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

The servant Changfu Xuanren, who was waiting at the door, entered the hall.

The people involved in the case entered the hall one after another, bowed and kowtowed in unison.

Xiang An glanced discreetly at the handsome emperor on the dragon throne out of the corner of his eye.

With just one glance, Xiang An immediately lowered her eyelids, unwilling to look any longer. She feared that if she looked any longer, she would lose control and confront the emperor in public: Why did you send someone to humiliate me? Why did you ruin my reputation? Do you deserve to be a father?

But she can't ask now, and she can't ask, because the system has erased everyone's memories.

"Miankang, do you have designs on Minister Fu?"

The emperor's sudden first question made Xiang An instantly understand why he had come to the palace today.

After a moment's thought, Xiang An said, "Your subject has often heard that there are only generals who would rather die than surrender at the border, which shows how cruel and ruthless the border is. General Fu has guarded the border for many years, ensuring its safety and the well-being of the Yuan Kingdom. He is truly admired by Mian Kang and the people of the Yuan Kingdom. Mian Kang would like to express his gratitude to General Fu for his protection over the years."

Military generals have their own principles, and civil officials have theirs; each has their strengths, and naturally, what I admire differs from what I admire. However, admiration is admiration, and affection is affection; the two are different and should not be confused.

The emperor clapped his hands and laughed heartily: "You heard everything?"

The emperor didn't ask who had heard the conversation, but he knew perfectly well that the question was directed at the other four people who entered.

The group said in unison, "We heard it."

"You know what to do?" The emperor's tone lowered slightly.

The others replied, "We know."

"Good that you know. If you don't, go home and ask your father." The emperor toyed with the jade pendant in his hand, speaking casually. "I've already spoken to them, so you should all know. Alright, you may all go back."

"Yes."

Everyone bowed respectfully and took their leave, except for Xiang An, who stood still. The emperor was not surprised to see her not leaving; it was within his expectations.

Everyone left, and Xiang An knelt down quietly. The emperor sighed silently, "Xiao Jiu, you are making things difficult for me. Xiang Xin, you little rascal, never studies or practices martial arts. It's one thing for him to beat and scold the eunuchs and servants in his own household, but today, he's gotten too bold and attacked an official of the court!"

Xiang An didn't speak, but silently took out a handkerchief soaked in ginger juice to wipe the corners of her eyes, her eyes red and tears silently streaming down her face.

A long silence fell over the hall.

The emperor looked at her, found her an eyesore, and impatiently waved her away, saying, "Get out, get out, get out."

"Thank you, Father."

"Hmph." The emperor flicked his sleeves, got off the chair, and turned to go behind the screen at the back of the room.

Xiang Ansong breathed a sigh of relief, stood up by supporting himself with his palms, bent down to pat the dust off his knees, and suddenly heard a woman's charming laughter.

Looking around, the candlelight flickered in the hall, casting a dim yellow glow on the paintings made of jade and gold wire. More than a dozen luminous pearls emitted a faint, eerie light in the niches in the walls. Looking up, a large, unidentified white bead was embedded in the ceiling, like an eyeball without black, terrifying yet pure and flawless.

She dared not look any longer, lowering her head and gazing upwards. The pure gold dragon throne stood silently and quietly watching her from the highest point of the steps.

She glanced at the doorway, where the shadows of the eunuchs and guards standing quietly outside were reflected on the fine Xuan paper window. She had the desire to go and find out what was going on, but she didn't have the courage to.

When a person reaches a certain level or height in life, they will no longer fear death or any particular person; what they will fear is the sense of responsibility that prevents them from even dying in peace.

Having died many times, Xiang An is no longer afraid of death. Having killed the emperor many times, she is no longer afraid of the emperor. What she fears is that the people of the Yuan Kingdom will once again be destroyed and displaced because of her.

I pushed open the door, and outside the sun was shining brightly and warmly.

Changfu bowed and approached: "Princess."

Xiang An looked at him resentfully: "You clearly know why you refuse to accept the money, why do you scare me like this?"

"Princess, you should go and see the First Prince quickly," Changfu said with a wry smile.

The implication is: The emperor is in his prime, your brother isn't even a crown prince, and he was beaten so badly today. I don't know the inside story, but judging from the surface, I'm convinced your brother has fallen out of favor. Isn't it perfectly normal for me not to take your money?

On the way back, Xiang An quietly took a few deep breaths, mentally prepared himself more than a dozen times, and kept telling himself before he finally had the courage to cross the courtyard gate.

When Xiang An looked at Xiang Xin, who was lying on the stool and howling like a dead pig, with a blank expression, he wanted to cover his face and run away immediately. How embarrassing!

The force used by the eunuchs in the caning was so weak that it was almost negligible; the cane struck his clothes, not his buttocks.

The most serious injury today is probably to Xiang Xin's throat. After all, the sound of a pig being slaughtered doesn't produce that effect without some effort.

"What are you standing there for? Hurry up and help me up!" Xiang Xin ordered in a harsh voice.

The object remains still.

Xiang Xin: "Are you deaf?"

"you!"

After uttering only one word, Xiang An shut his mouth. Now that they were in the palace, there were countless pairs of the emperor's "eyes" watching them in secret. At this moment, he couldn't possibly scold him.

Acting must be done well; the moment of falling out hasn't arrived yet, and you can't ruin the performance halfway through.

She bent down reluctantly to help him up, but before she could let go, Xiang Xin had already leaned half his body against her.

Without hesitation, I reached out to push, but it wouldn't budge; it was too heavy.

Xiang An was displeased: "Men and women should not touch each other."

Let alone in ancient times, even in modern times, siblings don't behave this intimately in public.

"What are you being so fussy about, you little brat who hasn't even reached adulthood yet?" Xiang Xin rolled her eyes.

"Why can't I be particular? Changfu!" Xiang An was too lazy to argue with him and directly told Changfu to pull people away.

"Get lost." Xiang Xin glanced at him.

Changfu had no desire to get involved in the disputes between the two siblings. Upon hearing Xiang Xin's words, he immediately agreed, "Yes, yes, this servant will get out of here now."

His two thin legs moved swiftly, as if a ghost were chasing him.

Xiang Xin raised an eyebrow: "Xiao Jiu, help your brother home, and you'll be rewarded."

"Okay! Be careful not to fall and die." Xiang An struggled to hold onto his arm, gritting her teeth.

Xiang Xin leaned her head on her shoulder and chuckled softly a few times, without saying a word.

Entering the palace was nerve-wracking, making the journey seem short; leaving the palace with a burden made the journey seem long.

Xiang An was sweating profusely as he walked. On the way, he encountered a eunuch and a palace maid. Before he could finish asking for help, Xiang Xin scared them away with a single look.

With great effort, he finally dragged him to the carriage at the palace gate. Before he could catch his breath, he pulled Xiang An onto the carriage and shoved him inside.

"you……"

Xiang An climbed up from the soft cushions in the carriage, looked at Xiang Xin's not-so-tall figure blocking the doorway, and then interrupted her to say, "What, Fu Qingbai? I didn't manage to hit you this morning, so now you're itching for a beating?"

The message is highly provocative.

Unable to see outside, Xiang An could only hear Fu Qingbai say, "Your Highness, I have no intention of being your enemy."

"Really? You don't want to?" Xiang Xin questioned, her eyebrows raised high, her expression full of hostility. "But you've already offended me. What are you going to do? Why don't you die and show me, so I can vent my anger?"

It was quiet outside.

After waiting a while and hearing no sound, Xiang Anxin said, "Fu Qingbai, you can tolerate this? Hit him! He's a psychopath; killing him would be doing a service to the people." [Please add to your favorites~~~~]