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

As expected, Ding Yinan had no doubts whatsoever.

"Yes! Your subordinate will definitely complete the mission perfectly! I will exchange my merits for your release!" He took the envelope and went out beaming.

"The shy young man of yesteryear has grown into a little crybaby."

Xiang An watched him leave with a chorus of amazement, then nudged Fu Qingbai with her elbow, "Why did you lie to him? He's so naive. If he knew that Xiang Xin's purpose in coming here was to have him or someone with him replace you, wouldn't he be heartbroken?"

Fu Qingbai naturally couldn't hear it. He was engrossed in writing on the paper. When Xiang An leaned closer to look, the two large characters "final words" appeared before his eyes.

Xiang An said with shame, "Why did you do this? At least if you commit treason, you'll die in the open. But being locked up in this prison is more miserable than a turtle. Now that things have come to this, no one will even know you're dead."

Oh no, she knows. Because if he dies then, she might be free.

Fu Qingbai wrote a beautiful and tragic letter entitled "Last Words," which took up three whole pages. It wasn't that he only had three pages; it was that he only had three pages.

I've always heard that words can express deep feelings, and today I see that this is also a final piece of writing.

After finishing writing, Fu Qingbai pressed the three final letters under a brick in the corner of the prison cell, and then piled a thick layer of straw on top of the brick.

After doing all this, he quietly sat down cross-legged and reminded An Piaolai, "You're hiding so well, who can see you?"

Fu Qingbai: "..."

He didn't react at all, and Xiang An was already used to it: "Tell me, if you had written it just now, you could have let that kid Ding Yinan take it out. That kid only seems a bit simple-minded in front of you, but he's very shrewd to others."

"Years have passed, and he has changed a lot. The shy boy has eventually become a mature adult. However, as long as his heart isn't bad, no matter how he changes, he will still be—"

“Princess, I know you are here.” Fu Qingbai, who had been keeping her head down and quiet, suddenly spoke up.

Xiang An's rambling had to be stopped. Helplessly, she looked at him, waiting for him to say something incomprehensible. She was already able to deal perfectly with Fu Qingbai's inexplicable sudden conversations with her since she entered the prison. It was just that she had to deal with it more often today, and she was particularly crazy.

Fu Qingbai: "You saw everything just now, didn't you?"

He spoke calmly, without looking up. A dim light enveloped most of his face. Xiang An was unsure of his emotions, so she gave a blank "ah" and waited for him to continue.

A moment later, he raised his hand and made a grabbing motion in the air for no apparent reason. His well-defined knuckles were not lacking in beauty in the dim environment. Apart from a bit of strange madness, he was no different from an ordinary person.

The atmosphere became strangely tense. Xiang An frowned and approached, looking at his calm and indifferent expression, and said, "If you have something to say, say it. If you keep calling for ghosts, even ghosts will get annoyed."

Whether by coincidence or not, as soon as she finished speaking, Fu Qingbai slowly lowered her hand, placing it somewhat helplessly on her lap. Her fingertips twisted the hem of her clothes tightly before letting go. She pursed her lips, lowered her eyes, and stubbornly straightened the hem of her clothes.

Xiang An didn't understand his behavior, but respected it. After all, the prison uniform was his only clothing, so it was normal for him to cherish it.

He waited and waited, but still didn't say anything. Xiang An's patience ran out, and he drifted to the corner to count ants.

"Princess, if you saw the letter just now, please tell me the answer in your next life, okay?"

Fu Qingbai's palms gradually tightened, as if he had made up his mind. "Whether you agree or refuse, please tell me clearly."

As An counted the ants intently, he could hardly believe his ears and exclaimed incredulously, "A suicide note written to me? Why didn't you say so sooner?"

In fact, when he wrote the letter, she saw the words "final words" and then stopped reading.

Letters are personal privacy, and it's one thing that she shouldn't peek at them, but another thing is that this is someone's last letter to their family. It must have been a letter expressing what they wanted to say but never said aloud. They might even shed tears when they were deeply in love. This is not a moment when they are weak, pitiful, helpless, or in need of comfort or sympathy.

Xiang An tried to move the straw, but it was obviously to no avail; her hands passed right through the straw as usual.

This was the first time she had ever encountered someone in a difficult situation who would ultimately think of her and entrust her with something they could rely on.

Although it is unknown what answer Fu Qingbai needs from her empty soul, this special explanation at this special moment must be taken seriously.

She rushed anxiously to Fu Qingbai's side, repeating over and over, "What did you write? What answer do you want from me?"

Fu Qingbai was unaware of Xiang An's anxiety. He continued to himself, "I am writing this letter without permission. It may trouble you for a while, but it is better to make some things clear."

"What? What?" Xiang An kept asking like a tireless mosquito, but where in this world can you find so many people who are on the same wavelength?

Fu Qingbai had already fallen asleep against the wall, exhausted. His face was pale, his lips were chapped and peeling, and he was constantly sweating. During his time in prison, the guards had not tortured him much, but his meals were never on time, and sometimes they would not bring him food for two or three days.

I won't die, but living is also painful.

Fortunately, Xiang An, as a spirit, did not need to eat or drink, otherwise she would not have had the same tenacious willpower as Fu Qingbai.

Xiang An greatly admired Fu Qingbai. Although he was so weak from hunger that his limbs were powerless, he could always manage to sit up straight and cross-legged whenever someone passed by.

At first, she didn't understand him and looked down on him. He had already fallen to such a state, so why did he need to spend so much effort to maintain his outward glory?

But after seeing more of him, I gradually understood the reason. No matter how strong he was, he was just a spirited young man in his twenties. But he was no longer just himself; he was the spiritual pillar of the entire Marquis's mansion.

There is a book in the study of Piaoxiang Tower that records: When he was twelve years old, his two older brothers died on the battlefield. When the news reached the capital, he was only thirteen years old. At such a young age, he went to the battlefield alone on horseback to collect his brothers' bodies. After his brothers' funeral, he went straight to the battlefield against the objections of his mother and grandmother, and followed his father to fight on the battlefield, vowing to avenge his brothers.

Although he was granted a title at the age of sixteen, it was earned at the cost of his father's life. He cried as he escorted his father's coffin back to the capital. He was supposed to observe three years of mourning at home, but the border was in dire straits and the various factions of the military generals in the court were deeply entrenched. The emperor had no choice but to issue an edict exempting him from the three-year mourning period, leaving behind the women and children in his household, and went to the border to quell the situation.

Xiang Anpiao stood in front of him, scrutinizing him, and murmured to herself, "You're also afraid that they'll worry about you outside, aren't you?"