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

Su Yicheng, seeing his anger about to erupt, was abruptly stopped by this sentence. He said unhappily, "Qi Yuanshen, I'm not your brother, mind your own business."

The tone was unfriendly, implying, "If you can't give me a straight answer, I'm going to hit you."

Qi Yuanshen was not annoyed by this. Without even glancing at him, he solemnly raised the letter in his hand and looked directly at Ren Xueqing: "How much of what is said on the paper is credible?"

Ren Xueqing smiled faintly and asked in return, "Given the current situation in the capital, even if only 10% of what is written in the letter is true, that is still a glimmer of hope, isn't it?"

Qi Yuan pondered for a moment, then said in a hoarse voice, "It is indeed hope."

The two spoke in a cryptic and ambiguous manner, making it truly difficult to guess their meaning.

Su Yicheng snatched the letter and read: "The King of Wu has raised an army in Jiangxi and will soon arrive in the capital."

The King of Wu was the third younger brother of the late emperor and the uncle of the young emperor Xiang Xin. The late emperor greatly favored the King of Wu, who revered and respected him.

King Wu's birth mother died early, and the infant King Wu was raised by the late emperor's stepmother. The affection between King Wu and the late emperor as brothers goes without saying.

It was precisely because of the deep friendship between the King of Wu and the late emperor that the letter mentioned the King of Wu's uprising in Jiangxi, which raised many doubts.

No matter how willful and reckless the young emperor Xiang Xin may be, he is still his brother's son and the current emperor of the Yuan Kingdom. As his uncle, the King of Wu can at most reprimand him, but there is nothing else he can do.

Moreover, the King of Wu was the first person to receive the decree from the young emperor Xiang Xin.

When the late emperor passed away, the Prince of Wu should have rushed back to the capital to offer condolences, but a group of rebellious refugees suddenly emerged in Jiangxi, and their numbers increased rapidly.

At this time, the young emperor Xiang Xin issued his first decree after ascending the throne, ordering Prince Wu to remain in Jiangxi to suppress the refugees. Prince Wu accepted the decree without hesitation and remained in Jiangxi until recently.

"Fine, I'll wait three days," Qi Yuanshen said through gritted teeth, wanting to take a gamble.

According to legend, King Wu is kind-hearted and sincere, and his love is boundless. If King Wu were to lead his troops from afar to resolve the current predicament of the capital, it would not be unreasonable to wait for him.

If the King of Wu doesn't come, and his father is trapped in the palace by the young emperor, he can't just abandon his father and run away with his family. So whether he gambles or not, the outcome won't be worse than it is now.

"Wait? Does Young Master Qi really intend to stake his entire fortune and life on the King of Wu?" Ren Xueqing's small face lit up as she looked around at everyone, her smile deep. "Does everyone here really intend to wait?"

Not long ago, Ren Xueqing received news that the Prime Minister was trapped in the palace. She immediately dispatched a dozen or so assassins overnight to risk their lives to carve a bloody path from the capital to deliver the message to the Prince of Wu.

Upon receiving the news, the King of Wu wrote this letter, which was then brought back to the capital by assassins. His purpose was to have her open the city gates for him so that his army could march directly to the palace.

After all, the capital has undergone such a great upheaval, and it is only right and proper that the King of Wu should return to the capital to find out what happened.

Even though their behavior was excessive, it was understandable. The two of them were family behind closed doors, so what couldn't they talk about?

There has never been a case in the world where an uncle was killed by his nephew because of a loss of control due to familial affection and filial piety. At that time, the only one who died was Ren Xueqing, the one who opened the city gate.

Although Ren Xueqing was a young lady from a respectable family, the Prime Minister had raised her as a boy since she was his only daughter. He not only told her everything about court affairs, but also analyzed them one by one.

After reading the King of Wu's letter, she understood his intentions. She didn't believe that Qi Yuanshen had read the letter and didn't understand its meaning. She glanced at Qi Yuanshen, who wouldn't even look at her, and Ren Xueqing looked down on him.

"You said the news, you said there was hope, and now you're saying we shouldn't wait for our King Wu, Ren Xueqing, what exactly do you want us to do?" Xia Zhiruo was furious. Her family's rice and grain were already insufficient, and the reason she risked coming here tonight was because she was gambling.

"Fool." Ren Xueqing said softly.

"Ren Xueqing! You..."

"Miss Xia, please calm down."

A jade-white hand was gently raised, and a clear, melodious voice, like the gentle tapping of jade, interrupted the increasingly intense words.

Looking in the direction of the hand, Xia Zhiruo's face softened, she gently took a step back and sighed softly, "Young Master Liang, it's not that I don't know manners, it's just that there's not much rice left at home, and my whole family is starving, so I have no choice but to be anxious."

Liang Xi, the head of the five young masters of the capital, is upright, polite, gentle and refined, and a model among scholars.

“I know that Miss Xia did not do it intentionally, and I also know that everyone else did not do it intentionally.”

Liang Xi smiled gently and looked around. “It’s very cold tonight, and it’s already quite late. Everyone is probably worried about a few things. But no matter how worried you are, please calm down and listen to what Miss Ren has to say. Otherwise, if we keep arguing for three days and three nights, we won’t be able to come up with even a fraction of the truth.”

The group looked at each other and saw that some people still wouldn't listen to reason. Liang Xi then said, "If you still have doubts, you might as well listen to what Miss Ren has to say before asking all your questions. Otherwise, you'll end up like those chickens and ducks in a cage."

She has a sharp tongue.

The chickens and ducks have all come out; is this an allusion to someone being talkative and chattering incessantly? It seems that Liang Xi, who is known as the most gentle and refined among the Five Young Masters of the Capital, is not truly gentle and refined after all.

For a moment, everyone's mind raced. Those who had opened their mouths forgot to speak, and those who hadn't opened their mouths closed them even tighter. Now, everything was quiet.

Liang Xi seemed oblivious to the changes in the courtyard, her smile undiminished, and raised her hand to indicate, "Please speak, Miss Ren."

Snowflakes drifted silently down in the courtyard, the only sound the clear, melodious voice of a woman.

High above, a pair of dark eyes looked down at the myriad lives below with indifference. A gentle breeze blew into her magnificent golden-embroidered robes, causing the hem to swirl and tumble, intertwining with her waist-length black hair.

Xiang An observes the world like a goddess, yet possesses none of the power a goddess could use to save Cangshan.

During these days, she watched helplessly as the condition of the land beneath her feet deteriorated day by day.

The people inside the city are living in misery, while small forces have gathered outside the city. The world is about to descend into chaos, and everyone is preparing to either flee, hide, or fight for supreme power.

Numbness, despair, despondency, and despair are creeping into everyone.

A crisp ding sounded in her ear, and all the restraints on her body dissipated. Xiang An felt free. This time, there was no need for testing. She inexplicably knew in her heart that she was no longer bound by any barriers.

"System, you've trapped me so that I can witness the destruction of the Yuan Kingdom?" Xiang An stood still.

This is the consequence of your failure.

“But they have nothing to do with me,” Xiang An said calmly.

She transmigrated to another world. Whether it was an emperor, a country, or this empire, none of them mattered to her. Once the mission was completed, she could go home. If she was pushed too far, she could build a cannon for the sake of the mission and raze the city to the ground with a single shot, then call herself Empress.