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

The princess's residence was just as magnificent and adorned with flowers as it was before the marriage alliance. Xiao Ru sat on the threshold of the backyard, her head bowed, intently embroidering something, using the light from the lanterns hanging high on the eaves.

Xiang An stood there watching for a while, and finally couldn't help but laugh—this little girl, Xiao Ru, was actually embroidering a sachet.

Thinking back to the day she boldly took a whole box of Spring Breeze Smiles and the day she earnestly embroidered a sachet for her beloved, the contrast is striking; she is truly like two completely different people.

Calculating the time, Xiao Ru is already eighteen this year. At this age, most women in the Yuan Kingdom have already had a child. Even if she is not in a hurry to have children, it is time for her to look for a husband.

However, didn't she kick her out of the princess's residence and give her a huge sum of money to settle down? How come she's in the princess's residence now?

Xiang An leaned closer, about to find out why, when suddenly a disgruntled voice rang out: "Who let you be here?"

The owner of the voice was tall and muscular, with very developed muscles in his arms. His eyes were wide open, his thick eyebrows were deeply furrowed, and he was dressed in short black clothes. He exuded a murderous aura and looked like a vicious and ruthless person.

Xiang An was startled and instinctively jumped in front of Xiao Ru, spreading her arms to block the man's view, and shouted sternly, "Who are you? How dare you cause trouble in the Princess's residence?!"

The noise was loud; an ordinary evildoer would have run away by now. But the man in front of him seemed not to hear him. He continued walking, carrying a lantern. Just as the man was about to reach him, Xiang An pulled the hairpin off his head and prepared to fight to the death.

The next moment, the man walked straight past Xiang An and stood right in front of Xiao Ru. He said in a gruff voice, "How many times have I told you, the princess's mansion doesn't need your embroidered sachets. The princess won't blame you for lighting an extra lamp. Why don't you listen to me? Do you have to go blind before you're satisfied?"

Won't the princess blame me? Isn't she dead?

Suddenly, a thought struck Xiang An—that's right, she killed the emperor today.

Once the emperor dies, in order to appease the people, the palace will definitely block all news until a successor is chosen—a blockade that only blocks news from ordinary people.

"Brother Xi, don't be angry. I will definitely remember next time." Xiao Ru blushed and stared straight into the distance in the dark night. "The princess loves beauty the most. I just want to finish embroidering as soon as possible so that I can burn it for the princess as soon as possible."

Diao Xi said with dissatisfaction, "How can the princess use it with peace of mind if you torment yourself like this?"

Upon hearing this, Xiao Ru's eyes instantly reddened: "The princess likes me the most, she will use it, she will use it."

She remembered that the day before the marriage alliance, the princess suddenly kicked her out of the princess's palace, gave her a lot of silver, and said that she had found a good family for herself and would be marrying into the princess soon, and that she should also find a good family.

Diao Xi sighed helplessly, "You, you, I really can't do anything with you. Hurry up and come inside. Why are you standing here feeding mosquitoes in the middle of the night?" With that, he pushed open the door, held up the lantern, and took Xiao Ru's hand to lead her into the house.

The door closed. Xiang An stood there, looking at his hands and then at his body, thinking to himself, "I've forgotten that I'm not human again."

Listening to the faint voice of the princess's steward coming from inside the room, Xiang An roughly guessed how Xiao Ru had begged the steward to come into the mansion.

Judging from Xiaoru's intimate behavior with that man, he must be Xiaoru's sweetheart.

He may look fierce, but every word and action he takes is for Xiaoru's sake. He's a trustworthy person, and she can rest assured.

Upon leaving the princess's residence, the dark sky suddenly became overcast with dark clouds, and bolts of lightning struck down one after another. Half an hour later, the dark clouds dispersed, and the moon and stars were still bright and sparse. On the ground lay a statue of Xiang An, struck by lightning.

"Damn system, you bastard system! May your son be born without an anus!"

The words were incoherent, the person was incoherent, and the person was almost driven mad by the incessant swearing. Not only did it not stop, but it didn't even repeat itself.

In fact, Xiang An never talked about it before, and even disdained it. The most she talked about it was after she became a soul.

After a short while, his numb body recovered. Xiang An exhaled deeply and slowly hovered in mid-air like a fish floating on water. He looked around and felt a sense of loss. The world was so vast that he didn't know where to go.

Not far away, a series of black figures lightly stepped on the tiles, easily leaping over rooftop after roof, leaving Xiang An stunned until he watched as the black figures disappeared behind the high walls of the palace.

Who are those men in black?

Who sent them? Who could quietly keep so many men in black in the capital?

Gazing at the brightly lit palace in the distance, Xiang Yuan hesitated for a moment before finally giving up the idea of ​​following them to take a look.

Ever since she became a ghost because of the emperor, she has consciously avoided everything related to him. She didn't even go to see the emperor's funeral, let alone tonight, which was destined to be anything but peaceful.

Tonight, regardless of whether the princes are adults or minors, anyone in the court with even a hint of ambition will likely go wild, and the intensity of the conflict might even surpass the historical struggle for the throne among the nine princes.

Pressing his pounding heart, he whispered to An, "If you don't restart, the country will be in chaos, and people will die, many, many people will die."

As expected, it was quiet; she had completely lost contact with the system.

After the men in black entered the palace, one after another, like ants, they leaped into the palace. Before long, the pitch-black night was filled with the sounds of swords clashing, iron against iron, and sparks flying as they pierced the darkness.

Half an incense stick later, the capital's patrol officers and the Nine Gates Admirals arrived one after another. The sounds of fighting grew more intense, then gradually subsided. The leading groups produced their tokens, verified each other's identities, and then bowed to each other before leaving.

"Won."

Xiang An, who had been watching the game closely, breathed a sigh of relief. The capital's defense had withstood the first wave of attack: "Hopefully, they can withstand the next wave of attacks."

Thinking of this, Xiang An felt another wave of inexplicable panic. Killing someone might feel good for a moment, and she could vent her anger, but she couldn't bear the consequences of killing the emperor.

At this moment, she regretted killing the emperor. Her initial plan was that if she died, the matter would be reopened, and no one else besides her and the emperor would lose their lives because of it.

"Was I really wrong?" Xiang An couldn't help but doubt her decision.

She took a deep breath and walked down the quiet street, feeling lost and helpless, which made it hard for her to breathe.

The courtyard was brightly lit. Even though the people inside had kept quiet, their breathing could not be concealed. With hundreds of people crammed into one courtyard, the thin air made it impossible for them to breathe softly.

Without much thought, Xiang An easily walked through the door and passed through the crowded people. Sharp knives, cold and hard armor, and bloodthirsty eyes made Xiang An more and more frightened as he walked.