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

If you say he's cold-blooded, he always unintentionally reveals a touch of tenderness in his interactions with others; if you say he's loyal to the emperor and loves his country, he also has his own secret guards and is always ready to assassinate the emperor.

If he was plotting to seize power, then after the emperor's death, in order to reduce casualties, he immediately chose the eldest prince, Xiang Xin, to become emperor. If he was devoted to the Yuan Kingdom, then what about Xiang An...?

No, whether facing her father or Xiang Xin, Fu Qingbai's attitude remained consistent: lukewarm, neither subservient nor loyal. It was as if he didn't care who was emperor; he simply respected the person who was "emperor."

In the original owner's memory, she had never heard of Fu Qingbai having any close contact with any prince, nor with the court officials, and even the entire Fu family was like this. They did not hold banquets, did not accept gifts, and only knew how to fight.

To the emperor, this is called a loyal subject, a minister who is only loyal to the emperor; to the court officials, this is called an enemy, someone who is ignorant of human relationships and worldly affairs.

There was a rumor that the Fu family was loyal only to the Yuan Kingdom; as long as the Yuan Kingdom existed, they would exist; but if the Yuan Kingdom were to perish, the Fu family would surely be the first to perish.

So why is Fu Qingbai such a contradictory person?

Xiang An sat there blankly all night, thinking all night long. When she turned around, she saw that Fu Qingbai had opened his eyes at some point and was looking at her with burning eyes.

He shifted his crossed legs and asked An, "Why are you looking at me like that?"

"You are not Xiang An."

Xiang An's heart tightened, but thinking about the current situation, she felt inexplicably relieved. She slowly got up and patted off non-existent dust from her clothes: "I am."

She played a word game, but she shares the same name as the original owner, so how can she not be the same person?

“You are not Princess Miankang, so who are you?” Fu Qingbai asked with certainty.

“I am indeed not her.” Xiang An stated frankly that she was now a spirit, and not only could no one do anything to her, but also, once the ten-year period was up and the system restarted, all his memories would be erased. “But so what? Find a Taoist priest to take me away? As for who I am, that’s not important.”

Xuanqing had been performing rituals in private for a month straight, and she hadn't noticed anything at all. In fact, if Xiang Xin hadn't told her, she would have thought it was just that one time with the bell.

In fact, if the system hadn't intervened, Xiang An wouldn't have become a spirit, imprisoned in the capital city without freedom.

The answer was unexpected; Fu Qingbai was visibly relaxed, and his usual coldness and hardness were barely perceptible.

His performance surprised Xiang An. She had guessed that Fu Qingbai, who knew the truth, might be afraid, might be terrified, or might even pursue ideas like immortality. But she never expected him to be so calm and relaxed.

“It’s very important,” Fu Qingbai said earnestly, “at least to me.”

"To you? What do you mean?" Xiang Anxin was wary.

The system has been restarted twice. Now, Fu Qingbai's memory should only include the princess who died immediately after she inexplicably killed the emperor. In other words, the two of them are not familiar with each other now.

Fu Qingbai's personality clearly doesn't suggest that he would inexplicably offer help to others. His sudden strange remarks make Xiang An suspicious.

"Ghosts and spirits? Mountain demons and monsters?"

Fu Qingbai guessed two correctly in a row, which amused Xiang An. However, he couldn't laugh out loud; he had to pretend to be deep in thought. After all, the things he and Xiang Xin had been doing were so secretive, who knew what he was planning now?

Although they couldn't do anything about her, it was always better to be cautious.

Xiang An: "Which type of me do you want me to be?"

Fu Qingbai stared at her intently and said, "It seems neither is true. Then there's only one possibility: you're not a deity from this place?"

He paused at the end, clearly unsure.

However, his lack of confidence, when it reached Xiang An's ears, terrified him, because he had already guessed half of it correctly.

We can't let him keep guessing.

Having made up his mind, Xiang An smiled slightly: "General Fu is indeed clever."

His acting was excellent, but unfortunately, it couldn't fool Fu Qingbai. He said, "It seems that's not the case." With just a glance, he knew exactly what was true and what was false.

Hearing his confident conclusion, Xiang An remained unfazed and smiled, saying, "Since you don't believe me, why keep asking me?"

Fu Qingbai glanced at her, said nothing more, silently got up, and bit the four corners of the quilt to smooth it out.

He did indeed obey and not ask any more questions, but Xiang An still had a whole host of questions to ask. He scratched his cheek with his index finger and asked guiltily, "What did you write in the letter?"

Fu Qingbai looked at her without speaking, but her eyes conveyed the message, "What letter?"

Swallowing hard to suppress his embarrassment, he said to An, "Although I know it's not good for me to ask so directly, there are some things that really can't be left unasked or unexplained."

"Go on," Fu Qingbai said, sparing with his words.

“The letter! The letter you wrote to me from prison.” The jar was already broken, and Xiang An braced himself and said bluntly, “I didn’t read it when you wrote it.”

Fu Qingbai lowered his eyes and remained silent. Xiang An was so anxious that he almost scratched his head in frustration before finally speaking, "It's better that you didn't see it."

“What do you mean it’s good that you didn’t see it? That’s a suicide note.” Xiang An didn’t understand. “It’s the last letter from someone who’s still alive. It’s very important.”

Am I dead now?

"No."

"Then what makes it the last letter?"

“That’s true, but…” Xiang An had a feeling that something was wrong, but he couldn’t quite put his finger on it.

“Princess, that’s not important,” Fu Qingbai said.

Listening to his affirmative words and looking into his clear eyes, Xiang An inexplicably sensed a hint of passion within them.

"Since you put it that way, then I'll listen to you." Xiang An took a step back, widening the distance between them, and sat down on the futon on the ground.

He wrote the letter, and only he knows its contents. Whether it's important or not is none of her business; at least she's fulfilled her basic courtesy as the recipient.

"Mmm." Fu Qingbai gently closed her eyes.

Xiang An waited quietly for a while, looking at him again and again. Seeing that he really didn't speak, she had no choice but to bite the bullet and ask, "Can you find a way to see Daoist Xuanqing?"

Fu Qingbai opened his eyes and looked at her.

Clearing his throat, he said to An, "I made a deal with him, and he did everything I asked. I haven't fulfilled my promise to him yet."

After pondering for a moment, Fu Qingbai said, "Can't you go by yourself?"

“Yes.” Xiang An pointed around. “There are restrictions. I can’t go too far away from you.”

"Temporary or permanent?"

"...I don't know." Subconsciously, Xiang An concealed the fact that she had briefly gained a great deal of freedom when he was on the verge of death yesterday.

"You became... and have been by my side ever since?"

Fu Qingbai omitted the word 'ghost' in her words, but Xiang An still noticed it. She said directly, "Yes. You don't need to hide what I've become. I know very well what I am like now."

“…It’s different,” Fu Qingbai said.

"what?"