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

Seeing the strangeness in Mu Xi's eyes, An Jinhe said unhappily, "Xi'er, what are you looking at me like? I'm your third uncle. How can you be so unruly after not seeing you for so long?"

"Hehe, Third Uncle is so handsome!" Little stars appeared in Mu Xi's eyes.

"Xier, you are Princess Duan now, you should pay attention to your identity!" Murong Yue said in an unhappy tone.

"Let's just praise Uncle San!"

"Your Highness!" An Jinshan and An Jinhe saluted again.

"Get up, you two uncles have worked hard."

“Your Highness, this is my duty. When the country is in trouble, every citizen has a duty to take!” An Jinshan’s eyes were full of brilliance. If this prince became the emperor in the future, his official position would be promoted, and his third brother would also be able to get an official position. This way, the An family would be prosperous. It seemed that it was right for his eldest brother to invest in marrying his daughter. Not only Murong Wenshuo fell, but also Prince Duan!!!

night.

The large amount of food and herbs sent by Mo Li and the An family solved Murong Yue's urgent needs. She was so happy that she ordered people to light a fire outside the barracks and asked Mei Lan and Cui Zhu to roast sweet potatoes in front of the stove.

The baked sweet potatoes are black and red, emitting sweet steam. Some parts are shiny and oozing with sweet juice, and they look very fragrant.

The fire behind her illuminated An Muxi's delighted little face. She sat at the table, holding her chin with both hands. When she heard that Murong Wentai intended to give the throne to Prince Duan, she smiled foolishly thinking that she was about to sit on the throne of Queen.

Murong Yue picked up the teapot, poured a cup of hot tea, and pushed it in front of Mu Xi.

"Xi'er, have some tea! It won't be long before we can return to Kyoto. News has spread from Kyoto that the Chiyan Nation has evacuated Kyoto in batches."

"My Lord, do you really want to sit in that position?"

Murong Yue put down the big hand that was holding the teacup, "Xi'er, you are worrying too much. Kyoto already has an emperor."

"What if, I mean, what if the throne must be sat by the prince?" Mu Xi stared at Murong Yue intently, afraid of missing any details. She didn't want to deal with the royal family, but she still stepped into the royal family's territory. If this man became the emperor, would he have to flip the cards every day?

Meilan picked up a sweet potato with tweezers and handed it to the table in front of Mu Xi, "Princess, this sweet potato must be sweet, please have one."

Mu Xi continued to look into Murong Yue's dark eyes with expectant eyes.

Murong Yue rolled his Adam's apple a few times, "I will not abandon the kingdom that my father fought so hard for! If that happens, Xi'er will be the queen."

As soon as he finished speaking, Chu Meiniang and Mo Peilan walked over, followed by several female soldiers that Mu Xi didn't recognize.

Several female soldiers looked at Prince Duan with admiration and spoke up one after another.

"Your Highness, my name is Song Zelan, and I am General Song's legitimate daughter."

"Your Highness, I am General Zhou's sister, Zhou Qingcheng."

"Your Highness, I am General Sun's niece, Sun Yutong."

Mu Xi counted them, there were eight women in total, all of them were from prominent families and good-looking, and several of them were better looking than himself. Among these eight women, he only knew Sun Yutong, Chu Meiniang and Mo Peilan, Sun Yaozong's younger sister, who once blocked him on the street and wanted to cut him into pieces and feed them to a cuckold.

Murong Yue was suddenly made a little embarrassed by these women, but she didn't know what to say, after all, she was guarding someone else's father and brother to fight in the war.

An Muxi noticed Murong Yue's embarrassment and looked at Dong Feng behind him.

"Go send someone to get a few stools and some more sweet potatoes!" Humph, what's the big deal? You're just here to steal a man. At worst, you can just give him up.

Seeing Mu Xi being so generous, the eight women immediately smiled kindly, “Thank you, Princess.”

"Don't be so reserved, be more relaxed, the sweet potatoes are very sweet, try some later."

Several women immediately became active. Some squatted down to turn the sweet potatoes on the stove, and some added charcoal into the stove. Mo Peilan looked straight at Prince Duan, her eyes full of admiration.

Mei Lan and Cui Zhu stood outside the circle and became props.

"Oh, Princess, this is actually red basket charcoal. I didn't expect that there is such good charcoal in Hangu Pass!" Chu Meiniang exclaimed.

Zhou Qingcheng pouted her lips and said unhappily, "Sister, what you mean is that the prince and princess are extravagant and wasteful!"

"That's not what I meant!" Chu Meiniang defended herself, her eyes sweeping over Prince Duan's handsome face, fearing that she would be misunderstood.

Song Zelan gently turned the sweet potatoes on the stove and said, "Your Highness and Princess are of noble status, so it's normal to roast the sweet potatoes with red charcoal!" After saying that, she glanced at Prince Duan, her clear and beautiful eyes full of love.

With the help, Chu Meiniang's expression eased a lot. She picked up a baked sweet potato with tweezers and placed it in front of Prince Duan, "Your Highness, this sweet potato is ready to eat!"

Murong Yue did not respond and continued to look at An Muxi. She found that she was still holding her chin with her hands and smiling at the eight women in front of her. Why did she have such a strange feeling? Shouldn't this little woman be jealous?

Dongfeng brought a team of soldiers and brought eight stools and a box of sweet potatoes, but none of the eight women sat down. Everyone tried their best to show themselves and attract Murong Yue's attention.

Mo Peilan saw that Prince Duan's teacup was empty and immediately came over to pour tea.

Sun Yutong picked up a sweet potato with tweezers and handed it to An Muxi.

"Princess, this sweet potato is ripe and looks delicious." There was a flattering tone in her voice. No one would have thought that the hostage prince who was exiled in a prison car last year would suddenly become the one that everyone loves!

An Muxi glanced at Sun Yutong's flattering eyes and retched. He could understand other people trying to please him, but why was this guy trying to please him so disgustingly?

"Princess, what's wrong with you?" Eight women spoke at the same time.

"I'm pregnant and I can't stand disgusting things." An Muxi picked up the teacup, took a big sip, put down the teacup, and then smoothed her chest.

Murong Yue looked at An Muxi and found that there was no emotion in her eyes. It was obvious that she said this to anger Sun Yutong.

Chu Meiniang and the other eight women stared at An Muxi's lower abdomen. Some of them had a hint of jealousy in their eyes, some had murderous intent, and some had envy. The eight women had different thoughts and ideas in their minds.

An Muxi took in every woman's reaction and felt a chill at his back. Although they looked gentle, they were all tough guys. If the prince really became the emperor and took these women into the harem, he would die soon.

Suddenly, "whoosh, whoosh, whoosh," several arrows came whistling.

Murong Yue stood up quickly, threw the teacup in her hand to knock away the arrow, and at the same time picked up An Muxi and retreated to a safe distance.

Nanfeng and others rushed to the southwest to chase the person who shot the arrow.

A row of guards formed a wall of flesh.

An Muxi's heart was pounding. He glanced at Chu Meiniang and the other eight women and found that they were all in a defensive position. Some were lying on the ground, some were hiding behind the sweet potato stove, and some had drawn the swords at their waists. Everyone responded to the emergency. It had to be said that the women in the military camp were all capable.

After the danger was over, the women bowed and left.