Medical Doctor Travels Through Time to Train the Prince to Become a Wife-Controlled

Prince's Mansion

An Yixuan looked at his granddaughter crying in front of him and felt for the first time that weak women were really troublesome.

An Boya stood in front of An Yixuan with a delicate look, "Grandfather, everything in my room has been stolen. I don't even have the most basic jewelry. What can I use to seduce the second prince?"

An Yixuan frowned when he heard the word "seduction". What happened to this granddaughter recently? She behaved in a very strange way.

"Boya, tell me the truth, you really don't know why the mansion was robbed?"

An Boya's heart skipped a beat. Why would her grandfather think of her? Could it be that Yao Lang had left some traces last night? That was impossible.

Yao Lang is so powerful that he won't leave any evidence behind.

Her face returned to its usual expression, looking pitiful, "Grandfather, how could my granddaughter know? Besides, my room is the worst. My granddaughter can't steal her own room. Isn't this just shooting herself in the foot?"

Uncle An Ling beside him couldn't sit still any longer, "Dad, now that this has happened in the mansion, don't we need to report it to the police?

I heard that similar things happened in the Shangshu Mansion and the Eighth Prince's Mansion.

Could it be that a thief has appeared in Shengjing City?"

An Bowei didn't think this was a thief. It looked like he was seeking revenge.

"Grandfather, sister, have you ever offended anyone before? Why did you attack our house last night? You should think about it carefully!"

"After all, the Shangshu Mansion has been exiled, and the Eighth Prince is paralyzed in bed."

An Boya looked at her brother and felt that something inside her body was about to burst out. She felt hot all over. She didn't know what was going on and strange noises came out of her mouth.

"Um····"

All eyes in the study turned to An Boya. Zhang looked at her granddaughter, whose face was flushed, and asked with concern, "Boya, are you feeling unwell? What's wrong?"

An Boya was about to reply and explain the situation, but he unexpectedly farted several times in succession, and they were very loud and smelly, "Puff puff puff..."

An Yixuan's expression immediately changed. "How shameless! As a girl, you can't even control this."

An Bowei never expected that his sister, who had always been shy, gentle and elegant, would do such a shameful thing. He couldn't bear to watch it and turned his head away and covered his nose.

Zhang really didn't know what to say, so she asked the nanny beside her to take her away quickly. Fortunately, they were at home. If they were outside, the Prince's Mansion would really be a celebrity in Shengjing City.

Zhang looked at the men and said, "Boya may have caught a cold yesterday. Just ask the court doctor to prescribe some medicine."

An Yixuan sighed directly, "An Ran doesn't care about this daughter at all, and now he blames us for what happened back then. Can we let him continue to be so decadent?"

When An Ling thought of his younger brother, his face was full of disdain and his tone became much colder.

"I will be the head of the Prince's Mansion in the future, and you just need to do your best and don't need to pay attention to other things.

If Boya can't marry the crown prince, then she can extend an olive branch to the second prince and see if he accepts it."

Zhang looked at her husband and son, wanting to say something but stopping herself. Finally, she shut up. After all, she was the one who had committed the sin herself.

An Boya returned to her boudoir, with bursts of fart sounds coming from her body, "Puff...Puff...Bang..."

This time, even the nanny was frightened away. "Miss, I will go and get the palace doctor. You wait here."

The maidservant next to her didn't dare to come forward, for fear of bringing bad luck.

An Boya looked at the fact that no one was waiting for him, and he had no place to vent his anger. "Bitch, why don't you come up and help me wash up? You dare to despise me? Believe it or not, I will put you in a brothel."

Douya could only follow her closely and endure the urge to vomit.

I undressed her and gave her a bath, but before she finished, she defecated and Douya felt her sense of smell was overwhelmed.

An Boya was so annoyed by the situation that he started shouting and yelling. The court doctor who came to the door smelled a foul odor as soon as he entered the courtyard.

The nanny left without saying anything. After all, she was old and couldn't stand the torture.

It was half an hour later when it was washed again.

The court doctor resisted the urge to vomit and went into the room to take the patient's pulse.

Before he even reached the inner room, he rushed out and vomited into a pool.

How could this young lady in the boudoir pay so little attention to personal hygiene that she doesn't even know to clean up her poop and cover up the smell? It really opens my eyes.

The court doctor had no idea that An Boya had already washed five times and had defecated five times. Douya was already exhausted. If it happened again, she would probably want to die.

Suburban Hill

The prince was dragged by Meng Zhenzhen to the place where he was attacked last time, and sure enough, he saw a white area.

Meng Zhenzhen let go of the prince's hand and rushed forward, "It really has grown up, A-Man, I said there would be treasures here."

The prince went forward and plucked a cotton flower, which felt soft and comfortable. "This is the treasure you mentioned. Does it have any effect?"

Yes, it was only at this time that Meng Zhenzhen realized that there was no such thing as cotton here.

"This is cotton, a crop used for keeping warm. It can be made into cotton clothes, quilts, and shoes. It can also be made into cotton thread and cotton cloth. It has a lot of uses."

She could even imagine how warm the winters would be in the future.

The prince immediately thought of the soldiers on the border. If they used such cotton, they would not be so cold and would not suffer from frostbite so much.

"Zhenzhen, do you think these can be grown? I want to make a few more for the soldiers."

Meng Zhenzhen taught them how to pick them. "Of course, I will look for more on this mountain in the future. Maybe there are more. I will help you."

The prince smiled warmly. It turned out that he had a companion on this road. He was so happy.

He is indeed much happier than his father.

Meng Zhenzhen planned to make a quilt for the emperor and empress, one for his father and mother, and one for the crown prince, and of course she could not be left out.

She remembered that she had secretly planted a few trees in the space at that time, but now she had no idea what they looked like.

One piece of land was picked quickly, but Meng Zhenzhen felt that there must be some missed pieces nearby, so she dragged the prince around the mountain to search for a long time before finding a large piece. It was so complete that it looked as if someone had mined it specifically for planting.

Meng Zhenzhen thought to herself, could it be that someone really had planted them here and was waiting for her to discover them?

Could it be that someone had traveled through time like her? There was no sign of anyone living here, so it was probably just an accident.

But even if I traveled through time, I would not be afraid, after all, I have become a native southerner now.

It was already getting dark when the group of people came down the mountain carrying bags. Tianyi and Tianer were so tired that they didn't want to talk anymore.

She looked at the scars on her little hands and felt unhappy.

The prince carefully applied medicine to her and warned her carefully, "Zhenzhen, it's all my fault. I shouldn't have let you do it. It hurts, doesn't it?"

She was just being pretentious in her heart. This little wound was nothing to her. However, she still looked aggrieved, which made the prince so distressed that he almost cried.

Several people nearby quickly hid themselves. The prince would always be defeated in this situation. It had happened several times, but he never learned his lesson.

"You'd better not do farm work in the future. I think you are more suitable to be pampered."

Meng Zhenzhen felt that he was really sad, so she burst into laughter, lifted his face and kissed him, "I'm fine, I just want you to comfort me, little girls need to be comforted, after all, you are three years older than me!"

The prince's face turned dark. He looked at the little girl's bright face with grievance and touched his own face.

"I'm not that old. I'm only nineteen. You've experienced whether I'm in good health or not."

That's not what she was talking about. Her face was flushed with embarrassment, and the man started driving again.

"Are you going back to the Prince's Mansion tonight? If not, I will sort out the cotton and you will report to the Emperor tomorrow."

Meng Zhenzhen was busy sorting the cotton. Making cotton clothes requires many processes, so she could only take a little away.

Although the prince was reluctant to leave, he had to leave today as he had to deal with memorials from the palace and matters arranged by his father.

With a look of regret on his face, he said, "I have to go back tonight. You should be careful when you go back tomorrow."

Meng Zhenzhen naturally knew how busy he was and did not force him.