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

The coachman glanced at it, shook his head frantically, and said in a trembling voice, "I won't go, I'll die... I'll die... Princess, please spare my life."

The coachman was a eunuch personally selected by the emperor to serve as her coachman and to take care of her daily life along the way.

Xiang An's eyes darkened, and a crossbow bolt was pressed against his head: "If you don't go, you'll die now."

"Princess, spare me, spare me, spare me! This servant will... this servant will..."

The coachman shakily got to his feet, but before he could even grasp the reins, a crossbow bolt was pressed hard against his head again: "If you dare to drive recklessly, I guarantee—you will die before me."

Xiang An disliked the feeling of putting her life in someone else's hands, but unfortunately, she didn't know how to drive a horse or a carriage. If she recklessly forced the carriage to move, she might accidentally anger the horse, causing it to lose control and overturn, making the situation even more chaotic.

The carriage had to go; the crossbow was powerful, but without enough arrows, it was all for naught. The several boxes of arrows she had personally crafted before the marriage were all on this carriage.

Originally intended for the people of Yan and the emperor, now they've gotten all the benefits.

Now her task is to reach the optimal position, use her crossbow to fire from a distance, and work with Fu Qingbai to kill the enemy. Therefore, the coachman must obey.

The coachman swallowed hard, extremely nervous: "This servant... guarantees there will be no mistakes."

Xiang An raised his eyes, signaling him to spur his horse forward, but the crossbow bolt pressed against his head remained unmoved, its menacing gaze seeming as if it would shoot the coachman dead at any moment.

In the midst of the chaos, a carriage suddenly started moving, easily attracting the attention of the men in black. However, with Fu Qingbai and the wedding soldiers blocking their way, only a few men in black managed to break free and chase after the carriage.

Xiang An had a crossbow and was not afraid at all. He raised his hand, aimed, and fired a few arrows, and they all fell to the ground.

The coachman was sweating profusely. The woman in the carriage was no delicate and precious princess; she was clearly a vengeful demon.

All the little thoughts that had crossed my mind vanished. I dared not be negligent in the slightest and drove to the designated location with a heavy heart.

As soon as the carriage stopped, Xiang An kicked the driver off the carriage, opened the box, took out arrows, and said coldly, "Hide behind the tree and don't make a sound. Their goal is to kill the people in the carriage."

"Thank you, Princess. Thank you, Princess." The coachman scrambled up the tree on all fours, even hiding in the bushes to conceal himself.

Seeing that he was indeed well hidden, Xiang An adjusted his crossbow and began to fire with focused concentration, shooting at a steady pace, trying to hit the vital point with one strike.

The current distance is considered far, but if she gets any closer, and the men in black surround her, her rudimentary martial arts skills might be enough to defeat a smaller group with a bit of skill. However, against a larger group, her rudimentary skills won't suffice, and the advantage of her crossbow will be lost.

It's okay to go slower; there are advantages to being slower too.

More and more men in black fell to the ground: one, two, three... thirteen... thirty-three... until the last one fell.

Just as Xiang An had caught her breath after lowering her numb arm, Fu Qingbai flew over, reeking of blood, her voice hoarse: "Princess, are you alright?"

Xiang An looked at him, then raised his arm again, and the crossbow bolt was pointed directly at Fu Qingbai.

Before he could ask any more questions, the arrow was already shot out. Fu Qingbai's dark pupils suddenly contracted, but the arrow had already grazed his ear and accurately hit the forehead of the black-clad man behind him who was trying to kill him with his last breath.

The man in black fell straight to the ground. Fu Qingbai snapped out of his daze and saw Xiang An smiling brightly at him, like wildflowers blooming in the sky: "General Fu, are you alright?"

Unexpected, unforeseen, sudden... In short, no word that can describe the unexpected is enough to describe the tremendous shock Fu Qingbai felt when he saw Xiang An's face. It was perhaps more turbulent than ocean waves, more shocking than a landslide, and more stunning than a flowing mountain stream.

I've seen this many times before; it shouldn't be like this.

But she truly, undeniably, and genuinely appeared before him like a bright pearl.

One glance was enough to make it impossible to look away.

Xiang An spread his five fingers and waved them in front of him. Seeing that he was indeed stunned like a fool, he hesitated for a moment, then thrust one end of the crossbow bolt heavily into the wound on his waist and abdomen.

The pain from the deep stab wound was unbearable for most people. In just a moment, Fu Qingbai's face turned pale with pain, he was covered in cold sweat, and he could barely stand.

Seeing his pained expression, Xiang An nodded with satisfaction: "It's good that his brain wasn't damaged."

"General!"

Ding Yinan rushed over and helped Fu Qingbai up, "Why did you run away in the short time it took me to get the medicine?"

Fu Qingbai gasped for breath, and after a while, he managed to say with difficulty, "...Check if the princess is injured."

Ding Yinan suddenly realized as if waking from a dream: "Right, right, I forgot. Princess, are you alright?"

She jumped up and down in front of them, then asked An, "What do you think?"

"It's good that you're alright." Ding Yinan breathed a sigh of relief, scratched his head, and then hesitated before asking, "Princess, what about those arrows—"

"All those arrows must be retrieved," Xiang An said, and before he could react, he turned and went into the dilapidated house.

She knew what Ding Yinan was going to ask, but she didn't want to explain.

Ding Yinan couldn't stop Xiang An from leaving, and he hesitated before looking at Fu Qingbai, hoping to get some information from him.

But Fu Qingbai simply shook his head and left.

Unable to figure it out, Ding Yinan had no choice but to put aside his curiosity and do as instructed.

Upon entering the dilapidated house, the gale suddenly subsided. The door was wide open, and the light inside was still dim. With the help of the faint daylight outside, the Yan Kingdom team could be vaguely seen huddled in the darkness.

Xiang An said to Ding Yinan, "Go and start a fire." It was too dark; in the dark, dilapidated house, it was impossible to tell whether there were people or ghosts.

"Ahem, Princess Miankang, you mustn't." The barely suppressed cough carried an unyielding sense of obstruction.

"Why?" Xiang An asked calmly, showing no anger at their failure to help earlier.

When she's out and about and something life-threatening happens, she's the type who will avoid taking action if possible.

Unfortunately, the room was dark and shadowy, and she couldn't see who was speaking. She only knew that the voices were coming from the general direction of Yan Kingdom.

“The wind is too strong outside. If we light a fire without closing the door, it's a minor issue if the wind blows it out. But if the fire spreads with the wind, it could ignite the straw and planks inside the house, causing a major fire that would leave us nowhere to shelter from the rain.” The voice didn’t sound like the person who had been coughing earlier; it was strong, rough, and loud.

No wonder the people of Yan would rather work in the dark than light a fire.

"Thank you for informing me." He bowed to An Chongyan Guo's side to express his gratitude. Even though he didn't know who was speaking, and even though he knew that the light was dim and the other party might not be able to see him, his heartfelt thanks should not be taken lightly.

He whispered to Ding Yinan beside him, "Go and ask General Fu how many people we have left. Take a count of our men, and once everyone is here, close the gate."

Although Fu Qingbai was injured and should rest, only he knew the true state of the wedding procession.

"Yes." Ding Yinan accepted the order and went to find the person.