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

Is it a warning? A threat? Or an attempt to win someone over?

Sun Yi knelt on the ground, his mind racing. For eunuchs who had survived in the palace, the most important thing was to learn how to understand the intentions of their superiors; if they couldn't understand, they wouldn't answer casually.

Instead of answering, Sun Yi chose to flatter: "The princess is kind-hearted. It is Xiaoling who is unlucky and cannot bear such overwhelming wealth and honor."

Few people dislike hearing pleasant words, including emperors. To this day, countless eunuchs from various dynasties still circulate their experiences in the palace, and it is precisely because these experiences were useful that they have survived to this day.

Xiang An nodded: "You're right."

Sun Yi was secretly delighted, thinking disdainfully, "As expected, there's no reason why a little girl couldn't be fooled by words that would please emperors throughout history."

"How is Steward Sun's fortune?" Xiang An chuckled casually, toying with a dagger in his hand. The blade reflected a silvery-white light, its edge gleaming coldly. "Is it thicker than Xiao Ling's?"

It's a threat, a threat.

It's obvious; there's no need to speculate.

Sun Yi quietly let out a breath, finally feeling completely at ease. Before knowing Xiang An's true purpose, he felt as if he were floating on water, his heart still pounding even when his toes occasionally touched the bottom.

However, even though he knew the truth, Sun Yi still didn't know how to respond. He had the emperor behind him, so even though there had been many false rumors circulating before, it wasn't his fault; the blame lay with Princess Miankang for pretending so well.

It's not unusual for a lackey like him to make a mistake with his dog eyes.

Sun Yi figured that even if the emperor found out, he would probably just get a beating, and the consequences wouldn't be serious; he could handle it.

Xiang An was, after all, just a princess. What use was a princess? She might be sent away by the emperor for a political marriage or alliance one day, and the imperial son-in-law of this dynasty could not enter officialdom.

Even if he could enter officialdom, it would be useless. As a eunuch deep within the palace, he could only leave the palace once a year. Moreover, he was the emperor's man. If he didn't slip eye drops to the emperor's face, it would be considered that Sun Yi was loyal and devoted to Princess Miankang.

If she weren't a princess, not a woman, but a prince, a man, Sun Yi would have been more cautious. He didn't want to offend a prince who might become emperor in the future.

He was a powerless eunuch, and the only person he could rely on was the emperor; the princess was nothing to him.

The real problem is Xiang Xin. He is the eldest prince, and as long as he lives, the throne will surely be his. However, it is said that Xiang Xin does not value his younger sister and has instead made things difficult for her on several occasions.

Soon, Sun Yi made a decision in his mind, but considering that Xiang An was holding a dagger at the moment, he knelt on the ground quietly for a long time without saying a word.

The princess is useless, but killing a eunuch is more than enough for her.

The dagger twirled deftly between his fingers as he said calmly to An, "Not speaking? Having a hard time deciding?"

“This servant does not understand what the princess means,” Sun Yi said, his eyes almost level with the ground. “This servant is a dog’s servant, with a dog’s brain. Xiao Ling is dead, while the dog is still alive, so naturally the dog is more fortunate. Of course, whether the dog lives or dies is entirely up to the princess. The death of a dog is insignificant, but the dog’s owner will surely be furious.”

These words were tantamount to a complete falling out, but Sun Yi didn't care. He only hoped that the princess would back down and restore the previous situation where they kept to themselves.

Xiang An always knew that a eunuch who could serve as the emperor's eyes and ears could not be an easy target.

He lightly jumped off the table, walked up to Sun Yi, and with a swift stroke of his knife, Sun Yi lost his second life of the day.

Not one more, not two less. If Sun Yi isn't killed, news of her murder will appear on the emperor's desk tomorrow.

[Host, you are too cruel.]

"Brutal?" Xiang An chuckled lightly as the blood-stained dagger grazed the blue eunuch's robe. "I think I'm being too soft-hearted. I'm right here in the capital, and even the emperor has spies in the princess's residence. Doesn't that prove those men in black in the cave weren't wrong? It really was that dog emperor who sent people to humiliate me. So, how do you think it's cruel of me to kill my enemy?"

A truly wise ruler never takes action himself; he strategizes and wins battles from afar.

"Oh?" Xiang An straightened up, kicking Sun Yi with disgust. "Didn't you hear him say he's a dog?"

As she spoke, she slowly walked back to her desk, brushed aside the Xuan paper on the desk, and the orchid painting with just a few strokes floated lightly to the ground. She gripped the edge of the desk tightly with both hands, pushed it up, down, left, and right with force, and a faint creaking sound came from somewhere, revealing a square hidden room on the northwest wall.

"I knew it." Xiang An finally showed a genuine smile.

I felt something was wrong when I sat on the table. It didn't move at all, as if it were embedded in the ground.

The small, dark room contained only two letters and a black token carved with dragon patterns. Xiang An was startled; in ancient times, only the emperor could use a token with dragon patterns.

Xiang An examined the token from both sides but found nothing unusual. He put the token into his spatial storage and then carefully examined the two letters. He then discovered that one letter had already been opened, and the seal was very old, indicating that it had been opened a long time ago. The other letter, however, was perfectly sealed.

Soon, Xiang An confirmed that the letter was opened by the original owner of the body—the dust on the envelope was too thick, and the shape of the envelope was displayed in all four dark chambers. It would not have had this effect if it had been there for several years.

He poured out the opened letter, skimmed through it, and read it over and over again before letting out a heavy sigh.

No wonder, no wonder the emperor wanted to kill her, no wonder the emperor sent Sun Yi to the princess's residence.

It turns out that the former emperor, who is also the father of the current emperor, gave the original owner a token that could mobilize 50,000 secret guards.

Fifty thousand! In ancient times, that many people could easily rebel. Not to mention they were handpicked, meticulously trained, and capable of taking on ten men single-handedly and silently taking their heads in an instant.

Any emperor would be wary of this; he probably wouldn't be able to sleep well at night.

Should we rebel? Xiang An asked himself this question.

Fifty thousand troops is a lot. If the rebellion succeeds and she becomes empress, she can go home. If she fails, it's okay; with the system, she can just start over.

She really wanted to try it.

But the next moment, Xiang An dismissed the idea. She remembered that in the previous round, Xiang Xin had gathered as many as 50,000 Imperial Guards from the palace, not even counting the five city garrisons in various parts of the capital.

Moreover, Fu Qingbai is currently in the capital.

Fu Qingbai had been on the battlefield, killed enemies, and seen blood, possessing considerable combat experience.

Even though Xiang An comes from modern times, her knowledge of military strategy and warfare during peacetime is only superficial, learned from books, and completely impractical for actual combat. Especially since this is ancient times, which she knows nothing about and has no firearms.

In matters of leading troops into battle, Xiang An was not as innocuous as Fu Qing.

Fu Qingbai was her ally, but the Fu family had been loyal to the Yuan Kingdom for generations. If she were to openly rebel in the capital, Fu Qingbai would not be able to remain completely indifferent, whether for the sake of his reputation or to protect the people.