The system favors me so much, I get eight meals a day while escaping from famine

The emperor stared at the lightsaber in Jiang Qingyi's hand, and then his eyes fell on Jiang Qingyi's face. He asked in a positive tone, "Are you from Nan Jing?"

Jiang Qingyi shook her head. "No, I'm just an ordinary citizen. I didn't want to show off this ability, but Sikong Zhuye, that idiot, is really too much. Let me remind you that this group of people can't hurt me at all, but I can make you disappear in an instant."

The emperor knew that this was caused by Sikong Zhuye, and he couldn't help but complain in his heart, but for the sake of the royal family's face, he still asked, "What did Ye'er do?"

"He wanted potatoes, but he came to me instead of you. He injured my people and smashed my house. He didn't give me any compensation, but went to you to complain and arrested my family members, not even sparing my one-year-old child." Jiang Qingyi narrated calmly, and finally asked, "Are you royal family members so daring? Do you think that the imperial power is supreme and no one will deal with you?"

The emperor said in a deep voice, "That's not what Ye'er told me!"

Jiang Qingyi shouted loudly, "I don't care what he said to you. It's you who ordered the arrest without finding out the facts, not him. If you find the position of emperor uncomfortable, I don't mind getting you removed and replacing you with someone else!"

The emperor no longer doubted the truth of what Jiang Qingyi said. He felt an unprecedented sense of oppression from her, which was a feeling he had never had before when facing the envoy of Nan Jing.

He wanted to keep his position, so he negotiated with Jiang Qingyi, "If you let me go, I will give you an explanation for Ye'er's matter, and your family will be safe and sound, and they can all live a good life."

"You'd better keep your word, otherwise I won't keep any of your royal family members alive. I'll even dig up the bones of your ancestors and burn them into ashes for you to scatter!"

The emperor was angry when he heard this, but for the sake of his life and the remains of his ancestors, he still promised, "I will definitely do it."

As soon as Jiang Qingyi took away the sword that was pointing at the emperor, archers in the distance shot arrows at her.

The emperor didn't think that such an attack could hurt Jiang Qingyi. He was so angry at these useless people under him because such an action was undoubtedly a provocation to the person in front of him.

Jiang Qingyi looked at the emperor in front of her with a sneer, and waved her hand to the side. Countless arrows flying towards her turned around and rushed towards the archers.

Seeing that Jiang Qingyi was fine, the emperor loudly ordered, "Don't do it, put away your weapons, and retreat!"

After hearing this, the officers and soldiers put away their weapons and retreated.

The emperor sent several carriages to take Jiang Qingyi and the Jiang family back.

A general who came with the emperor asked in confusion, "Your Majesty, why did you let the assassin go?"

The emperor shouted angrily, "Are you blind? An army of tens of thousands of people couldn't hurt her at all. She could just wave her hand to make the arrow retreat. What can we do if we don't let her go? Are you going to let her go on a killing spree in the capital and overthrow my rule?"

The general's breath hitched, "But Your Majesty, it is very dangerous to keep such a person in the capital."

"Then you'd better pray that she doesn't want to do anything bad, otherwise no one in this capital can stop her." After saying this, the emperor flicked his sleeves and left.

On the other side, Jiang Qingyi lifted the curtain and said to the driver, "Go to the direction of the Grand Prince's Palace."

The driver replied in a trembling voice, "Yes~~girl."

When they arrived at the gate of the eldest prince's mansion, Jiang Qingyi jumped down directly. Yan Zhixing was guarding outside with a team of people.

When he saw Jiang Qingyi, he felt that her figure was very familiar, so he dismounted and walked in front of Jiang Qingyi, "Excuse me, young lady, are you the immortal that the people have been talking about recently?"

Jiang Qingyi looked at him with a half-smile, thinking that if this person knew what she had done, he might not speak to her so kindly.

She didn't answer and walked straight to the door of the eldest prince's palace.

Yan Zhixing was ordered to guard here, so he stopped Jiang Qingyi and said, "Miss, this is the eldest prince's mansion, you can't go in."

"If I don't go in, the people inside might not be able to survive. Are you really not going to let me go?"

Upon hearing this, Yan Zhixing immediately drew out the sword from his waist and pointed it at Jiang Qingyi, "The person I saw before was really you. What on earth did you do to the eldest prince?"

His subordinates also came over, drew their swords and surrounded Jiang Qingyi.

Jiang Qingyi didn't have to go in. She just needed to take back the water spiritual power she had released outside. So she took a step back, placed her hands on her chest, and the water-blue spiritual power poured out from her hands.

The water that flooded the eldest prince's mansion disappeared in an instant. If there were no signs of flooding inside, no one would believe that such a huge house had been flooded.

Yan Zhixing stared at Jiang Qingyi, afraid that she would suddenly do something, but unexpectedly, the girl did nothing except move her hands.

After doing all this, Jiang Qingyi turned around and tried to go back to the carriage, but Yan Zhixing's men still pointed their knives at her, blocking her way back.

Yan Zhixing was the first to put down his knife. "I have been investigating rumors about immortals in the capital recently. Since I have found out about you, I cannot let you go back."

"Sir, if this is not a rumor, what will you do?"

As Jiang Qingyi spoke, a stream of spiritual power gathered in her hand and transformed into a gorgeous sword that flashed with light and was held in her hand.

Yan Zhixing quickly raised his knife when he saw this. What was happening before his eyes somewhat subverted his understanding. The soldiers around him looked at Jiang Qingyi vigilantly. No one knew where the sword in her hand came from, as if it appeared out of thin air.

Jiang Qingyi walked towards the carriage little by little with a sword in hand. Yan Zhixing's men also retreated little by little, as if they were afraid of the sword in Jiang Qingyi's hand.

Just when Yan Zhixing was hesitating whether to take action against Jiang Qingyi, a sound of horse hooves came from the direction where Jiang Qingyi came from. The leader was none other than General He Xuesong, who had confronted Jiang Qingyi in the Tianlao.

He Xuesong saw from afar that something seemed to have happened in front of the eldest prince's mansion. When he got closer, he found that Yan Zhixing had actually surrounded the evil spirit. His heart skipped a beat and he almost fell off his horse.

He quickened his pace and came outside the encirclement, shouting at Yan Zhixing, "Master Yan, what are you doing? Let Miss Jiang go!"

Yan Zhixing replied loudly, "General He, this girl is a very important person in the case I'm investigating. I can't let her go!"

He Xuesong was so angry that he was afraid that Jiang Qingyi would kill everyone present in a fit of rage. He rushed to Yan Zhixing and said something to him.

Jiang Qingyi only saw his shocked and shocked expression, which looked a little funny.

Finally, Yan Zhixing waved to his men, "Everyone, get out of the way and let Miss Jiang go."

Those subordinates didn't know why their master made such a decision, and finally gave way.

Jiang Qingyi put away her spiritual sword just one second before getting on the carriage.