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

Fu Qingbai was secretly imprisoned, and he could not hide it from his family. The Fu family, having lost its pillar, must be filled with panic and would definitely try every means, connections, and money to find out the news.

He was sitting there, barely holding on, not for any glory or prestige, but to let outsiders know he was fine, and to reassure his family that he was alright.

Foolish people always have a lot of love.

Knowing the answer to his question had not been answered, Fu Qingbai closed his eyes and pretended to sleep.

After several unsuccessful attempts to move the straw, Xiang An finally gave up and shouted, "System, after restarting, besides the memory being erased, will the things disappear?"

With her mind at peace, Xiang An was about to shout a few more times when suddenly a thunderous bolt of lightning struck, charring her inside and out as she collapsed on the ground, with wisps of black smoke rising from her.

Recovering from her sudden shock, Xiang An burst into a tirade of curses. The system was such a scoundrel; the lightning strike it caused was only visible and felt by her.

The bombs only targeted her. The lightning rod above her head was useless. Hiding in the house was no use, and running away was also no use. The bombs continued to strike her, as if a tracking device had been installed on her with pinpoint accuracy.

Unable to resist, he was struck ten times by lightning like a dead fish, and Xiang Ansheng was filled with despair: "This damn life, this damn system."

In fact, she could wait until the game restarts and then come back to the prison to see if the letter had disappeared, but she couldn't afford to gamble.

Once a 'last letter' is gone, it's truly gone. Even if the person rewrites it, their state of mind and experiences will never be exactly the same as the current one.

"I should have just been low-class and peeped. He wouldn't have known anyway, right? Ugh, so much regret, so much resentment! If only someone could have helped me, if only someone could have seen me… wait—"

As Xiang An lay dying, he said, "Can't Master Xuanqing see me and hear me? Why don't we just ask him to come and help? But he's locked up right now, so how can I see him?"

I thought and thought, but I couldn't come up with a solution.

She hadn't forgotten Xiang Xin's perverted attitude towards Daoist Xuanqing—that intimacy, that familiarity, that harmony… Pshaw! Harmony between two men, my foot!

If a Taoist priest from the martial arts world entered the palace, it would be considered merciful if Xiang Xin didn't kill him. How could he possibly know his Taoist name and be so polite to him?

This speculation suggests that Master Xuanqing was a Taoist priest specially kept in the imperial palace.

Taoist priests exist in both TV dramas and historical records. Among them, the most famous and well-known is Yuan Tiangang, who was skilled in feng shui, fortune telling, and celestial observation.

Therefore, it is quite normal for Master Xuanqing to appear in the palace.

The perverted Xiang Xin knew Master Xuanqing, so he must have valued him highly. But would a Taoist priest who was valued by the emperor and had a very high status easily appear in the imperial prison? It's definitely impossible.

"Fu Qingbai, Fu Qingbai, I can't think of a solution. You're making things too difficult for me. Either you take out the letter and read it to me now, or we can only gamble that this letter won't disappear." Xiang An couldn't think of a solution, but he didn't intend to make things difficult for himself. "Anyway, I've done my best."

There is nothing difficult in the world, just give up.

Time in the prison sometimes passed quickly, sometimes slowly. In ordinary prison life, Fu Qingbai's daily life was as follows: he would sleep when he was tired and stare blankly when he was awake, relying entirely on his body to sense whether he should sleep or not, and his daily routine was completely chaotic.

Xiang An, on the other hand, doesn't need to sleep at all. He just keeps his eyes wide open all day, not thinking about anything, not looking at anything, and just passing the time in boredom without moving.

The prison was still dark today, and the only torch stuck in the wall seemed to have dimmed.

Gazing at the flickering firelight in the darkness, Xiang An's mind raced with random thoughts: "This thing needs a replacement. But it's not essential; the cell isn't big, you can walk through it in the dark. Aside from the risk of blindness from lack of light, it's perfectly fine, and it even saves Xiang Xin money. Speaking of saving money, how many cells are there in this prison? If there are a hundred, then…"

With a loud crash, his thoughts were interrupted. Several guards dressed in red flying fish robes filed in, one of them grabbing Fu Qingbai by one arm and roughly dragging him out.

Oh my god? Is it time for her to be beheaded? Is she finally free?

Xiang An's eyes lit up, and she followed with great interest, but soon she was disappointed.

She and Fu Qingbai were locked in a room with yellow talismans pasted on the walls and windows, and red arrays drawn on the floor.

At the same time, Xiang Xin's voice came from outside:

"Master Xuanqing, is this really effective?"

"Yes, but the current situation is special... If... However, Your Majesty need not worry..."

The voice was intermittent, as if the speaker was intentionally lowering their voice, but Xiang An immediately recognized the owner of the voice as Master Xuanqing. In her excitement, she pounded on the door, shouting, "Taoist! Taoist!"

Footsteps approached from outside, and the next moment, Master Xuanqing stood between them through the door and asked, "Princess Miankang, what is it?"

Even without seeing Master Xuanqing's face, just from his cheeky tone, Xiang An could imagine that he must be grinning from ear to ear, still acting like a three-year-old child even in his old age.

But now is not the time to pay attention to that. She asked excitedly, "Can you do me a favor?"

"Of course, but not now. After I finish this ceremony, whatever the princess wants me to do, I will do." Master Xuanqing replied quickly, but his words were rather strange.

A ceremony? What ceremony?

A sense of unease suddenly arose in Xiang An's heart. His excited emotions quickly subsided, and his gaze swept across the furnishings in the room before he realized: This was a ritual to be performed.

Will it work for her? I don't know, but judging from what I saw on TV, it would probably hurt a lot.

Forcing a straight face, he calmly asked An, "You didn't care when I said I was going to kill someone, what do you mean by this now?"

Master Xuanqing gave an embarrassed smile: "This old Taoist doesn't care, but this is His Majesty's will today, and this old Taoist has no choice but to comply. Please forgive me, Princess."

What does 向杺 mean?

Before I could ask any more questions, Master Xuanqing had already left.

Frowning, Xiang An was considering what to do when he turned around and saw that Fu Qingbai had already torn down all the yellow talismans on the wall and windows and stacked them into a thick pile on the table.

He tore up the talisman but didn't stop. He stretched out his sleeves to cover his hands, knelt down, and half-lay on the ground, painstakingly wiping the talisman on the ground. However, he didn't know what kind of paint it was made of, because after wiping for a long time, there was no change at all.

Her tense nerves relaxed instantly, and she floated onto his back to sit. After watching him busy for a long time, she couldn't help but yawn at An. She wasn't sleepy, just bored.