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

She really wanted to know, but unfortunately no one could hear a soul speak, so her questions were destined to remain unanswered.

After crossing several thresholds and turning a few corners, the three dignified and solemn golden characters "Imperial Study" appeared before them. The jade walls and vermilion pillars were magnificent and imposing. Several guards holding weapons stood on both sides of the gate, and Changfu stood beside them with a solemn expression.

The last time I visited the Imperial Study was a year ago; now that I'm here again, everything has changed.

A trace of sadness flashed across Xiang An's eyes. Before she could recall the past, a series of seductive sounds from men and women began to emanate from the Imperial Study.

Fu Qingbai stopped in his tracks as he stepped into the courtyard and turned his head slightly: "Is someone in the Imperial Study?"

Changfu's hand trembled slightly, and he bent over slightly: "Yes."

Fu Qingbai: "Who?"

Changfu's lips parted, but he didn't speak.

In fact, given the situation, there was no need for him to say anything.

Xiang An's expression was blank, and the three solemn characters on the plaque suddenly seemed comical.

Fu Qingbai closed his eyes briefly, and when he opened them again, his eyes were filled with murderous intent.

He reached out and pulled out the knife hanging at the side of the gatekeeper, took a few steps into the hall, and kicked open the tightly closed door.

Inside the hall, the air was filled with the fragrance of sandalwood. Various books were arranged on the display cabinets, and a table of memorials was piled up haphazardly on the bright yellow dragon table. Four or five white quilts were spread on the floor, and six men and women were rolling and entangled naked on the quilts. Xiang Xin sat behind the table drawing, and what he drew was the men and women in front of him. Occasionally, he would speak up and give instructions on which position would be more aesthetically pleasing.

He sat alone amidst absurdity, picking up his brush to paint, his style refined, elegant, and graceful.

Fu Qingbai's arrival was like a drop of water falling into the ocean, causing not a ripple. Xiang Xin, on the contrary, stood up and waved to him with a smile: "Fu Qing, come and see my new painting."

He was well-proportioned, with a face resembling that of an emperor, and had the air of a refined scholar, gentle and approachable.

Xiang An had closed his eyes when Fu Qingbai kicked the door, but when he heard Xiang Anxin's voice, he opened his eyes, deliberately avoiding the disgusting scene on the ground. Looking at his refined and gentle smile, and the facial features that were somewhat similar to his own, he suddenly felt an urge to peel off his face.

Fu Qingbai stared at Xiang Xin, then stepped forward without a word, drew his sword, and indifferently slashed the men and women on the ground one by one.

The white bedding turned red, and a strong smell of blood filled the imperial study. The six corpses remained in their original positions, each with an excited expression, showing no fear or dread whatsoever.

Xiang Xin sat in his chair, clapping his hands and laughing heartily: "Well done! Brilliantly executed! Your methods are truly swift and elegant!"

Laughing, he picked up his brush, dipped it in ink, and said, "Don't move it! Such a beautiful scene, if I don't paint it, wouldn't it be a waste of such a beautiful scene and a disappointment to Minister Fu's good intentions?"

Upon entering the hall, Changfu and the guards, who were about to move the body and clean up the bloodstains, put down what they were doing.

Fu Qingbai threw down his sword, strode up to the new emperor, and asked in a stern voice, "Has Your Majesty finished reviewing today's memorials?"

Xiang Xin gestured with her chin: "They're all on the dragon table, piled up waiting for you to see."

Fu Qingbai stared at him for a moment, then said solemnly, “Your Majesty, last night a sudden heavy snow fell in the capital, and forty percent of the thatched houses in the city collapsed. Today, the cold wind is biting and the snow is still falling. Thousands of people have frozen to death in the streets and are homeless. If the snow disaster in the capital is so severe, it must be even more severe outside the capital.”

"Frozen to death?" Xiang Xin paused in his painting. "They're all completely dead?"

Fu Qingbai: "Yes."

Xiang Xin clicked her tongue impatiently and said, "Just bury him when he's dead."

Fu Qingbai's face remained calm: "Your Majesty, we must immediately address the issue of keeping the people warm. Last night, the Imperial Observatory observed the stars and predicted that this heavy snowfall would last for at least a month, or at least half a month. If we do not issue an edict for disaster relief immediately, I fear that more and more people will freeze to death in the coming days!"

With a sharp "smash," the brush was slammed into the brush-washing basin. Enraged, Xiang Xin grabbed the jade seal from the table and flung it at him, yelling, "Get out!"

With immense force and incredible speed, in the blink of an eye, Fu Qingbai reacted swiftly to block it. The hard corner of the Four-Sided Jade Seal struck his soft belly. After a muffled groan, the jade seal fell into his arms. Its jade was exquisite, smooth, and warm to the touch.

With his lips pressed tightly together, Fu Qingbai knelt down in silence, holding the jade seal high in his hands.

"Humph!"

Xiang Xin slowly stood up, walked to him, bowed slightly, her eyes smiling, and asked in confusion, "What is Fu Aiqing doing? You keep saying you'll issue an edict for disaster relief, but now that the imperial seal is in your hands, why don't you issue the edict?"

Fu Qingbai: "...Your Majesty, considering the suffering of the people, curbing extravagance, and restraining personal desires are the actions of a wise ruler."

Xiang Xin looked down at him disdainfully and said, "Minister Fu, tell me, was my father a wise ruler?"

"Yes."

"I also thought so, but what was the result? He was assassinated by Xiao Jiu! Killed by his own daughter! Hahahaha, how laughable, how laughable! This shows that whether a ruler is wise or foolish, he will eventually die. Since the outcome is the same, why can't I enjoy my death?"

He spoke with such confidence that Xiang An, perched on Fu Qingbai's shoulder, was dumbfounded: "No, really? You finally managed to kill someone, and it actually caused a butterfly effect?"

They killed the previous emperor, which terrified the new emperor so much that he went mad!

How could that be? She had personally heard the Emperor mention the incident where Xiang Xin had pawned and exposed the corpses of servants in the marketplace.

Given his ruthless nature, would he really become twisted because of her assassination attempt?

impossible!

The only reason is that this guy is using what she did as a pretext to silence Fu Qingbai.

Looking at Fu Qingbai's tightly pursed lips, and then at the smugness hidden in Xiang Xin's eyes, Xiang An could no longer hold back. She leaped up and pounced on his head, scratching him furiously.

Although it couldn't actually scratch him, although he couldn't feel it, and although it was useless, Xiang An just wanted to do something to vent his anger.

After a moment of silence, Fu Qingbai said, "Your Majesty, enjoyment should be moderate. Peace and prosperity for the world is something that all the officials in the court and even the people of the world desire and want to achieve."

Xiang Xin sneered, and in a rather incongruous manner, lifted his robe and sat down: "Minister Fu, you have quite the nerve."

Fu Qingbai knelt with his head bowed.

After a soft chuckle, Xiang Xin said, "You don't care about the corruption and bribery of civil and military officials, you don't care about the rebellious populace plotting a rebellion, but you interfere when I paint a few pictures in my spare time. What? Want to change the emperor?"

Fu Qingbai: "Your subject dares not. Throughout history, corrupt officials have been endless, while honest officials—"

"Take your memorial and get out of here!" Xiang Xin interrupted forcefully.

"..."

Fu Qingbai disregarded the rules and raised his head, staring directly at Xiang Xin without any attempt to hide his gaze.

Xiang Xin raised an eyebrow and said wickedly, "What? You want to learn from Xiao Jiu too?" To assassinate the emperor.