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

Xiang An glanced at the emperor, who sat on his high throne with his eyes half-closed and no expression on his face, before taking the memorial and reading it.

This is a memorial written by the prime minister. It is quite long and mostly consists of classical allusions and polite remarks. Only a few sentences reveal the prime minister's true thoughts—he hopes that the emperor will consider his years of diligence and allow his only daughter to stay by his side to collect his remains after his death.

Every word and phrase reveals the heart-wrenching grief of an old father, while secretly using the threat of official position to coerce the emperor. His words are a mix of soft and hard tactics, giving the emperor ample room to maneuver, demonstrating that he has considered all aspects.

"In the autumn hunt of the twenty-seventh year of the Yuan dynasty, before I had ascended the throne, I went hunting with the princes as was customary. The weather was clear that day, and the maple leaves in the forest were as red as fire. On a whim, I strolled with the prime minister to admire the maple leaves, but unfortunately we encountered a tiger."

"To protect me, the Prime Minister risked his life to confront the tiger alone. Although the Imperial Guards arrived in time and he was out of danger, the Prime Minister was unfortunately injured in a vital area during the fight with the tiger and could no longer continue the family line."

Xiang An closed the memorial, lowered his eyes, and remained silent.

The emperor leaned back in his chair and continued in a deep voice, "Over the years, the prime minister has married eleven wives and concubines, and treated patients for more than twenty years with imperial physicians, doctors, and itinerant sorcerers. In his old age, he only has one daughter."

The truth behind the prime minister's many years of childlessness is so surprising; no wonder he had so many concubines yet no one impeached him.

Xiang An looked at him: "So, Father Emperor sent his daughter to marry in place of Ren Xueqing to repay the Prime Minister's kindness to Father Emperor back then?"

"There is no favor to be shown. When I gave him the position of Prime Minister, we were even." The Emperor said with a hint of pain, "Ogihara Ao did indeed take a fancy to the Prime Minister's daughter that day, and I did verbally agree at the time. The marriage alliance between the two countries was only missing an imperial decree, but I cannot let Ren Xueqing go. Miankang, you have been intelligent and sensible since childhood, and you are the most considerate and warm-hearted. Do you understand your father?"

"I don't understand!" Xiang An blurted out.

Being sensible? What should she be sensible about?

Does a sensible person accept the unfair treatment from their father?

Should I swallow all the bitterness and grievances with understanding?

Being sensible is a positive word. But when it's overused, it becomes a shameless compliment, using repeated compromises and grievances to elevate others' highest standards of morality and conscience.

Xiang An's eyes reddened: "Whatever the reason, I cannot do it for a prime minister I have never met, to sacrifice my entire life."

"Even if you can't do it, you have to do it!" the emperor blurted out in frustration.

Xiang An stood there, stunned, her eyes wide open, desperately trying to hold back the tears welling up in her eyes.

The emperor took a few deep breaths, suppressing his anger, and said with a troubled expression, "I have watched you grow from a tiny little boy into the graceful young woman you are today. How can I bear to send you away for a political marriage?"

“But I cannot protect you. Rumors are flying everywhere, officials are impeaching you, military officers are opposing you, people are cursing you, and the border countries are restless. The prime minister cannot resign, the court cannot be in turmoil, and the world needs the prime minister. Miankang, I cannot choose you.”

Xiang An spoke with difficulty: "The rumors are false, Father, you know that, don't you?"

"No one in the world knows this."

"Then tell the whole world."

"Who believes it?"

Her gentle words struck my heart like a heavy blow, and my small eyes could not contain the immense grievances she felt.

"...Father, can't we just refuse a marriage alliance?"

"How can we refuse?" The emperor asked, his face filled with sorrow and anguish. "If we don't agree to a marriage alliance, what if the Yan Kingdom uses this as an excuse to launch a war?"

“In the past few years, the Yuan Kingdom fought every year. Now, the delicate harmony between the countries has finally been achieved, but it has been paid for with countless lives. The people need rest now, and the Yuan Kingdom needs rest. A marriage alliance cannot solve the problem, but it will not allow them to take the opportunity to find an excuse to start a rebellion and will give them a moment to catch their breath.”

The hall was brightly lit by candles, and the faint scent of ambergris wafted in the air. Xiang An stood in the hall, looking up at the emperor on the high throne. His neck ached, and he wanted to open his mouth, but he couldn't utter a single word.

My heart is filled with bitterness, and even my heart feels numb.

Having finished their conversation, all her doubts were now resolved, and she had nothing more to say.

From the emperor's perspective, she had already enjoyed a life that ordinary people could never experience in their entire lives. When it came time for her to pay the price, from the perspective of the era, a princess should have sacrificed herself without any human rights and had no reason not to marry.

It has nothing to do with romance or family ties; it's all about maximizing profits.

Unfortunately, the obedient and compliant original body, who understood the difficulties of sharing the burden of her father's death, had already been inexplicably poisoned to death.

She is now Xiang An from a future era of harmonious and equal coexistence. This era is unfamiliar to her and devoid of any emotion. She cannot accept the ideas people have, nor can she dedicate the rest of her life to the people.

She was selfish, petty, cold-blooded, and indifferent. Only the advanced education she received from childhood enabled her to accept the emperor's predicament with clarity and rationality, and to calmly understand the helplessness of everyone living in this era.

The emperor is the supreme ruler, who regards the world as his own possession and will not allow anyone or anything to shake his rule. Only interests and exploitation coexist.

Including her biological daughter.

It is cold-blooded, it is ruthless, but it is also great love.

The words Fu Qingbai spoke on that rainy night came true at this moment.

Neither she nor the emperor was wrong, yet both were wrong.

Suppressing the bitterness in her heart, Xiang An hastily wiped her eyes. She made a decision, put down the jade bottle she had intended to use to smash the emperor's head, and calmly said, "Father, must you be so heartless? Even if it means destroying all the affection between father and daughter, you are willing to do this?"

The emperor's anger suddenly subsided. He lifted his half-closed eyelids and carefully examined his daughter standing below. Her calm and serene expression was extremely incongruous with her reddened eyes. Her slightly round face could not be described as beautiful or charming, but she was already showing her charm. Her moist eyes seemed to hold an indescribable complexity.

Hate? Resentment? It seems like neither.

For the first time in his life, the emperor realized he couldn't understand his daughter. But it didn't matter anymore.

He said calmly, "The decree has been issued and cannot be changed. If you resent that I have been able to keep you alive, then so be it."

After a long silence.

Xiang An looked at him and said, "Alright, this is the last time, Father." The last thing she would do for the original owner of this body as the emperor.

A grand and bustling procession of red bridal processions, with thousands of people accompanying the bride.

Lifting the curtain, a gentle breeze wafted into the carriage, and the green trees and red flowers on both sides of the road gradually turned into desolation.

Leaning against the car frame, letting the breeze caress her face, Xiang An felt a little unreal, thinking to herself, "I haven't completed the mission at all, and I've already married myself off like this?"

Having transmigrated from the modern world to the Yuan Kingdom, she was about to get married in just six months; everything happened so fast it felt like a dream.

Whether the decision to choose marriage alliance was right or wrong is unknown for now, but the system hasn't reacted at all.

She waved to the outside, and Fu Qingbai, dressed in black armor and wearing a red cloak, rode a black horse and approached the carriage: "Princess, I am here."

Xiang An looked at him. Fu Qingbai, on horseback, stood tall and straight, his eyes cold and focused on the front. He was the one who spoke, but he didn't look at her once. His eyes were always fixed on the front, leaving her only a clear profile, smooth lines, and a slightly cold and handsome face.

He was in full charge of the wedding procession this time.