After the system set its sights on the dragon throne, the princess started courting death every day.

Xiang Xin did not answer, her scrutinizing gaze remaining fixed on him.

"I understand since you don't say anything. Taking revenge on court officials is indeed a difficult task. I have other matters to attend to, so I'll take my leave now."

wrong.

This plan to get closer to Xiang Xin is wrong.

"Stop." The long, drawn-out voice was lazy and languid. Xiang An stopped in his tracks, but didn't dare turn around to see what expression was on Xiang Xin's face. After a long while, a hot summer breeze blew in and said, "I'll help."

—It's done.

“Okay.” Xiang An turned around and looked at him with bright eyes. “Tomorrow, I will send a vase. Three days later, you will find a way to send the vase into Ping Le Kang’s warehouse. After that, leave everything to me.”

Xiang Xin was skeptical: "That's it?"

Xiang An: "That's it." If I didn't want to get closer to you, I would have done the vase delivery myself. Why would I need you to do it?

No, he has to do it.

Ping Le Kang was a brothel. Although it was rare for women in the Yuan Kingdom to sell themselves, it was not so convenient for an unmarried woman to go in and out of a brothel, especially such a special place as a storeroom.

Take the princess's storeroom as an example. Because there are too many things, there are two storerooms. Xiao Ru and Sun Yi each manage one storeroom. In addition to needing two keys to open them, there are guards patrolling the storerooms day and night. If you are not a familiar face, it is difficult for ordinary people to enter.

"I've changed my mind, I won't do it."

"You weren't just now..." This man's attitude changed like flipping through a book, his story changing every few minutes.

"What are you going to do? How do you do it? I have no idea. Why should I blindly help you? If you work for someone else, at least you'll know why you died. But working for your own sister... I'll die without even knowing why." Xiang Xin gave him a meaningful look.

"The important thing is the vase; I won't even need to lift a finger afterward." Xiang An frowned, trying to persuade him. After all, the person in front of him was ruthless, having cut open a baby's abdomen just to refine pills; he really didn't dare let him get too involved.

"You don't need to help?" Xiang Xin repeated the words, a sudden smirk appearing on her lips. A discordant cunning glint appeared in her gentle, refined eyes. She raised her hand and patted An's head with satisfaction. "Not bad, you're really a good sister to your brother. You've grown up."

Xiang An grabbed his sleeve, asking anxiously, "What are you going to do? Are you going to ruin my plans?"

"How could that be?" Xiang Xin gently brushed her hand away, squinted his eyes, and smiled contentedly. "You are my sister, and I am your brother. The two of us are the only people in this world who can trust each other."

Xiang An didn't respond to that. She didn't believe it.

abnormal.

She began to seriously consider whether her approach to him was right or wrong; they now felt they were playing with fire and dancing on the edge of a knife.

Without realizing it, his hand reached for the dagger in his pocket, thinking: Why not just stab him to death and start a five-dragon struggle for the throne? It would be a good opportunity for me to test just how difficult the hellish difficulty level really is.

Suddenly, a slender, jade-white hand gently patted An's shoulder, and a devilish whisper rang in her ear: "Little sister, don't even think about hiding it from your brother, or your brother will beat you up."

Xiang An was taken aback, then smiled brightly and pointed to the bundle on the table: "Of course I wouldn't hide it from you, brother. You've brought me so much medicine, I'm more than grateful to you, why would I hide it from you?"

"Delivering medicine?"

"You didn't send it?"

Xiang Xin raised an eyebrow, a hint of amusement in her eyes. With a flick of her index finger, she easily untied the knot on the bundle, revealing the bottles and jars inside.

"Wow—I didn't know until I opened it, and it really was sent by me."

That tone of voice, that exaggerated, fake performance...

Anyone with ears could tell from the sound that the medicine wasn't delivered by him!

Instantly, Xiang An's face flushed red. She quickly rewrapped the bundle, but Xiang Xin pressed one hand on it to stop her from moving, saying, "I see that many of these medicine bottles have been opened. Don't tell me that you used the medicine without knowing who sent it or where it came from?"

Xiang An remained silent.

Xiang Xin said indifferently, "Idiot."

"Don't worry, you won't be responsible if I die." Xiang An was full of shame and tried to snatch the bundle back from his hands. "You just need to remember to deliver the vase on time - what are you doing, let go."

Xiang Xin didn't let go, but instead grabbed her wrist with his free hand, and said as he led her out, "Since you're so brainless and take medicine randomly, and you're so eager to die, I've thought about it. Rather than letting you die at the hands of others or going through all the trouble to die yourself, I'd rather send you on your way myself."

Inside the residence of Marquis Anwu.

The garden was full of flowers blooming under the scorching summer sun. A erratic breeze crashed into the flower stamens, knocking petals to the ground. Then, carrying the fragrance of the flowers and the petals, it hurriedly fled, only to bump into Fu Qingbai. It was forced to stop its escape and floated lightly, swirling as it landed on the water's surface, creating ripples.

Sitting quietly on the stone steps by the pond, Fu Qingbai held a box of fish food in one hand and casually sprinkled some into the water from time to time with the other, attracting the fish in the pond to chase and roll around.

"Young master." A graceful maidservant approached, carrying a wooden box, and stood quietly to the side.

Fu Qingbai didn't lift his eyelids, but kept throwing fish food into the water.

The maid's smile remained unchanged: "The Old Madam heard that you have recently sent out a lot of Lingnan ointment and was worried that you might not have enough ointment on hand, so she specially ordered me to send some over."

Fu Qingbai remained motionless, only saying, "Take it back."

The maid bit her lip, her ten fingers gripping the lid of the box until her fingertips turned white, and she mustered her courage to say, "Young master, are you injured? You have been taking too much medicine lately, and the old lady is very worried. She tosses and turns day and night, unable to sleep, and often gets up at night to lean against the headboard and silently shed tears. It breaks my heart to see her like this."

Fu Qingbai paused in her hand as she tossed fish food, then tilted her head to look at her: "Has the physician gone to examine Grandmother?"

The maid bit her lip, on the verge of tears: "I've seen him. The physician said he has a lot on his mind and prescribed some calming medicine."

Fu Qingbai felt displeased: A woman like this should be at home as a maid. How can a maid like this serve her grandmother well?

But life is tough for women these days. If she were to be casually sent away from her grandmother to another place, the servants in the household would surely take advantage of her misfortune.

trouble.

If Xiang An were in this situation, how would she handle it? Would she foolishly give her a hundred taels of silver? Find her another kind master? Or find a nanny to toughen her up?

In the long silence, the maid's courage had completely vanished: "Young master..."

Fu Qingbai shifted his gaze from the fish food to the fish in the water: "Understood."

"Young master, if you are injured..."

"Go back."

It was so light, like a feather, yet it felt like an immense weight to the maid's ear.

Her tearful eyes gazed at the man before her with heartbreaking sorrow. His black brocade robe accentuated his figure, and a fine leather belt cinched his waist neither too tight nor too loose. His thin eyelids shone in the sunlight, appearing as thin as paper, which made his dark eyes appear as calm as a deep pool.

When you inadvertently meet those eyes, they are unfathomably black, as if you are standing on a bottomless cliff that you could fall into at any moment.