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

After saying that, Xiang An turned and left. As soon as he stepped out of the moon gate, he saw Xiao Ling waiting foolishly at the door with a bundle in her arms.

"Why don't you get on the carriage and wait?" Xiang An reached out and took the bundle.

It was a heavy, clattering bundle, filled with medicine bottles that had been delivered to the princess's residence gate these past few days.

Xiao Ling chuckled, "This servant wants to wait for the princess to come together."

Xiang An: "Hmm."

As he slowly walked out, out of the corner of his eye, Xiang An caught a glimpse of a crimson figure hidden among a cluster of green bamboo by the back gate. A thought struck him, and he unconsciously recalled the scene of Fu Qingbai standing at the back gate in a crimson official robe on a snowy day.

In a brief moment, Xiang An instructed, "Go and fetch some oranges and wait for me in the carriage."

Xiao Ling hesitated: "This...this servant thinks..."

Xiang An's tone rose slightly: "Hmm?"

"Yes, ma'am." Xiao Ling was startled and hurriedly left.

Watching her disappearing figure, Xiang An turned around without hesitation and went to the back door to find out what was going on.

"Greetings, Princess." The two guards at the back gate bowed.

"leave here."

Xiang An didn't even bother to give a reason, simply dismissing the matter with four words. Although the two guards hesitated, they dared not disobey and left as ordered.

Once she was sure no one was at the door, Xiang An stepped out of the door with peace of mind. But what she saw was not the jade-like figure standing in the snow that she remembered, but an old man selling vegetables, carrying a basket and wearing a red and crimson coat.

The old man's beard and hair were all white, but he was still very healthy. He carried two large baskets full of vegetables to the back gate of the princess's mansion with ease.

Upon seeing a distinguished-looking young woman suddenly emerge from the empty doorway, the old man immediately picked out two appealing-looking greens and approached them, saying timidly, "Honorable sir, are you buying vegetables? These vegetables are top-notch, crisp and sweet, I guarantee you'll like them."

Seeing the vegetables but not the people, Xiang An was delighted: "Buy them, how much are they?"

"Two for three coins." The old man quoted the price, and as if afraid that the young girl in front of him wouldn't know how to cook or appreciate the quality, he quickly added, "Don't worry, sir, these are all grown in our own fields. I just picked them from the field this morning. Look, the leaves are clean and there isn't even a single wormhole."

"I'll take them all." Xiang An took out a silver coin from his purse. "Is this enough?"

She had no choice but to ask. Ever since she transmigrated, Xiao Ru, who had been by her side, always took care of everything for her in advance, ensuring she always had food and drink.

In addition, she just discovered an important problem: she doesn't know anything about prices in ancient times!

"That's enough, that's enough." The old man happily picked up the carrying pole and put it on his shoulder.

Xiang An wanted to help but was stopped by the old man, so he could only watch the old man busy himself. He couldn't help but sigh to himself, "It seems that someone in this mansion thinks I'm a fool."

Although she didn't understand prices, she had a good memory. A few days ago, when she was injured and thoroughly investigated the princess's residence, she also checked the account books. It clearly stated in black and white: one head of green vegetable costs five taels of silver.

Unexpectedly, one day she also became a fool who charged 'ten taels of silver for an egg'!

Xiang An grew angrier the more she thought about it, but she had to suppress her anger because the things she needed to do outside the mansion today were more important.

The old man, who had already sensed something was wrong, walked nervously to the kitchen, put down the vegetable basket, and was about to leave in silence when he heard Xiang An call out to him: "Old man, you look familiar. Is your son working in the government office in the capital?"

How did you, sir, know that my son works in the government office?!

Could it be... that this is one of my son's colleagues working in the government office?

Oh no, I'm going to embarrass my son.

The old man glanced at his crimson clothes in a panic, filled with remorse: "They must have recognized my clothes. If I had known this would happen, I should have worn my wet clothes instead of my son's!"

Feeling Xiang An's suspicious gaze scrutinizing him, the old man's heart pounded in his chest.

"No, no, sir, you've misjudged me. My son is idle all day long, staying at home all day. How could he possibly have the ability to work in the government office?" The old man said, sweat dripping from his forehead as he moved away.

"That……"

"I'll take my leave now."

"You saw wrong?" Xiang An stood there, looking at the old man running not far away, one of his shoes flying off, and raised an eyebrow slightly. "Is that possible?"

She still vividly remembered the scene in the previous game where Zhang Chengyi, with his dark complexion, led the people of the capital in a rebellion.

"Princess, Princess, this servant greets Your Highness." The head chef from the kitchen, his face jiggling with fat, rushed out, panting, holding a piece of green vegetable. "Princess, this vegetable doesn't look like it was sent by Steward Sun."

"I just bought it," Xiang An said softly. "Is there a problem?"

"There's a big problem! Such rustic food is not fit for the princess's palate!" Facing Xiang An's stern gaze, the head chef had no choice but to explain with a stiff upper lip.

"Princess, you don't know this, but this dish is something that poor people eat during famine years when they really can't find anything else to eat. It's a very simple dish."

This dish doesn't taste good at all; it's sour, astringent, and bitter, completely unlike the crisp, sweet vegetables grown on the farm. It's utterly unworthy of a princess's noble status.

The more the head chef talked, the more confident he became, and his back gradually straightened.

"Are the two really that different in taste?"

"Yes."

"Damn it! I was actually fooled by an old man!" Xiang An covered her forehead in distress.

“Princess, do not worry. What does that old man look like? This servant will go out and catch him right away. I will bring him back to you and make him kneel before you and admit his mistake.”

"If word gets out that you've arrested such an old woman, do you want me to be impeached by the censors in court again? Or is the Princess's residence short of a single coin?"

She's a princess who uses turquoise as a stepping stone, and she has no shortage of money.

Xiang An looked at the head chef with a half-smile, her eyes cold and sharp: "However, how can I, the dignified Ninth Princess of the Yuan Kingdom, be deceived by a mere old farmer? How can I allow others to witness and know how I was deceived? If this gets out, where will I put my face? What do you say?"

"Yes, nothing is more important than the princess's dignity. This servant will go and slaughter her right away..." The head chef, caught up in the conversation, suddenly realized something was wrong. His legs went weak, and he collapsed to the ground with a thud. "P-Princess, this servant has made a mistake, made a mistake, no, no, no..."

"Nothing?" Xiang An raised an eyebrow with amusement at his belated realization.

"This servant knows his crime, this servant was wrong. Your Highness's eyes are sent down by the heavens, how could they be deceived by a mere old farmer? This servant is blind and ignorant, unable to see the deeper meaning behind Your Highness's words. Please spare my life, Your Highness."

The head chef was crying his eyes out; his once rosy and radiant face was now a mess.

Xiang An lowered her eyes and fiddled with the vegetables in her hands, her expression indifferent: "Spare me? I said I was going to kill you?"