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

When the prince came back, he saw a greedy little girl eating while reading in the study. She really knew how to treat herself well.

I quickly poured a glass of milk and handed it to her, fearing that she would choke. "Try it. This is fresh milk with sugar. You should like it."

She leaned over to smell it, her eyes lit up, "Isn't this just a simple version of milk tea? I really miss it."

The taste is purer than milk tea, with a slight fishy smell, but it does not affect her liking for it. "Sure enough, you have a lot of good things here. I haven't tasted this taste for a long time."

She remembered the purpose of her visit and quickly took out a small box. "Look, this is what I found at the Prince's Mansion. The contents completely refreshed my worldview. The harem is too chaotic."

The prince opened them one by one, and his eyes widened as if he had seen something incredible.

The little girl next to him was eating happily. She was so careless. If he didn't know part of the truth, he would have been so scared that he wouldn't be able to eat.

The prince put down the envelope in his hand, walked over to sit in front of her, and asked, "How much have you read in this, what do you think?"

She quickly swallowed the food in her mouth and smoothed it over with milk. "Don't worry about what I think. You can't ask the emperor to investigate his mother. This is unreasonable for anyone.

You send someone to investigate King Wen, and I'll investigate the imperial physician. I'm afraid this person is lurking by your side. He's too scary, waiting to give you the final blow at any time."

The prince felt that the water was too deep here. He wondered for the first time whether it was appropriate for him to pull the little fox in and whether he had the strength to protect her.

Meng Zhenzhen glanced at him and knew that he was overthinking again, "Don't worry about me, I don't care about those unofficial histories, I only care whether you will be killed, after all, I don't want to be a widow yet."

The prince almost slipped off the stool. Is it okay to say these words?

If he ignored the smile on her lips, he would believe it, and he would still be as naughty as before.

When the prince saw these envelopes, he could imagine how panicked the Prince's Mansion was. The loss of these things meant that their handle fell into the hands of others. After all, this involved too many secrets of the imperial palace.

King Wen thought that he had to be watched. People had always thought that he was a man without desires and was living a stable and carefree prince in Shaoshan. But it seemed that everything was just a deception. There were so many people working hard for him behind the scenes.

Prince's Mansion

An Ling had just had his father carried back home when he saw the servants in the mansion whispering to each other. He felt something was wrong.

He pulled someone over and asked, "What are you discussing? Why is the mansion in such a mess?"

The little maid stepped back in fear, "Master, the mansion... the mansion has been robbed."

"What, how is that possible?"

Although An Ling couldn't believe it, he didn't dare to stop at all. Before he reached the courtyard, he was stopped by his wife, who started howling.

"Husband, you are back. Our house was robbed and everything is gone. Our betrothal gifts are gone too. What should we do?"

An Ling's scalp was numb from her howling and he quickly covered her mouth with his face having an unreadable distorted expression.

"Shut up, stop shouting. Don't you see that the servants are watching you? What are you talking about? Where is your mother?"

Mrs. Lu finally took a breath and covered her chest. This man was too fierce. "My mother was in the main house. She must have been frightened. The warehouse was completely robbed. Not even a hair was left."

He didn't want to hear any sound now, it felt too noisy. His father would be stimulated when he woke up. He wondered why everything was going wrong recently and he didn't know how his son did in the exam this time.

He turned to look at his wife beside him, frowned and asked, "Did you pick Bo up? The exam has been cancelled now."

Mrs. Lu paused, stamped her feet, threw her handkerchief, and said anxiously, "Oh, I forgot about Bo Wei. The mansion is in a mess so early in the morning. I'll go quickly."

He now felt that all the blood in his body was rushing to his head. This family would have to leave without him. "What are you standing there for? Why don't you go?"

Gongyuan Gate

An Bowei walked out of the examination hall with shaky steps, thinking that he would see the family's carriage, but in fact, everyone had left.

The people around him looked at him with a pitiful look, as if he was being stripped naked and looked at. For the first time, he felt that being born into this family was a burden to him. He had no strength left and could only sit on the ground to rest.

He felt that the wind today was particularly cold, as if it had blown into his heart, making him feel very chilled.

When Lu arrived, he was already lying on the ground, unconscious and trembling all over.

Mrs. Lu hurriedly got off the carriage, "Oh my God, help the young master up quickly, nothing can happen to him, this is all my hope."

The servants did not dare to neglect him, and helped the young master up and dragged him to the carriage. Mrs. Lu felt her son's breath and could still feel a little breathing, so she breathed a sigh of relief, "Fortunately, he's still alive."

She sat down in the carriage and hated the thief even more. Otherwise, she would have more time to welcome her son instead of being in such a miserable state now.

Prince's Mansion

An Boya felt uncomfortable sitting on the stool. She didn't know where this feeling came from, but she just wanted to release her emotions.

Could it be that she started thinking about Yao Lang as soon as he left? It turned out that she truly loved him, and every part of her body was buzzing with love.

When An Ling came in, he saw this scene. Everyone was sitting quietly, but he only felt something weird.

"Mother, we should report this kind of thing to the police. We can't find it ourselves. That's all our savings."

Zhang held her forehead with her hand and sighed deeply. There was a certain fatigue in her voice that she had never heard before. "I have reported it to the police, but they haven't come yet. I don't know if they can find out the truth."

An Ling couldn't stay sitting on the stool any longer, so he paced back and forth in the middle of the stool, his steps becoming heavier.

An Boya looked at his uncle who was so anxious and laughed sarcastically, "Uncle, don't go. You won't be able to find your legs even if you break them. Look at the Shangshu Mansion and the Eighth Prince Mansion. Which one has a good ending? Our Prince's Mansion will not have a good ending either."

He slapped her in the face with his backhand, leaned over to grab her shoulders, and stared at her, "The Prince's Mansion is finished, and so are you. You thought you had a good ending, you bitch, you should have died in the first place."

An Boya laughed loudly with tears in her eyes, "I should have died a long time ago, so why did you save me? You just wanted to use me. You are such a jerk. You deserve it, you deserve it."

An Ling looked at his niece like this and felt that she had gone crazy, so he waved to the servant next to him.

"The young lady has gone mad. Lock her up. No one can release her without my order."

An Boya felt a man approaching her, and she pulled him up, "It's really comfortable, hug me."

An Ling simply couldn't bear to watch it anymore. Since when did his niece become so dependent on men?

The servant next to him was almost scared silly. Are the ladies nowadays so crazy? He is still a virgin and has never touched a woman!

The touch of this hand is really extraordinary. The lady's skin is so good.

Douya, who was standing next to her, couldn't stand it any longer and pulled the lady's hands off her body, "Be more respectful, this is a lady. Even if she's locked up, she's still a lady, you can't play with her."

The servant smiled indifferently, without slowing down the movements of his hands. An Boya's screams became sharper and sharper, as if she was enjoying it, but also a little unsatisfied.

If Meng Zhenzhen were here, he would have been able to see that An Boya was already immersed in it, and the poison had begun to spread. It would only get worse and worse, until he could not extricate himself.