Quick Transmigration Hoarding: My Selfishness Leads to a Killing Frenzy

Qingmo sat at her desk, lost in thought.

I threw down the pen. Damn it, I couldn't write a single word. How could a human write calligraphy like this?

The fact that the Great Wei was able to conquer the Great Qian so quickly in its previous life was naturally inseparable from the inside and outside cooperation of some people. How could Wei Wuhen, who was held hostage for ten years, not have made plans?

These people all deserve to die, whether they are cowards or traitors, they are all stepping on the corpses of the Helian family.

"Dark One"

He suddenly jumped down from the roof beam, and we don't know why he's on duty every day.

"You come and write, I'll read."

Qingmo rattled off a long list of names.

"Have people investigate these people for crimes. Even if there are none, fabricate one, understand? Have three thousand Imperial Guards on standby at all times."

An Yi was startled. When did the princess have such an imposing manner, mobilizing three thousand personal guards? What big event was she planning? She didn't dare to ask any more questions.

Qingmo had a headache. There were too many people she wanted to kill. Was she supposed to kill them all herself? The only option was to use her power to suppress them.

This world has no spiritual energy, so she needs to master the Sunflower Manual; she's someone who's destined for great things.

'Knock knock knock'

"Princess, Young Master Yue invites you to dine, and Young Master Chen invites you to listen to music."

Just then, an announcement came from outside: Young Master Yanghua has come to pay his respects.

Qingmo remained seated in the chair, letting the person in.

The young man was elegant and charming, his peach blossom eyes full of smiles. "Greetings, Princess. You look even more beautiful today." He then gave her a flirtatious wink.

Qingmo... Well, the original owner had poor taste; none of the effeminate women were her type.

However, Yang Hua deliberately approached Qing Mo and even took out a painting to give to her.

An Yi stepped in front of Qing Mo, saying, "Young Master, the Princess does not like others getting too close."

Yang Hua's expression darkened. "You, a mere guard, dare to obstruct this young master?"

Seeing this, Qingmo said, "He's my man. Who gives you the right to criticize him? Go back."

Seeing Qingmo's displeasure, Yanghua snorted coldly at An Yi and stormed off.

Qingmo turned to look at An Yi, their eyes met, and An Yi quickly lowered his head.

"Green Robe, help me send all these young masters out of the manor. Give them some money and settle them properly. Throw out any disobedient ones."

"Princess, why is this? Are these young masters not serving you properly?" The woman in green asked in surprise. Had the princess reformed?

"No, I want to get a new batch; I'm tired of the old ones."

Although the man in green had doubts, he dared not disobey the order.

Alright, as long as the princess is happy, then went to make the arrangements.

Qingmo turned and went back to her room, with An Yi silently following behind.

Upon entering the room, Qingmo sat on the couch and said to An Yi, "I need to make some changes. In the past, I was too obsessed with men. Now I want to focus my energy on more useful things." An Yi nodded in agreement.

In the following days, Qingmo began to reorganize the affairs of the manor, handle finances, and train the servants.

Before I even got out of bed the next day, I heard crying and sobbing outside the yard.

"Come in, Green Robe. What's going on outside?" She was grumpy when she woke up; well, she wanted to kill him.

"Your Highness, there are several young men who do not wish to leave and request to see you."

Qingmo stared at the woman in green with a livid face: "So, you're telling me you can't even handle this simple matter? If anyone doesn't leave, they'll be sold into a brothel. If you still can't handle that, I'll start questioning your abilities. Do you understand?"

The man in green said he had stepped down.

I'm so angry! I'm in a state where I can't fall asleep but am also a little sleepy, especially this early in the morning. Ugh! ╯^╰

"Dark One"

An Yi pushed the door open and walked in. She had only called out tentatively, but she didn't expect to actually be there. Don't the guards sleep?

Lying lazily on the bed, watching An Yi kneeling on the ground, I suddenly thought of the beautiful princess and her loyal bodyguard in the storybook. It was quite captivating.

"Take off the mask."

An Yi hesitated to move, his hands tightly clenched under his sleeves. Guards had no freedom; their lives always belonged to their masters. At this moment, An Yi felt a pang of discomfort.

"What? You want me to do it myself? Come here."

He walked over and knelt beside her bed, exuding an aura of death. Qingmo felt bewildered; why did taking off his mask seem like he was trying to take away her innocence?

She raised her hand and touched his silver mask. His eyes were lowered, and Qingmo couldn't see his expression. She slowly lifted his mask.

It was an unusually cold face, giving off a chilling aura, as if one were in a frozen winter. The face was unusually pale due to the mask he always wore, but the two did not seem out of place; they had a kind of morbid beauty.

Dressed in black, he knelt there, like a lonely iceberg.

Her fingers gently stroked his cheek, her index finger caressing his lips. Her fingertips seemed to possess magic, causing An Yi's body to tremble uncontrollably.

She lifted his chin and looked him in the eye.

"Look up at me. Are you not taking it off because your face is too beautiful, and you're afraid I'll do something to you?"

Her voice seemed to bewitch people, causing An Yi's heart to flutter slightly.

"No, An Yi will unconditionally obey whatever the master does. The rules of the Dark Guard Camp dictate that if a Dark Guard removes their mask, they must die."

"Really? Don't your bodyguards wash their faces? Hah."

"No, it's because I can't let anyone see it. I wash my face every day."

His ears turned bright red, and his heart pounded wildly. He didn't know why, but even though he saw the princess every day, he had never felt so flustered as he did at this moment.

"Oh, is that so? Am I just anyone? I said you don't have to die, so take off your coat and lie down with me for a while."

Qingmo stated that she really didn't mean anything by it; she just wanted to hug the handsome man.

An Yi was stunned for a long time without moving, then she tugged at his collar.

Seeing the princess's displeased look, he slowly took off his outer robe and lay down beside her, his body taut and straight.

Qingmo laughed when she saw this. Although she had some feelings for him, it was really just a matter of needing a pillow so early in the morning.

She pulled him under the covers, wrapped her arms around his waist, pressed her face against his chest, and closed her eyes.

"Stop your heartbeat, I won't do anything to you, go to sleep."

His heart was pounding rapidly, pounding against Qingmo's eardrums, and she fell asleep as she listened.

Looking at the quiet princess in his arms, the most beautiful woman in the Great Qian Dynasty, An Yi had always obeyed her orders and never had any improper thoughts.

But at this moment, his heart seemed to be in turmoil.

Some of the princes who were sent away were unwilling to lose their wealthy lives and wanted to return to the princess's side, while others took the money and flew away.

However, no amount of planning would be of any use; Qingmo was not a soft-hearted person.