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

Perhaps because she hadn't eaten meat for a long time, Mu Xi ate two large pieces of braised meat in a row. Just when she was picking up the third piece of meat, Steward Shi rushed in at the speed of a wolf.

"Princess, it's bad, the prince has fainted." When she saw the braised meat raised by Mu Xi and her greasy lips, she wailed in her heart. This princess was too unruly. The prince had not eaten or drunk for two days, and she still dared to eat meat.

How could An Muxi not see what Butler Shi was thinking? He put the meat into the jar and covered it with a lid.

"That's good. Isn't it a good time to rest after fainting?"

Butler Shi's expression was petrified, and an indescribable emotion rose from his heart. The princess' words were unpleasant to hear, but they seemed to be right.

Mu Xi walked out of the kitchen.

As soon as I stepped out of the door, I saw Rongjing, Ziwen, Dongfeng and others carrying Prince Duan towards me.

Looking at Prince Duan again, he seemed to have lost his life, with his eyes closed and his face as pale as paper. Mu Xi mourned in silence for three seconds in his heart. No matter how powerful a person is, he is afraid of losing his loved ones.

He followed the crowd into Moyang Palace.

Looking at everyone's worried expressions, a trace of doubt flashed through Mu Xi's heart. This prince has no power and no influence, so he doesn't know how to win the loyalty of these subordinates.

Gu Qingzhou hurried in carrying a medicine box.

"Bring some warm water quickly!" After saying that, he put down the medicine box, sat on the bed, and lifted up Prince Duan's head.

Rong Jing quickly poured a glass of water from the teapot and handed it over.

Gu Qingzhou took the cup of water and handed it to Prince Duan’s dry lips.

Maybe it was due to severe dehydration, so I actually fed him half a cup of water.

Gu Qingzhou laid Prince Duan flat, sat on the chair, felt Prince Duan's pulse, and looked at An Muxi.

"Princess, the prince was very anxious and hadn't eaten for two days, so he fainted!"

"Well, when will the Concubine be buried?"

Gu Qingzhou paused for a moment. He thought An Muxi would express her concern for Prince Duan, but she was worried about sending the Concubine Dowager away.

"Princess, royal concubines are usually buried within three days in summer and seven days in winter. Otherwise, the body will ferment and change its smell over time!"

Mu Xi rolled his eyes.

"Then the burial can be done tomorrow, because the prince has been guarding for two days on the way back from Luohe."

"Ok!"

Rong Jing helped Prince Duan cover himself with the quilt and said worriedly, "Princess, the prince needs careful care. His leg disease has not healed yet, and now he is so anxious, I am really afraid that he will never recover!"

An Muxi glanced at Prince Duan's lifeless face, "Your prince is not that fragile! He was really excited when he bullied me, and everyone saw it!!!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Prince Duan's breathing suddenly became rapid, and he reached up into the air with a large hand.

"Mother," his eyes moved restlessly, as if he saw Concubine Xiao's mixed feelings.

Seeing this, everyone became even more worried.

Butler Shi wiped away his sad tears and looked at An Muxi with red eyes:

"Princess, I won't say anything. I hope you can put aside the past grudges, accompany the prince, talk to him, and help him through this difficult time. The prince is so pitiful!"

An Muxi did not respond. She was obviously more pitiful than him. She searched the surroundings, looking for a place to hide the divorce letter. No one was crying at her family's ancestral grave, so who would care about that random death site?

Gu Qingzhou opened the needle bag, took out the silver needle, and inserted it into Prince Duan’s head.

After a while, Prince Duan's brows relaxed and his breathing became steady.

Gu Qingzhou pulled out the silver needle and inserted it into the needle bag.

"The prince has fallen asleep, everyone go out and let the prince have a good sleep!"

Everyone left Moyang Palace.

Seeing that everyone had left, An Muxi boldly searched the house.

He looked at the drawers, cabinets, books, beds, and even the couplets on the wall, but there was nothing there. This prince was so poor that he didn't even have a secret door.

After searching the house for another half an hour and still not finding the divorce papers, An Muxi finally sat down on the chair in despair, staring blankly at the ceiling!

"Mother, mother!" Prince Duan muttered again, his chest heaving.

An Muxi turned his head and found that the prince began to breathe unsteadily and talk nonsense again.

Tsk tsk, if this prince didn't bully me so much, this situation would be quite pitiful, his parents are dead, just like me. No, he is not as good as me, because I still have the An family as a backup, and the love of my old father and eldest brother!!!

"Mother, come back!" Prince Duan called again.

Mu Xi stood up and pressed his finger on Prince Duan's frowned brow, "Relax and sleep well!" If this man is gone, those bad guys in the palace will easily be buried with him, so he has to live well.

Suddenly, Mu Xi's hand was grabbed by Prince Duan, "Mother, I finally see you, let's not separate again, okay!"

Mu Xi pulled her arm hard, "Hey, let go, I'm not your mother!!!"

"Mother, please don't abandon me!" Prince Duan continued to call out, his voice getting louder, and his big hands seemed to hold tighter, as if he was afraid that his mother would disappear again.

An Muxi tried again, but still to no avail.

I had no choice but to sit on the chair and silently stare at Prince Duan's thinner face. Forget it, I'll just be kind enough to be his mother for once, it won't hurt me anyway!!!

Perhaps it was because he felt the softness and warmth in his hand that Prince Duan really calmed down. He held Mu Xi's hand like a baby and his expression relaxed!

Mu Xi felt uncomfortable being held, so he pulled the chair forward, then simply lay down on the edge of the bed and fell asleep soon after.

It is said that the death of a loved one is not a momentary rainstorm, but a lifetime of dampness!

From ancient times to the present, no matter whether it is a high-ranking official or an ordinary citizen, losing a loved one is like a broken heart. If rebuilding the heart requires a slow process, so is Prince Duan!!!

Midnight,

Prince Duan slowly opened his eyes and saw Mu Xi lying beside his bed, sleeping very quietly, while he was holding her left hand.

The bright moonlight shone in through the window, making the woman's face look even whiter. She was like a sleepy cat, seeming to be able to adapt to any situation no matter where she was!

His eyes moved to the white flower on Muxi's bun, his expression dimmed, he put Muxi's hand on the bed, slowly sat up, took out a white porcelain bottle from his arms, poured out a pill and threw it into his mouth.

Then he struggled to move to the wheelchair, and with both arms he carried Muxi to the bed, laid her flat, walked to the table, took out the clay xun his mother had given him, turned the wheelchair and walked out.

Not long after, music sounded in front of the mourning hall of Youlan Pavilion. The mournful and melodious music lingered over the palace, like a sad soul, moving and heart-wrenching, like a song and a cry!!!

Everyone has to go through setbacks, and only after setbacks can one grow again, re-wash away past perceptions, and become more mature mentally!!!

The guards of the palace all knew that the prince was bidding farewell to his mother in this way. They stood in front of the mourning hall and lit the candles brightly, fearing that the concubine would not be able to see the road ahead clearly.