After traveling through time, I became a thorn in the eyes of the sickly prince

Finally arriving at the foot of the city gate, looking at the tightly closed gate, Mu Xi was in trouble. How could he get into the city in the dark? Could he fly up?

There are hooks and ladders for climbing the city walls in your own space, but you can't take them out because they are too scary.

In her previous life, she was an ordinary nurse. Later, when the end of the world came, she was recruited into the Chinese medicine team by the country and was forced to learn various herbs and theories of Chinese and Western medicine for five years. It was at that time that she met her best friend Long Qianxue. At that time, the two of them were inseparable every day. They would sing and dance and practice fighting in their spare time. If they fought, ordinary men would not be able to beat them.

The real grudge began in the fifth year after the apocalypse. At that time, supplies were in short supply, and apart from treating patients every day, he and Long Qianxue went out to look for food.

That day, a bastard killed many people with a gun and stole many supplies. It was like this at the end of the world. The country had no more manpower to manage social order. Whoever had the ability could do it, and whoever had the gun was popular. At that time, Long Qianxue took a bracelet from a soldier who had just died. Mu Xi thought it looked good and forced it on his wrist. Unexpectedly, the bracelet disappeared immediately. After a while, a storage space appeared in his mind, which contained a large number of modern robots, medical equipment, solar panels, batteries and western medicine, as well as a few daily necessities. For this, Long Qianxue had a quarrel with himself.

From then on, Muxi took out the supplies from inside every day and they shared them. As time went by, the daily necessities would eventually run out.

Long Qianxue suspected that I wanted to keep it for myself, so she wanted to kill me and take back the bracelet. So she stabbed herself in the chest and jumped off the cliff with all her might, which led to the following events.

Just as he was thinking, suddenly, a soldier on the tower shouted: "Is that Miss An at the foot of the city gate?"

"It's me, girl. Open the city gate and let me in!" An Muxi responded loudly, her voice full of joy.

"Squeak~~" The city gate opened wide, and the original owner's fiancé, Prince Murong Wenshuo, was seen standing at the city gate, staring at her with burning eyes, as if he had known that she would come back.

Behind him followed two teams of guards, each holding a torch. In the distance, a group of ordinary people were pointing at him.

What does An Muxi not understand in this situation? On the one hand, this good prince wants to use the wealth of the An family to help him consolidate his position, and on the other hand, he despises the original owner who is unlearned and unskilled. He really wants to be both the master and the heir. He finds someone to tarnish his innocence, just in time to regret the engagement!

In the firelight, the prince looked quite handsome.

He was wearing a yellow satin gown with gold-thread trim, embroidered with a dragon, and wide sleeves with kesi patterns of dark clouds on the cuffs. He had a moon-white corset, and his black hair was tied up with a golden hairpin. His handsome eyes were chilly.

The two of them had no feelings for each other, and they didn't even talk when they walked on the street. The engagement was arranged by the emperor, because the An family was very wealthy and could pay a lot of money when the country was in trouble. In order to escape the marriage, the prince was really stupid enough to come up with such a bad idea. Wouldn't it be better to break up openly?

Crown Prince Murong Wenshuo's sharp eyes swept over An Muxi's men's robe that dragged on the ground and her messy hair, "Where are your clothes?" His voice was full of coldness.

"It's wet, throw it away!" Mu Xi didn't take it seriously, walked past the prince and continued walking forward.

Seeing An Muxi being so indifferent, Murong Wenshuo was a little angry, "Why, shouldn't you give this prince an explanation?" After losing his innocence, shouldn't he kneel in front of him and cry for explanation?

"What did you tell me? The prince has countless concubines and wives. Have you told me?"

The prince's black eyes flashed with a cold light, "You, you still think you are right?" From childhood to adulthood, he has always been second to none and above ten thousand people. No one dared to criticize him, but this ignorant woman dared to do so? He grabbed An Muxi's wrist with his big hand and dragged it in front of him. He looked into her clear black eyes and found that she was not panicked at all.

"Let go!" An Muxi pulled his arm back forcefully. "It's the same with you. We are not from the same family, so we can't enter the same door!"

"How dare you!" Murong Wenshuo became even angrier, "You are not worthy of being in the Royal Jade Butterfly Society!"

"The royal family granted the marriage, and it was you who broke it. Do you think we are ordinary people and easy to bully? Why should you say whatever you want?"

An Muxi raised his voice because he couldn't stand the self-righteousness and world-dominating behavior of the ancient royal relatives and nobles.

"You've already lost your innocence, yet you're still so sharp-tongued!" Murong Wenshuo glanced at the guards and soldiers around him and found that everyone was looking at him with strange eyes, as if he was in the wrong.

"One hundred thousand and two thousand as a breakup fee." Mu Xi stretched out two fingers and crossed them together, his clear black eyes full of determination.

"You are so brave! Believe it or not, I will kill all your clans!"

"Execute him, but the court has to settle the debt it owes to my An family. If I remember correctly, the An family paid money for the locust plague two years ago, the floods last year, and the earthquake this year, but the court has not paid it back. Otherwise, if it gets out, what will the royal family become, robbers?" An Muxi raised her eyebrows slightly. She liked the prince's helpless look as if he hated her but couldn't get rid of her.

Murong Wenshuo moved his lips a few times and clenched his fists. Suddenly, he realized that this woman was not as brainless as he had imagined, but was actually very smart.

The two were in a silent confrontation when a carriage drove in from the city gate, followed by two rows of guards. The guards were dusty, some supported each other, some leaned on crutches, and some lay on stretchers with blood all over their bodies. They all looked haggard and extremely thin.

Staring at these miserable guards, An Muxi consciously moved to the right to make way.

A soldier stopped the carriage and shouted, "How dare you! Who is in the sedan? Why don't you kneel when you see His Royal Highness the Crown Prince?"

A corner of the sedan chair curtain was lifted, and a large hand with distinct joints stretched out, holding a token.

When he saw the words on the token clearly, the prince immediately bowed and saluted, "Eighth Uncle!" After saying that, he turned sideways and made way.

The carriage slowly moved over, and when it reached An Muxi, the curtain was lifted a crack, and a murderous aura burst out.

Feeling the chill, An Muxi shuddered. Eighth uncle, in my memory, the Eighth Prince of Daxia was sent to Yuanlong as a hostage as a gift ten years ago. Is he returning home? I remember that the Eighth Prince was the most beloved prince of the late emperor, the only choice for the crown prince, but Yuanlong asked him to be a hostage. There was no way, a weak country had no say. The sick man in the hot spring suddenly flashed in my mind, and I felt a chill in my heart. I hope it's not him, or my life will be over!

The prince stared at An Muxi's changing eyes and suddenly moved closer to him, "Why, are you interested in my uncle?"

"One hundred thousand taels, otherwise no deal. By the way, if I find out who poisoned the wine, I will dig up his ancestors' graves and eat his liver!" After saying that, she wrapped her collar and strode forward.

Looking at An Muxi's arrogant back, Murong Wenshuo raised the corner of his mouth, "It's just a formality for the world to see. The royal family has no choice but to regret the engagement because of the lack of virtue."

An Muxi didn't know that he had already become a fish on the chopping board, at the mercy of others, counting what to buy with 100,000 taels of silver. He lived an inhuman life in the last days, with poor food and clothing. He would have to make up for it when he lived again.