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

"Xiang Xin! What have you done?! What have you done?! What have you done to my mother?!"

Fu Qingbai's expressionless face cracked inch by inch as if he were walking on thin ice. His eyes turned terrifyingly red in an instant, and the veins on his neck bulged and turned bright red. His whole body trembled as if a thousand needles were piercing his heart. The intense pain was like being burned by a raging fire. His usual calmness and rationality burned away in this moment.

With a tremendous effort, the two guards couldn't hold him and let go. Completely out of his mind, Fu Qingbai ran to Xiang Xin in a few steps, grabbed his neck with both hands, and shouted, "Why, why, why?"

Intense and insane.

What Fu Qingbai didn't know was that when a person is in extreme sadness and anger, they are completely unable to speak.

Therefore, in everyone's eyes, Fu Qingbai was now a crazed tyrant who was choking Xiang Xin by the neck, his lips trembling without making a sound.

The young emperor's life was threatened, and the guards were instantly terrified and at a loss. Just then, a guard with a wheat-colored complexion drew his sword and swiftly struck twice. Instantly, a shrill scream of pain rang out, making everyone's heart tremble.

Fu Qingbai lay in a pool of blood, her eyes vacant as she stared at Xiang Xin, her lips still uttering incessant murmurs.

Blood gushed out and sprayed all over the ground; the pain of having his arm severed was excruciating.

Xiang Xin, finally able to breathe, coughed incessantly. Once he recovered, he raised his sword to slit Fu Qingbai's neck, but the wheat-colored guard stopped him: "Your Majesty, he will die."

"If someone wants my life, then so be it," Xiang Xin said dismissively.

"What should we do about Princess Miankang?" asked the guard with the wheat-colored skin.

Upon hearing this, Xiang Xin loosened his grip on the sword, and finally gave up: "Take one more step."

The wheat-skinned guard knelt on one knee: "Your subordinate is here."

"Summon the imperial physician to save him." Xiang Xin loosened his grip on the sword, flicked his sleeve, and turned his back. "If he dies, everyone in the Imperial Hospital will be doomed."

"Yes." He clasped his hands in a fist salute and was about to leave.

"and many more."

Xiang Xin slowly approached Fu Qingbai, looking down at him. "Fu Qingbai, listen to me carefully. If you die, not only will the people in the Imperial Hospital die, but your family and your secret guards will also die."

“I was able to suppress the prince’s rebellion. Do you think I wouldn’t know about the people you secretly arranged? I’m not like my foolish and naive father.”

With a calm tone, he uttered chilling words. Xiang An stared at him sternly, his high opinion of Xiang Xin rising once again.

He has been on the throne for less than a year, yet he is already so powerful. If he were to remain on the throne for a longer period of time... Xiang An dared not think too deeply about it. It is truly hard to say whether such a clever yet cruel emperor will bring him fortune or misfortune once he has truly gained power.

Also, what was with that disdainful and contemptuous tone he used when he mentioned his father earlier?

Xiang An's gaze swept over everyone in the room, finally settling on Xiang Xin and Jin Yi. Something seemed off about them, but he couldn't quite put his finger on why.

The guards carried Fu Qingbai away, but Xiang An was pleasantly surprised to find that she was not being dragged along by the invisible barrier. She raised her hand and carefully touched her surroundings. There were no restrictions. She... was free!

Overwhelmed by a tremendous surprise, Xiang An was overjoyed and excitedly ran around, shouting, "I'm free! I'm really free!"

She drifted around inside and outside the palace, and then couldn't wait to leave. No, the palace was too chaotic now. Pulling hair was too taxing on her brain cells. It was too murky, and she couldn't stay there for even a second longer.

One step, two steps, they moved forward without hindrance, but they couldn't get out of the palace gates. After several unsuccessful attempts to get out, Xiang An finally gave up and said, "It seems that the scope has been expanded this time, but why?"

She thought the expansion of the barrier last time was due to the magic performed by Master Xuanqing, but now it seems that this is not the case.

With a sigh, Xiang An turned to go back, only to find that she could no longer land. She was trapped thirty meters in the air. Just as she was about to figure it out, she was back beside Fu Qingbai in the blink of an eye, unable to leave.

Xiang An, who couldn't figure out what was going on, attributed everything to the system.

An unreliable system!

Thinking this, Xiang An put aside his desire to investigate further and carefully looked around. There were red lacquered pillars, yellow gauze curtains, and a huge Bagua diagram hanging on the wall. Upon closer inspection, he was amazed to see that it was hand-painted.

Exquisite and detailed.

Each stroke is meticulously crafted, some thick, some thin.

Unfortunately, Xiang An couldn't understand it at all. In college, she had audited a few classes on the I Ching out of curiosity, but although the teacher explained it in detail and in a simple way, she couldn't understand a single word.

Every tongue-twisting and complex long and short sentence printed in the book, every single word of which Xiang An recognized, when put together to form a passage of text, was as if written in a heavenly book.

A quick glance at the Bagua diagram was enough to hurt his eyes. Protecting his eyes is everyone's responsibility, so Xiang An didn't make things difficult for himself and looked away without hesitation.

The room was square, with an unfamiliar image of a Taoist priest hanging on the wall in the center. In front of it was a long table with offerings, incense burners, and other items on it, and two prayer cushions on the floor.

"The furnishings here are no different from those in a Taoist temple. It seems that Xiang Xin has imprisoned him in some unknown place in the palace." Xiang An had no recollection of this place.

After wandering around for a while, Xiang An felt more at ease. He sat cross-legged next to Fu Qingbai, who was unconscious due to excessive bleeding. Looking at his slightly rising and falling chest, Xiang An sighed softly, "The imperial physician's medical skills are quite good."

In an era before the concept of blood transfusions, so much blood was lost, and somehow, the person was actually saved.

but……

Xiang An tilted his head and looked at Fu Qingbai lying on the ground: "You'd better be tough and survive the infection and inflammation, otherwise even a god can't save you."

"Really?" In the dimly lit room, Fu Qingbai's sudden and natural response startled Xiang An, who remained silent for a few moments.

"Princess Miankang, is it really true that even a god cannot save me?" Fu Qingbai asked again.

Xiang An snapped out of her daze upon hearing this, and leaned closer in puzzlement, carefully observing his tightly closed eyes: "You're awake?"

"Ah."

Suddenly, the eyes, covered by thin eyelids, opened, and their eyes met unexpectedly, startling Xiang An so much that her heart skipped a beat.

Subconsciously blinking, Xiang An focused his gaze on his face and noticed that Fu Qingbai had double eyelids, the arc of which was very small and not easily noticed. His eyelashes were very long and distinct, and his skin was fair, not pale due to excessive blood loss.

Because they were so close, Xiang An seemed to see a glimmer of light flash in his dark pupils, fleeting and hard to catch.

But she was certain that it was true, and she wasn't seeing things.

Her nose was straight and smooth, and below it were pale but thin lips, which were perfectly straight and thin.