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

A group of people first dug her out and stole the pit she had carefully chosen, and now, to make matters worse, they put Fu Qingbai into the coffin she had carefully chosen.

They're really taking advantage of her, this ghost doesn't hurt when she hits people.

He paced anxiously around the coffin, but Xiang An was at a loss and dared not utter a single word of "no".

Even knowing that Qi Yuanshen couldn't see her or hear her, she couldn't bring herself to say anything like taking Fu Qingbai out.

First, she had no right to do so. Even if she had lain in the coffin for a period of time, and even if the owner of the coffin had long since disappeared, the coffin was ultimately not hers, and she had no right to drive anyone away. Second, she felt guilty about Fu Qingbai's death and had no face to drive him away.

Qi Yuanshen stood beside the coffin, looking down at Fu Qingbai for a long time before turning around. A moment later, he returned with a small bunch of unknown white wildflowers in his hand.

He gently placed wildflowers on Fu Qingbai's chest, and as he closed the coffin lid for the last moment, he said, "General Fu, please forgive me for not being able to give you a proper burial, and please forgive me for stopping my brother from standing up for you."

“After you entered the palace that day and never came out again, I secretly asked someone to inquire about your whereabouts. Although the reasons were not detailed, it was not entirely fruitless—the young emperor had placed you under house arrest, and the entire court knew about it, but not a single word of it leaked out.”

"That night I knelt in front of my father’s study all night. My father, who always loved me, did not appear even once. After dawn, my father went out through the back door to attend court. I was very disappointed and sad, but I also strangely understood my father’s concerns about avoiding the topic."

"Now, Father is dead, killed by the young emperor. In order to fight for power with the King of Wu, the young emperor sacrificed him. Now the Yuan Kingdom has been divided in two. The Qi family only has two paths to take: either follow the young emperor or follow the King of Wu. If they remain neutral, the Qi family will perish."

“I know that if you were alive, you would never have allowed the Yuan Kingdom to be divided like this. But I am not you. I do not have such courage and ability. I even watched as the young emperor pulled your body out of the snowmelt, and I did not dare to say a word of pleading. Recently, I heard rumors from the border that your former subordinate, Ding Yinan, has rebelled.”

Xiang An was taken aback. The scene of Ding Yinan saying goodbye to Fu Qingbai in prison before leaving flashed through his mind. He murmured, "Ding Yinan, you're not bad."

The person who was even better and more capable than him was Fu Qingbai, who was lying in the coffin at this moment.

Chollima often has it, but Bole doesn't often have it.

Qi Yuanshen continued speaking: "The news of your death has reached the border. Those who followed him in the rebellion were once your supporters. They want to avenge you and your entire Fu family."

"Back then, the border troops were in turmoil, and the young emperor managed to keep you under house arrest for so long. He was truly remarkable. Despite his young age, he was adept at playing the game of imperial strategy. If he were a benevolent ruler, entrusting the world to him would have been wonderful. What a pity..."

His voice choked, and his tone shifted, his face filled with regret turning into boundless sorrow: "Sometimes I hope they succeed in their rebellion, and sometimes I don't. But whether they succeed or not, things won't get any worse than they are now. I'm cowardly and weak. I only hope that the world will be at peace as soon as possible. I only want to protect my family."

The decaying coffin lid slowly closed, and Qi Yuanshen gently pushed the coffin into the pit, backfilled it with soil, and carried the unconscious Qi Yuanshi on his back, stumbling uphill.

Watching the two brothers leave, Xiang An sat on the rock and sighed deeply, his gaze wistful: "You brought me so much bad news and even stole my coffin. Now you're leaving so easily, but what am I supposed to do?"

[Host, please lie down in the coffin immediately, or you will be struck by ten bolts of lightning!]

"What?!" Xiang An was stunned.

[Countdown: 10, 9, 8...]

"Etc., etc!"

Without time to think, Xiang An searched the mountains and fields for empty graves, one, two, three... none! After wandering around, the countdown ended, and one bolt of lightning after another struck down, making Xiang An's head buzz with shock, even though he hadn't been struck by lightning in his coffin for a long time.

"Damn this damn system!"

[Please lie down in the coffin immediately, otherwise...]

Before the system could finish speaking, Xiang An had already crashed into a tomb and lay down in a coffin. The system's voice disappeared from his ears, and his panicked heart calmed down.

Turning his head, he saw Fu Qingbai's face, which was so rotten it was unrecognizable. He couldn't smell anything, but it was unpleasant to the eyes, making him feel nauseous. Xiang An silently turned his head away, facing the coffin board to reflect on his mistakes, out of sight, out of mind.

It wasn't that she didn't want to change, but she was afraid that other coffins already occupied might have ghost owners.

Lying next to Fu Qingbai was a little awkward, but Fu Qingbai was a great general in his lifetime, an absolutely good person who protected his country and was full of righteousness. Even little ghosts wouldn't dare to provoke him. Besides, he knew her in his lifetime, and out of consideration for their past acquaintance, he would never harm her.

"Fu Qingbai, it's not that I insist on lying in the same coffin as you, it's that I have no choice."

"Don't blame me for disliking you. I didn't even know I could see in the dark after I died. You were so beautiful when you were alive, how did you become like this after you died? Of course, I know that it's impossible for a person to be beautiful after death, including now that I'm dead, my corpse is probably like that too."

"But knowing this is one thing, but I can't control my physical reactions no matter how hard I try. It's not just seeing you that makes me want to vomit; when I think about myself in this state, I feel the same way. So it's definitely not that I'm disgusted by you. And you, don't take it too seriously. I admire you quite a bit, so..."

Sleepiness came over me like a flood, overwhelming me with irresistible force.

In the absolute stillness of the darkness, a mechanical voice announced: [System charging has begun. This charging session will last approximately two years. Current energy reserves are 50%. You have enough energy for two more attempts. System notification complete. Please continue charging. Once interrupted, it cannot be restarted.]

The mechanical sound ended, and silence returned in the darkness.

Sun rises and sets, spring goes and autumn comes.

"Charge! Kill!!!"

A deafening roar, the clashing of swords and blades, and the simultaneous thud of tens of thousands of feet on the same patch of earth created a sound as powerful as an earthquake.

In the darkness, Xiang An opened his eyes groggily, his confused mind not knowing where he was, as one after another the sound of chunks of flesh hitting the ground continued.

"Oh no, oh no, there's been an earthquake!!"

Xiang An screamed as she fled from the coffin, only to be met head-on by a dark-skinned man in shorts and wielding a hoe. He looked menacing.

"You're here to dig up coffins again? How did an unwanted grave become a feng shui treasure in your eyes? One by one, you come to dig it up, and this time so many people have come. Why don't you just move this mountain back home?!"

No longer caring about the earthquake, Xiang An raised her hand to block the man, her face full of anger.