards were distributed among the imperial family or officials. The horses used along the way were all professionally trained, but this carriage was so luxurious that it was obviously used by members of the royal family.
A cold glint flashed in Yang Ling's eyes. How could someone from the royal family be here?