Quickly wear cannon fodder, just flip the table and feel great

Bu Shi'an came to the table and took a look at the grapes on the table. They were obviously not fresh. He took out the fresh Kyoho grapes he had stored in the previous plane from the system space with disgust.

He threw grapes into his mouth while complaining to the system.

"Is there any need to guess? The result is obvious."

"A modern person who actively proposes to change the status of women in current society and has high expectations for the person she sleeps with."

"And a new emperor who only knows how to pursue various kinds of love, but has no mercy on outsiders."

"It's only a matter of time before conflicts break out between them."

"What's more, the reason why the heroine Xi Feixue came to this world is related to Xia Yu's father. If she knew about this, the relationship between them would definitely be broken."

Bu Shian spat out the grape skins in his mouth, clapped his hands and collected the rest.

“When two people share a common goal and face obstacles together, their bond is stronger than gold.”

"But once these things disappear and life becomes quiet and boring, whether or not they can continue to be together depends entirely on the conscience of the two people."

"I don't think a man who buried his father's entire harem with him in order to cover up the truth would have any conscience."

"After all, before him, the Xia Kingdom never had a system of burying concubines with the deceased."

[Well, host, you are not here for any revenge or redemption mission, so it is unnecessary to care about the heroine.

After all, this is a feudal society. Host, with your status, you cannot overturn the table at will.

It would be best to follow the normal thinking of the cannon fodder survivors and fake your death, leaving and enjoying life in another country.

"Hey, you little bastard, are you teaching me how to do things?"

"The monarchy and patriarchy of feudal society would not allow me, as a subject or concubine, to overturn the table."

"Then I'll change myself into someone who can flip the table."

"I think the throne of Old Bi Deng is pretty good. If your whole family doesn't behave like human beings, then go away and become ghosts."

"The emperor changes every year, and this year it's my turn. I want the throne."

【??? Host, you can flip the table?

No, host, you want to rebel?!

No, even if you rebel, the original owner has an adopted son, and at the very least, he has a father and two brothers above him. How can you become the emperor?]

"Why can't I be one?"

"My adopted son is that old Bi Deng's son. Why would I rebel if he became the emperor? I could just poison Lao Deng and take the throne with my army."

"Besides, that little Bi Deng caused a lot of trouble for the original owner's family in order to seize the throne, and in the end, he even caused the original owner's family to be destroyed."

"Although Old Bi Deng was also motivated by his desire to clear the way for his beloved Third Son, Little Bi Deng's ambition and stupidity also played a role. I will not raise this rubbish son."

"As for the original owner's father and brother, they are indeed very powerful, but their brains are not suitable for being emperors."

"Of course, the most important thing is that if they become emperor, I will go from being a concubine of the previous dynasty to a princess of the new dynasty. That's not a demotion. I won't be demoted. I will move up. I think the position of emperor is good."

[…Actually, it’s just that you, the host, want to be the emperor yourself.]

"Nonsense, I'm not that kind of person."

Bu Shian had just refuted the system when the maid's voice came from outside.

"Your Majesty, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince requests an audience."

When Bu Shi'an heard the three words "Eldest Prince", his eyes lit up immediately.

"Oh, my cheap, trashy son has grown up. I was just about to think of a way to end the relationship when he showed up on his own initiative."

[Host, you are now the imperial concubine, don’t call yourself "I".

If someone were to overhear me saying this, our mission to survive in this world would be over.

"I know what's going on. I won't let anyone know until Old Bigeng is dragged off the throne."

"Besides, what if it leaks out? The worst that can happen is that we'll just rebel early."

"As for flipping the table, I'm not afraid of it being too big, I'm afraid it's not big enough."

The system was speechless.

If he had known this would happen, he would not have chosen this world.

It thought that the host of the ancient plane would give up overturning the table and go out with it to travel and rest, but in the end it underestimated the host's desire to cause trouble.

It should have known long ago that the host was a restless person.

After all, people call it Bu (Bu) Shi (Shi) An.

The system shut down, leaving Bu Shian smiling as he asked someone to invite the eldest prince in.

As soon as the eldest prince entered the room, he saw his adoptive mother, who had always been cold and aloof due to her weak health and usually liked to rest on the couch, sitting by the table and looking at him with a smile.

Somehow, a thin layer of sweat appeared on the eldest prince's back.

He thought that if he just cried a little to his adoptive mother this time, she would spare no effort to get his mother's family to help him.

As a result, now that neither of them had spoken, he suddenly felt like backing out.

I always feel that if I continue to stay, something bad will happen.

Thinking of this, the eldest prince immediately brainstormed for an excuse and spoke before Bu Shian could open his mouth.

"Mother, I am about to go out on official business and will not be back in Beijing for an exact time. I have come to inform you of this."

As he said this, he bowed and was about to leave the hall when Bu Shian stopped him.

"My prince, since you will be away for a while and your return date is uncertain, don't rush to leave the palace today. Just spend time with me."

"Luzhu, tell the kitchen that the eldest prince will be dining in this palace today and ask them to prepare his favorite food."

Bu Shian gave the order, and the maid who was called responded immediately.

"Yes, slave, go right away."

The words of the master and the servant made the eldest prince, who wanted to leave, completely at a loss.

If he mentions leaving again now, he will definitely be known as a disobedient person to his adoptive mother.

He was reluctant to give up the convenience brought by his adoptive mother's favor, and even more reluctant to give up the power and status of his mother's family.

He wanted to be the crown prince and the emperor.

Then he cannot lose Concubine Yuan as his supporter, nor can he let his reputation be damaged.

Today, even if his adoptive mother pointed at his nose and scolded him, or even hit him, he could not leave.

The eldest prince thought so and agreed to Bu Shian's arrangement.

If he knew the price of staying, he would definitely leave this magnificent Yuanchen Palace without thinking twice.

Unfortunately, no if.

The eldest prince stayed and tried his best to chat with Bu Shian.

He told Bu Shi'an about what was happening outside the palace and his good friends and retainers, and Bu Shi'an smiled cooperatively.

Everything seems so joyful.

The overly relaxed environment allowed the eldest prince to put aside his previous doubts.

Lunch arrived quickly, and the eldest prince personally served the food to Bu Shi'an to show his filial piety.

At the dinner table, the two of them looked exactly like a loving mother and filial son.

until.

"puff."

Bu Shi'an spat out a mouthful of blood after swallowing a mouthful of the dish prepared by the eldest prince.

The red and black blood contaminated the food on her plate, and the food the eldest prince had given her was the first to be contaminated.

Yuanchen Hall immediately fell into chaos.

Some people went to help Bu Shi'an, some ran out to call the imperial physician, and some went to the emperor's Qinzheng Hall to file a complaint.

Only the stunned eldest prince was left sitting there, the chopsticks in his hand making a crisp sound as they landed on the table.