Outsiders always thought that Ying Jiuque was weak and unable to take care of herself, and was plagued by bad luck, frequently stumbling upon crime scenes.

Until the emperor's birthday banquet, she effortlessly blew half of the assassin's skull off with a brick...

Ying Jiuque wiped the blood from his hands: [Would they believe me if I said I just did it on a whim?][Would they believe me if I could make salt, know where the gold mines are? Would they believe me if I could lead troops into battle?]

The old emperor, having heard her thoughts, said: "...This child is simple and honest, and she didn't ask for anything in return for saving my life. She should be rewarded!"

Afterwards, just as no one understood why the old emperor trusted Ying Jiuque so much, allowing her to rise rapidly from county princess to high rank, Ying Jiuque also couldn't understand why those people were so foolish.

Could it be that she possessed superhuman strength, compassion for the common people, and meticulous planning... all for the sake of a nominal title like Princess?

Princess of the county, princess of the prefecture, count, duke, general... and then the uncrowned king who commands the northern border!

What else, besides that supreme position, could bring her peace of mind next?

Can't a princess ascend the throne?

Power has always been the best supplement for women.

As a cultivator, Minran has always been committed to the cause of survival and surviving cautiously. But she seems to have done a little bit better?

During a certain training, the cultivators fell into a trap.

The demon laughed loudly: "You are dead after being hit by my demon prison burning intestines!"

Everyone was panicked.

Demon: "Unless you have the soil from the roots of the smallpox as a lure!"

The cultivators: Who would care about that kind of thing!

Minran silently opened the storage ring, found the storage bag marked with 564, and poured out a lot of soil from the roots of the smallpox.

Demon: "...Without the sarcophagus powder containing my body, you will die!"

Minran silently dug out the storage bag number 619.

Demon: "... and the thousand-year-old silt of the Hell Sea, the snow on the top of the polar iceberg..."

Facing the expectant gazes of the cultivators, Mingran embarrassedly picked them up for a while, and piled them all in front of the demon. When the demon was so angry that he vomited blood, he smiled shyly, "Thank you for your help, otherwise I really don't know how to detoxify."

Demon: "... Puff!"

Vomited three liters of blood, and died!

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