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

The loud noise startled Xiang An, who was about to run away when she turned around and saw Fu Qingbai standing there without any reaction.

He pulled back the foot he had taken a step with, staring intently at the gate, wondering who had come. The person outside didn't give Xiang An much time to guess before quickly entering.

Leading the way was the Prime Minister, followed by various ministers of the court. Each of them wore a solemn expression, but upon seeing Fu Qingbai for the first time, a hint of joy appeared on their faces.

Zhong Zan approached and cupped his hands in greeting: "Marquis Anwu, how are you feeling?"

Before he could reply, a tall, muscular, dark-faced man next to him impatiently pushed past him and stepped to the front: "Stop dawdling! Don't you know His Majesty is in imminent danger? Can't you just say what's important? Will you die if you don't exchange pleasantries?"

Zhong Zan's face darkened, and he stepped in front of him, blocking his way: "Qi Cheng, do you even understand what etiquette is?"

"Etiquette? You're still concerned about that at a time like this?" Qi Cheng sneered. "Why don't you use your etiquette to reason with those princes? See if they'll back down because of your impeccable manners?"

"You!" Zhong Zan was so angry that his face turned red. The Prime Minister frowned and interrupted their argument: "If you want to argue, go outside! This is a time for discussion, not for your quarrels."

The two men looked displeased, but both gave a cold snort and, mindful of the Prime Minister's words, remained silent. Once they stopped, the room became so quiet that only the breathing of the other people could be heard.

The Prime Minister smiled faintly, seemingly quite satisfied with his own intimidation. He stepped forward and spoke with extreme humility: "Lord Anwu, His Majesty is currently unconscious, and the other princes have surrounded the palace with their private armies. Within the entire palace, only you, Lord Anwu, can turn the tide."

"hypocritical!"

When Fu Qingbai got into trouble, no one helped him. Now that he's in crisis, everyone is turning to him first.

I don't buy into this pretentious and affected attitude at all. Such words can only fool a three-year-old child and a soft-hearted saint.

With such poor acting skills, she believed that Fu Qingbai, a person who had faced life and death on the battlefield, would not be unable to see through this tactic.

Standing to the side, arms crossed, looking relaxed, Xiang An played the role of a spectator, his expectant expression practically screaming "Reject him!"

Fu Qingbai, lost in thought, slightly raised her eyes, her dark and deep gaze seemingly filled with struggle.

The prime minister, who was standing at the front, immediately noticed something was wrong. He cupped his hands and spoke again: "Lord Anwu, your family has been generals for generations, protecting the country. The late emperor trusted you and not only did not take back your military power when you returned in triumph, but he also did not mention it afterward and simply placed the military power in your hands without any worries."

"Although the new emperor is young, he acts decisively and has the qualities of a wise ruler. I believe you knew this better than we did when you chose the new emperor to ascend the throne. Now that His Majesty is in crisis, we, as his subjects, should go through fire and water for him, even unto death. What does Marquis Anwu think?"

The Prime Minister truly lived up to his title, glorifying Xiang Xin's ruthlessness and tyranny, as well as his methods of humiliating people for amusement, as "decisiveness in action."

Fu Qing raised his eyelids slightly and said indifferently, "With such a silver tongue, Prime Minister, you might as well go out and become a storyteller."

"Marquis Anwu, I urge you to be careful with your words and actions! Now that there is chaos outside, you do not suppress it, but instead hide in a corner of the palace and live a peaceful life. We came here specifically to find you and ask you to take action, and the result is... Humph! Do you have any respect for your ancestors?"

Although annoyed, the prime minister still maintained the demeanor befitting a prime minister.

Upon hearing this, the other ministers in the room couldn't help but voice their support:

The Minister of Revenue said, "The Prime Minister is right. Whether it's your ancestors or His Majesty, you can no longer hide now."

The Vice Minister of War said: "Everyone has their own responsibilities. If everyone fails to perform their duties, the world will be in chaos. Marquis Anwu, His Majesty has entrusted you with military power because he trusts you. You are the one who receives the emperor's salary, so you should be loyal to the emperor and bear the emperor's worries. What is there to fear?"

Shao Bao: "You military officers, you always say you're willing to die on the battlefield, but when it comes to actually showing up, you all run away faster than anyone else."

Qi Cheng: "Shut up!! You talk a good game, why don't you go? What's the use of just talking?"

Left Censor-in-Chief: "We're just talking nonsense? You ran faster than any of us just now. If you hadn't led the way, none of us would have run!"

Upon hearing this, Qi Cheng was so angry that the veins on his neck bulged. He pushed aside the people in front of him and squeezed to the front: "Marquis Anwu, hand over the military tally. You think you can hide? Go ahead and hide. I'll lead my troops and fight my way out!"

Fu Qingbai glanced at him, her eyes cold, without making a move.

"You? You have neither brains nor courage. If we gave you military power, I think we would just commit suicide instead of being tortured."

The Left Censor-in-Chief remarked sarcastically, "Don't give it to Marquis Anwu. What talent could someone who relies on his father possibly have?"

"You old bastard! You don't even need to kill yourself, I'll strangle you right now!"

Qi Cheng's eyes were red-rimmed, and he gripped the Left Censor-in-Chief's clothes tightly with both hands, as fierce as a wolf. What he hated most in his life was being told that he relied on his father's connections. "Throw your corpse out, let them tear it to pieces and chop it into mincemeat to vent their anger!"

"You brute! You brute! You couldn't even argue with me, so you disregarded camaraderie. If I gave you military power, you'd be the first to kill us all! No wonder you can only rely on your father—"

"Shut up! Shut up!" Qi Cheng actually grabbed his neck.

"General Zhaoyi, please remain calm."

"Let go! Someone's going to die!"

"They're all colleagues, why act so impulsively?"

When the ministers who were nearby saw that the two were really fighting, they could no longer keep quiet and one by one spoke up to act as peacemakers.

The small room was instantly thrown into chaos. The once noble and aloof ministers were now as noisy as chickens in a market.

Fu Qingbai coldly observed the chaotic scene before him, offering no attempt to dissuade him.

"Lord Anwu, what do you think?" An unusual question suddenly broke out amidst the ongoing argument.

Fu Qingbai looked at him upon hearing the sound—Bai Yuchen, the Left Censor-in-Chief, and Qi Cheng were already fighting not far from him, but he didn't even glance at them, his handsome face remaining calm.

Fu Qingbai: "Who is leading the troops outside?"

“The Third Prince and the Fifth Prince.” Bai Yuchen pondered for a moment. “When the news came, I climbed over the wall to take a look. I found that although the soldiers they brought were dressed as servants, they did not give me the feeling that they were just servants or eunuchs, but rather trained, real soldiers.”

Have you seen the Five Cities Military Command?

"Yes, but there are very few of them. If it weren't for the military officers holding us back outside, we wouldn't have gotten here and wouldn't have been able to talk for so long."

Bai Yuchen frowned, hesitating several times, "May I ask General Anwu, was it you who caused His Majesty's unconsciousness?"