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

"His Majesty hasn't summoned you?" Xiang An asked, displeased.

What I hate most is when people use my face to do things for others, and in the end, all the benefits go to the other person, while I don't even get a good thing.

The soldier scratched his head shyly and said, "Your Majesty is too busy. The general does not wish to trouble Your Majesty."

"Him!" Seeing the soldier's face flushed crimson, Xiang An's curse words caught in his throat, but a mischievous glint appeared in his eye. "What's your name?"

"Ding Yinan," the soldier whispered.

Xiang An touched her face, leaned closer to him, and asked, "Have you seen what I look like?"

Ding Yinan stammered, "I...I saw it."

Although the firelight was dim and the distance was far, his eyesight was good, and he could see it very clearly.

Xiang An smiled slightly: "Do I look good?"

The firelight flickered dimly, the night was hazy. Her red lips were alluring, her expression seductive, like a dangerous yet beautiful spider lily in the darkness, mysterious and enigmatic, impossible to look away from.

Ding Yinan's youthful face flushed bright red: "So...beautiful..."

Having gotten the answer he wanted, Xiang An was instantly seized by a playful mood. Just as he was about to say something more, Fu Qingbai arrived silently and casually slapped Ding Yinan on the back of the head.

Startled, Ding Yinan instantly banished all his romantic thoughts and turned around with a simple smile, "General, what brings you here?"

"Why do you think I came?" Fu Qingbai glanced at him. "Grab the bowl and hurry up, what are you dawdling for?"

"Yes...yes, General!" Ding Yinan's face flushed red as if burned by the evening glow. She was so embarrassed that she dared not look at him again and hurriedly grabbed her bowl and ran away.

Xiang An rested her arms on the carriage frame, watching the soldier leave with great interest. She raised an eyebrow at Fu Qingbai and said, "Why did you call him away? I haven't had enough fun yet."

Fu Qingbai clasped his hands in a respectful gesture and said, "Princess, please have some self-respect."

Xiang An was taken aback, her smile faded, and she said in a deep voice, "You have quite the nerve! I respect you by calling you 'General,' but does that mean you can climb all over me and criticize me at will?!"

"I don't dare."

"Dare not? Then tell me clearly where I lacked self-respect?" Xiang An said with a fake smile. "Not to mention that I was four or five steps away from him when we exchanged those few words, wasn't it General Fu who sent your soldiers just now?"

"General, you have fulfilled your promise to me, and I did not punish you for your disrespect. Instead, you used my kindness in asking a few questions to the servants as an excuse to accuse me of being disrespectful. General Fu's attempt to turn the tables is truly unreasonable."

“Your Highness is right.” Fu Qingbai replied calmly, showing no remorse for having used her identity, nor did she offer any explanation for herself.

Her indifferent tone was like punching cotton, making Xiang An angry enough to want to curse, but the important part of the scene hadn't started yet. She suppressed her anger and said coldly, "You have slandered me for no reason. How should the general compensate me?"

After pondering for a moment, Fu Qingbai said, "Princess, you can simply give your orders."

His tone was flat, he didn't mention compensation or anything, and simply said "instructions," as if he were announcing to Xiang An that he knew everything.

His reaction was not unexpected. Anyone who served the emperor, even an illiterate military officer, knew how to avoid danger and seek good fortune; after all, it was human nature. How much more so for Fu Qingbai, who came from a prominent family of generals for generations?

"You can do whatever I order you to do?"

Xiang An didn't say it outright. Although he needed his help, if he said it from the beginning, he would inevitably be rejected. After a few rounds of back and forth, people would eventually open a window instead of a door.

Fu Qingbai: "..."

Fu Qingbai stood with his back to the fire, half of his face in the light and half in the shadows. In the flickering firelight, his distant and indifferent expression conveyed the unspoken message of "speak plainly."

With her fingers slightly curled in her sleeve, Xiang An exhaled softly, trying her best to relax and feigning calmness: "I want to have my own house in the main city of Yan Kingdom."

Fu Qingbai shook his head: "With so many people around, it's difficult."

Hearing that he didn't directly refuse, Xiang An felt 50% confident of success. She knew the remaining 50% depended on her acting skills.

Without rushing to speak, Xiang An quickly composed himself, a tear welling in his eye, and said softly, "The location of the house doesn't matter. Mian Kang only asks for a place to settle down in a foreign land. I hope the general will grant my request."

Her cautious words carried a hint of pitifulness, and her hesitant manner was exactly like Ren Xueqing's at the Lotus Banquet.

Fu Qingbai finally raised his eyes and looked at the girl who was half-lying on the carriage not far away.

The firelight was dim, and shadows were everywhere. She lowered her head and wept softly. He couldn't see her features or her expression; he could only vaguely make out her trembling body in the dim light.

To be fair, if Fu Qingbai hadn't witnessed firsthand how quickly and ruthlessly she administered the drug, she wouldn't have believed that the person before her was truly a pitiful princess in need of protection.

A woman who dared to put aphrodisiacs in the emperor's study, and who, after being caught, not only showed no remorse but calmly admitted, "I was the one who put the aphrodisiacs in," was never one who needed anyone's pity.

She is beautiful, bold, calm, and humble. He believes that if such a woman were given more training, she would definitely become a top-notch spy.

Xiang An was a talented person, and he cherished talent the most. But before he could even ask the emperor if he was willing to part with her, the emperor had already issued an edict for her to be sent to marry a foreign ruler.

Upon receiving the news, his regret and appreciation for talent immediately erupted. He was so anxious that he stayed up late at night to go to the imperial study to find the emperor, hoping to plead for the talent to stay.

But judging from tonight's performance, he underestimated her. Even without training, she was already quite outstanding.

Fu Qingbai calmly observed the delicate princess feigning tears on the carriage not far away. She was thin and weak, slumped helplessly against the carriage frame, looking pitiful and helpless. In the end, he had to admit one thing—she was very capable, knew her strengths very well, and acted exceptionally well.

Looking at the dark figure in the darkness, Fu Qingbai said, "If you are unwilling to marry into the family, why refuse? Why not run away?"

That rainy night, he did give her a chance, but she didn't want it.

Finally asked! Finally asked! Finally got to the crux of the matter!

She regretted it, she regretted it so much.

As a transmigrated woman from another country, she knew very well that while the emperor's paternal love was great, it came at a price. However, she also knew that there were some things that needed to be clarified.

Everything the original owner had for the first fifteen years came from the people of the original country and from the emperor. As the emperor said, if you enjoy everything, you must bear the price.

She has taken over the original body. Whether it's the kindness of being born or the kindness of being raised, whether it's life or death, it's only once. From now on, she will not make any decisions that she will regret. She will live for herself.