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

Not long after, Xifeng came over with four female soldiers.

"Your Highness, Princess, the one who just shot the arrow was the princess of Huainan. They dressed as soldiers of Daxia and sneaked into the military camp under the pretext of delivering food."

Jingchuan Rouxue looked at An Muxi and Murong Yue viciously and roared angrily.

"An Muxi, you and Prince Duan will not have a good death. Sooner or later, I, Jingchuan Rouxue, will kill you to avenge my brother!!!" That fierce look seemed to want to eat Muxi alive.

An Muxi stood up,

"Princess of Huainan, huh? Why don't you stay in your own country? Why do you come to Daxia? You are allowed to kill our soldiers, but we are not allowed to kill you. What's wrong with your brain? Are you a pig?"

"Bitch, bitch, I will kill all of you in Daxia, and make you our vassal state. I will make you pay tribute every year, hahaha!" Jingchuan Rouxue's face was ferocious, as if all the humiliation she had suffered during this period was caused by this An Muxi.

Mu Xi was not annoyed. He looked at the female soldiers behind Jingchuan Rouxue and said calmly,

"Don't you have anyone left in Huainan? Why send a princess who is mentally ill? You killed so many soldiers and civilians of our Great Xia, and ate so many children of our Great Xia. If I send you to the camp of our soldiers or among the civilians, guess what will happen?" The ending tone rose and was fierce.

"No, no, I won't go!" Jingchuan Rouxue suddenly trembled all over, her eyes were wandering, the humiliation of that day was vivid in her mind. That Ouyang Xuance had drugged her in a despicable way, making her crawl from one soldier to another like a slut.

Murong Yue glanced at the psychotic Jingchuan Rouxue and whispered a few words to Xifeng. Xifeng was delighted after hearing it. Not long after, he came over with a pile of clothes.

"The prince said you can leave after you put on these clothes."

An Muxi looked at the pile of clothes and walked away quickly. This prince was so sinister that he wanted to pass on his illness to the coalition forces in Tongguan, so that Tongguan would fall without a fight.

Jingchuan Rouxue and the four female soldiers looked at each other in disbelief.

Murong Yue said in a deep voice,

"You are not worthy of wearing the uniforms of my Great Xia soldiers. Put them on and get out of here before I regret it. You should know that I am ruthless. Since you are women, I will let you go for now. If I catch you again next time, I will kill you without mercy."

Two female soldiers pulled Jingchuan Rouxue and said, "Princess, we can survive if we put on the clothes of these common people."

Jingchuan Rouxue glanced at Prince Duan in disbelief, her mind full of thoughts.

An Muxi urged, "If you don't leave within a cup of tea, I will kill you all. The uniforms of our Daxia soldiers are not something that everyone can wear."

Jingchuan Rouxue didn't have time to think too much. She picked up the people's clothes on the ground, changed her clothes, and ran away at the speed of a wolf chase. As the saying goes, as long as the mountains remain, there will be no shortage of firewood.

After the women walked away, An Muxi walked towards Murong Yue and said, "Your Highness, this is a really great idea. Let them wear the clothes of the sick. The disease will soon be passed on to them, and then we will win without fighting."

"Well, Xier wants to live a stable life. I believe they will soon take the initiative to seek peace and withdraw their troops."

An Muxi took out a small spray bottle, covered his mouth and nose, and sprayed himself and Prince Duan all over, "Xifeng, go change your clothes. Boil your clothes in boiling water for ten minutes."

"Yes, Princess!" The despised Xifeng didn't get angry at all and strode towards the barracks.

On the third day,

The epidemic in the military camp was finally brought under control.

As expected, the spies in Tongguan brought news that all the coalition forces in Tongguan had fever and stomachaches. For this reason, the coalition forces of various countries fled back to their own countries overnight, and those who could not escape took the initiative to seek peace.

Murong Yue returned to the outskirts of Kyoto with an army of hundreds of thousands.

The new emperor Murong Wentai, along with a group of civil officials, opened the city gates and welcomed Prince Duan back to the capital.

The five-year-old emperor Murong Wentai, wearing a crown on his head, a yellow dragon robe, a dull expression on his pale face, and a square box in his arms. He stared at the Prince Duan who walked in and the cavalry behind him.

Murong Yue brought a group of generals and counselors to the new emperor Murong Wentai, knelt on the ground,

"Long live the emperor!!!" The voice was sonorous and powerful, reaching the sky.

"My dear ministers, please stand up!!!" The little emperor spoke in a clear childish voice, and made a lifting gesture, which was quite stylish.

Everyone stood up at once. Although everyone wanted to help Prince Duan ascend the throne, there was already a new emperor, and everyone, big or small, was the ruler of Da Xia.

Baili Xiao whispered, "This little brat, just strangle him to death, he is still wet behind the ears, then Master will be the Queen, and I can eat delicious food and drink spicy drinks every day!"

"That's right, that's right. I guess there's still shit in my trouser pocket." Master Wei responded in a low voice. During this journey, he had witnessed what it meant when one person's success brings prosperity to everyone around him. While others ate white rice porridge and pickles, he and Baili Xiao could eat meat, and sometimes even fruits.

Murong Wentai was holding a square box in his arms and was carried to a high table by his tutor.

All the soldiers then saw clearly that the little emperor was weak and frail. How could it be good to hand over the Great Xia Kingdom to such a child?

The little emperor raised the square box in his hand, opened it, took out the jade seal inside, and held it above his head.

"My dear ministers, the Great Xia Kingdom has maintained its territorial integrity and driven out foreign invaders. All the generals and Prince Duan have made great contributions. I am too young to take on such a heavy responsibility, so I will pass the throne to Prince Duan because only the Emperor's uncle is capable of managing the Great Xia Dynasty!"

After these words were spoken, there was silence at the scene, and then all the soldiers knelt on the ground again.

"Long live the Emperor, long live the Emperor!"

Murong Yue didn't expect that the first day he entered Kyoto would be to accept the throne. He glanced at the old uncles and ministers behind the little emperor and found that everyone was serious.

Strong winds were blowing in An Muxi's heart from all directions. Was the throne so easy to come by? Emma, ​​was he going to be second to none?