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

It's more than just madness.

It's outrageous.

The contents of the paper were so detailed that it was as if they had dug up Wei Wenrun's ancestors from their graves and recounted their stories.

Besides, if they investigate, they can investigate secretly. Who would find out and then give it to someone else?

The messenger was far too audacious.

"Princess, I will go and burn the letter right away."

This letter was hotter than a hot potato in my hand.

"No need, prepare the horses." Xiang An lowered her eyes and carefully folded the paper. "I am leaving the palace."

She wanted to ask the messenger what exactly he meant.

Hearing that Xiang An meant she knew who sent the letter, Xiao Ling responded and hurriedly went to the stable, lifting her skirt.

The carriage soon stopped outside an inconspicuous side gate. Xiang An instructed Xiao Ling to wait for her in the carriage, while she herself put on her veil, took a bundle, got off the carriage, and went to knock on the door herself.

A servant quickly came to open the side gate. Xiang An didn't say anything, but just handed over the bundle in his hand. The servant glanced at the bundle briefly and then ran away.

A short while later, a different guard arrived. The guard didn't say much, but opened the side gate and respectfully welcomed Xiang An inside.

In the flower hall, the sandalwood tables and chairs exuded a faint fragrance. Several lotus buds, accompanied by a few lotus leaves, were placed diagonally in a long-necked white porcelain vase, standing gracefully with an air of aloofness and pride.

A white robe with a red lotus pattern hangs gently, swaying on either side of black boots. A white jade belt with openwork is tightly tied around the waist, with a delicate silver bell attached to it.

Good-looking, handsome. Xiang An's eyes lit up.

"Greetings, Princess Miankang." Fu Qingbai bowed steadily.

"Sit down, there's no need for formalities." Xiang An tapped his fingers lightly on the table, drawing Fu Qingbai's gaze to the bundle and papers on it. "Did you send all of these?"

Fu Qingbai replied, "Yes."

They are quite open and honest.

Xiang An said, "I was right."

Fu Qingbai couldn't quite figure out what she meant, so he didn't reply. He just stared at her intently. Her dark pupils were as black and deep as ink dots, but they weren't lifeless like ink dots. Instead, they were full of affection and sincerity, as deep as the sea, capable of appreciating all the beauty of the world, yet as shallow as a still pond, only able to hold one person.

Seeing his innocent and clueless look, Xiang An was furious. "Why did you give me this? Who asked you to give me this? Do I need this little thing from you? Didn't I tell you last time that we should see each other less or not at all? Can't you understand?"

Xiang An really didn't want to see him or talk to him. Firstly, to avoid suspicion, and secondly, there was nothing to see or talk about. If it weren't for the system, Xiang An believed that the two of them should be like two parallel lines, living their lives on their own trajectories.

She had already acted completely aloof, but Fu Qingbai seemed not to understand or comprehend it, stubbornly insisting on coming headlong into her life, causing these two parallel lines to intersect in ways that shouldn't exist.

Fu Qingbai lowered his eyes to look at the porcelain bottle in the bundle and said softly, "I know the princess has nothing to lack."

Xiang An remained silent, observing him coldly.

A beautiful arc flashed before their eyes—Fu Qingbai threw away his bundle.

The general, who had spent years wielding a sword and slaying enemies, possessed extraordinary strength. The bundle flew from this courtyard over the high wall and landed heavily in the neighboring courtyard, while the porcelain vase shattered upon hitting the ground.

The next moment, Fu Qingbai picked up the paper and lit it with the candlelight burning in the corner.

The firelight from the burning paper in his hand illuminated Fu Qing's fair and handsome features.

He said resolutely, "Princess, you may handle it this way next time."

"Fu Qingbai! You know perfectly well that's not what I meant." Xiang An was burning with anger. Did she not know how to handle this situation, instead of needing him to demonstrate?

She was afraid that Fu Qingbai's repeated approach would disturb her peace of mind.

"How can I show you care without making you angry?"

"leave me alone."

The two looked at each other in silence for a long time.

After a long pause, Fu Qingbai said hoarsely, "Princess, could you please explain the reason?"

He needs a lie to convince himself, whether it's fabricated, fake, or deceitful, it doesn't matter.

Xiang An thought to himself, what reason could there be, what reason could he need? The two of them were not from the same era, so there was a big problem with their thinking.

Countless thoughts raced through his mind, and finally he said to An, "The prince consort has no real power."

She silently praised the reason in her heart, saying it was great, legal, compliant, and justified.

Fu Qingbai was speechless for a long time.

Power is like honey mixed with arsenic—sweet yet poisonous. Few in the world can truly remain unaffected by the poison, just as no one easily relinquishes power and loses the sweetness of its benefits. Fu Qingbai is no exception.

It was a reaction that most people would expect, but when it actually happened to Fu Qingbai, Xiang An still felt a little bittersweet.

Simply put, Fu Qingbai is handsome. And it would indeed be a pity to reject a man who is good-looking, capable, has a good personality, and a respectable job.

However, she's not bad either.

Xiang An coughed lightly and turned his back. "Well... don't bother sending any more. Don't worry, whether you send any or not, I won't abandon you. Just send someone to find me if you need anything."

As she spoke and walked out, just as she was about to step across the threshold, Fu Qingbai behind her suddenly asked, "Princess, who discovered the things I sent these past few days?"

Xiang An paused, pointed to herself, and said clearly, "No one else, it's just her."

"Fortunately, I didn't cause any trouble for the princess," Fu Qingbai said, his fist, which he had been clenching tightly in his sleeve, suddenly loosened.

“But if you send any more, there will be trouble,” Xiang An stepped out of the doorway and stood outside, glancing at Fu Qingbai inside the room against the light. “In short, this matter ends here. I will send the crossbows I mentioned earlier in a while.”

Take three steps back and walk down the steps one by one.

Fu Qingbai chased after her to the door, "Princess, what kind of man do you like?"

“This is none of your business,” Xiang An said without turning around. “What you should do is guard the border of the Yuan Kingdom.”

Xiang An retraced his steps, step by step, a journey both long and short.

Fu Qingbai wanted to catch up, but her usually nimble legs were now too heavy to move an inch.

He stood there, silently watching Xiang An leave, until even his figure disappeared.

Fu Qingbai, already numb from standing, couldn't help but take a step back and fall heavily against the wall. His back, without any support, pressed against the cold, hard wall, his head drooping limply, his empty gaze falling aimlessly on his toes.

"What are you thinking about?" An elderly woman with white hair at the temples and a kind round face walked out from behind the moon gate. She walked with a limp, leaning on a cane with one hand and supporting herself with the other hand on the hand of the maid who followed her.

"Grandmother." Fu Qingbai straightened up and gave a proper bow.

"Why don't you go after her? Don't you like her?" The grandmother slowly walked up to her grandson.

Fu Qingbai took out a handkerchief from her sleeve and gently wiped away the tears in her grandmother's eyes, saying calmly, "She doesn't like it."

"Why are you so stubborn! All of you, get out of here!" The first half of the sentence was the grandmother's disappointment in her grandson, and the second half was to dismiss the maids.