After Binding to a Strong Nation System, I Became Everyone's Favorite

Shen Xingwan transmigrated into the body of the seventh daughter of the Marquis of Zhenbei. The moment she opened her eyes, she became bound to the [Nation-Strengthening System], with a mission countdown hanging over her: prevent the entire marquis's household from being wiped out twenty years in the future. Her whole family treated her like a treasure. With her hands clasped behind her back, she began making moves in secret. She improved military equipment and established trade routes, quietly outfitting the prestigious military family with the strongest soft armor. She thought everything was under control, until she met the legendary Third Prince, Xiao Jingheng, who was supposedly the most unremarkable of them all. At a palace banquet, he shielded her from a hidden, calculating arrow when no one else was around. His voice was cool as he said, “The seventh young lady's perfume is quite lovely.” It was the finished product of the most insignificant task in her System's mission. After that, he kept appearing at just the right moments. When obstacles hindered her efforts to promote new crops, he brought her the crucial register. When censors attacked her father and brothers, he produced crucial evidence unknown to anyone else in court. At last, Shen Xingwan grew suspicious and prodded the System in her mind. “Does he have a System too? Why does he keep stealing my progress?” The System fell silent for a moment. “Analysis shows the target has excessively high permissions. This System cannot assess him. Preliminary judgment: a natural-born ruler with a mind in sync with the Host.” He stopped her beneath the moon, letting his gentle disguise fall away. His eyes gleamed with an understanding of everything. “Xingwan, those strange ideas of yours that don't belong to this world are not ‘monstrous’ in my eyes. Here with me, they are ‘heaven's will.’” Only then did she realize that he had spent years hiding his abilities and biding his time. What he had been waiting for was never the throne, but someone who could stand beside him, see where the land was sick, and work with him to prescribe a cure. The court was caught in a rising storm, and the struggle for the throne grew bloody.