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

"Look at my memory, I really forgot." Fu Qingbai examined the white jade again carefully. "I really like this dish more and more the more I look at it. Father-in-law, would it be alright if I had this dish?"

"No..."

"Please don't worry, Your Excellency. I will speak to His Majesty myself and will certainly not make things difficult for you."

“General, you mustn’t. His Majesty only gave it to the princess. If you truly like it, I will have the Imperial Kitchen prepare a portion and send it to your residence tomorrow. Why try to take it now? That would be ungentlemanly.” Changfu’s smile had vanished, and he stared at Fu Qingbai expressionlessly.

"Everyone says that Fu Qing is honest, loyal, brave and skilled in battle, a truly upright and great general. Who would have thought that the great general would fight with a woman for vegetables? If this were told, people would laugh their heads off." Xiang Xin stood behind a thick layer of flowers, a mischievous smile that she could not hide.

Upon seeing Xiang Xin, Xiang An felt a headache coming on. He knew the inside story, but now his words implied that he wanted her to eat him.

"What dish is so delicious that people are fighting over it? Let me see it too."

Her soft, weak voice was quite noticeable amidst the surrounding noise. Ren Xueqing, wearing a red veil, slowly approached, supported by her maid. Her dark eyes, slightly curved, were bright like stars.

As more and more people gathered, Changfu sensed something was wrong. He quickly snatched the white jade that Fu Qingbai was still holding, bowed, and hurriedly left.

Caught off guard, Fu Qing frowned slightly, bowed, and then left, clearly heading towards the emperor, seemingly intending to apologize.

Xiang An: "The fun's over, aren't you two leaving?"

Ren Xueqing glanced at Xiang An and saw her composed demeanor, as if no matter how strong the wind or how big the waves, she would remain unmoved. A sense of amusement suddenly arose in her heart.

"This humble woman has not left her home for a long time. Today, I heard that the palace was bustling with activity, and I was eager to witness the prowess of my country's soldiers. I even managed to come despite my illness. Why is Your Highness in such a hurry to send me away?"

Before Xiang An could speak, Xiang Xin spoke first, saying softly, "Miss Ren is not in good health. She should stay by Madam Wang's side. What if she runs around and accidentally bumps into something and dies?"

As he spoke, he raised his hand, and immediately a eunuch brought him a chair. He sat down lazily, resting his chin on the chair.

Ren Xueqing went around to the other side of Xiang An, and the palace maid who followed her brought her a chair. "I've heard that the First Prince has a sharp tongue, and seeing it today, it's true."

Xiang Xin: "This prince is not only sharp-tongued, but also—"

Ren Xueqing: "What else? Ah—!"

Xiang Xin kicked Xiang An's chair leg. After a short scraping sound, the chair slammed into Ren Xueqing's chair due to inertia. Xiang An grabbed the edge of the table with one hand to steady himself, but failed to hold onto Ren Xueqing's chair with the other. Ren Xueqing and the chair fell heavily to the ground.

Xiang An immediately stood up and helped Ren Xueqing up, while the instigator smiled with narrowed eyes: "--Still poisonous feet."

"You!" Ren Xueqing reached for the whip hanging at her waist as soon as she regained her footing, only to find it empty. She then remembered that she had taken off her whip when she entered the palace. Remembering that she could not be presumptuous in the palace, and recalling her father's instructions when she left, she forcibly suppressed her anger. "You've gone too far!"

Xiang Xin: "Thank you for the compliment."

Ren Xueqing: "You wait! I'm going to have my father submit a memorial impeaching you!"

Xiang Xin said indifferently, "Whatever."

Ren Xueqing stormed off in anger, and shouted at An, "Have you made enough of a scene?!"

"No." Xiang Xin wiggled his toes, looking at Xiang An's chair leg with great interest. As if struck by a sudden inspiration, the next moment Xiang An dragged the chair away, he stretched out his foot, but instead of kicking, he hooked the chair and pulled it closer.

"What are you afraid of? I wouldn't go so far as to kick my own sister." Xiang Xin placed her foot on the crossbar under Xiang An's chair, preventing her from moving away.

Xiang An: "..."

The one who kicked her chair just now was a dog! A lackey of a dog!

Xiang Xin seemed to see through Xiang An's thoughts, and stroked her chin thoughtfully: "Hmm—actually, a kick wouldn't kill you. Look, even that sickly Ren Xueqing is lively and energetic."

"What exactly do you want?" Xiang An could no longer contain himself.

"Let's enjoy your death."

"I'm not dead now, you can go."

"Fu Qingbai saved you once, but can he save you a second time?"

When I first transmigrated, the emperor issued a decree for a marriage alliance before I entered the palace. This time, there was no word of it. I was forced to attend the banquet tonight because the emperor wanted to poison me when there were many people around. How could there be a second time?

Xiang An's face turned cold: "What do you want to say?"

Xiang Xin's lips curled slightly: "Beg me, and tonight this prince will take pity on you and save you a second time."

"No need, you can leave." Xiang An refused Xiang Xin's advances. Of course, it was also possible that there was a second danger, as he said, since Xiang Xin was a bit crazy, but she never made baseless accusations based on information.

Although she arranged for people in the palace last year, the time was too short, and she couldn't get important information for the time being. Moreover, given how much the emperor values ​​her now, he doesn't trust anyone except Changfu, who grew up with him.

Xiang Xin warned, "Don't be stubborn. You only have one life."

Xiang An looked at him quietly: "What are you worried about? Wouldn't my death be just what you want?"

"You... fine, it's good that you're dead." Xiang Xin flicked his sleeve and stood up. "You asked for it."

"Yes, I was courting death. Don't worry, brother, I'll keep my mouth shut on my way to the underworld and I will never tell Mother that you left me to die."

"You're asking for death! How dare you threaten me." Xiang Xin suddenly bent down, one hand on the armrest of the chair behind Xiang An and the other on the edge of the desk. To outsiders, it looked like the brother and sister were whispering to each other.

In fact, as Xiang Xin's refined face suddenly approached, his eyes were fixed on her almost without blinking, like a tiger that hadn't eaten meat for many days suddenly seeing a piece of meat, exuding a terrifying aura.

As he remained motionless, a chill ran down An's spine. He unconsciously gripped the teacup tightly, his fingertips turning white. He raised an eyebrow and continued to provoke, "What are you afraid of, brother? I've never even seen what Mother looks like. Even if she were dead, I wouldn't recognize her."

Upon hearing this, Xiang Xin froze, stumbled back a step and bumped into the table, then ran away without looking back.

Xiang An watched him leave calmly, put down her teacup, and was immediately startled to find the table shaking. She looked closely in shock and realized that it was her hand holding the cup that was trembling.

She took a deep breath and finally managed to put the teacup down safely. Her tense emotions slowly relaxed as the cup hit the table, her cold body gradually warmed up, and her blank mind gradually cleared.

A year ago, Xiang An realized that there was something wrong with her body, and the inexplicable and uncontrollable state of fear was very strange. For example, when she first transmigrated, she always had an indifferent attitude towards Xiang Xin, but now she was afraid.