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

I wrote for four days straight.

His calligraphy finally improved, and he learned to read the three volumes of Daxia poetry left by Prince Duan. For those unfamiliar traditional Chinese characters, Mu Xi took the initiative to write them down in a notebook and marked them with simplified characters.

These four days were very quiet. Xia Yuyan didn't come to cause trouble. The Sixth Princess was also captured by the Emperor. My eldest brother only came to see me once. I guess he was busy with the marriage of my second sister and the prince. But Mu Xi was not angry, because today was the day to return home and I could eat delicious food soon!!!

She watched Mei Lan packing her clothes and Prince Duan's clothes into the box one by one, and thought to herself that she should go back home and kill a pig, make some blood sausage, fry some crispy meat, braise some pork elbow, and have two pig's trotters, as her stomach was lacking oil and water.

Cuizhu came in carrying a tray, on which were combs and various gold fork jewellery.

"Princess, we are back home today. I will comb your hair into a beautiful bun!!!"

"It doesn't have to be too complicated. It's tiring to send out too many packages. Just keep it simple!"

Cuizhu used the handle of the comb to pick up two strands of long hair on the back of Muxi's head, twisted the ends of the hair back to the top of the head, and then rolled the rest of the hair to the top of the head. After a while, a symmetrical bun was ready.

Mu Xi glanced at herself in the bronze mirror. She looked pretty good, with a golden crabapple flower on the top of her head, and two rings hanging symmetrically behind her head, embellished with two long tassels of red agate.

"It looks pretty, clean and neat." An Muxi stood up and turned around while pulling her skirt.

"Princess, you need to change your dress. It's wrinkled!"

"I can't tell, it's okay!!!"

"Princess, you should wear a bright red skirt. Red is a symbol of status!!!"

"Yes, change it, change it!!!" Today, I will also show my charming and beautiful face, walking slowly.

Not long after, An Muxi started to show off in the house wearing a bright red cross-collared skirt. With every step she took, the golden peonies on the hem of her skirt bloomed.

"Alas, people are like clothes and horses are like saddles. It is indeed different now, and my spirit is higher."

Meilan and Cuizhu stared at the hem of Muxi's beautiful skirt with delighted expressions.

"Princess, your hair and skirt are so beautiful. The prince will definitely be unable to take his eyes off them."

"Don't do that. If he can't take his eyes off me, then we must be fighting again, because a mad dog's eyes are always staring."

Just as he finished speaking, hurried footsteps were heard at the door.

Dongfeng strode in with a tray, looking extremely exhausted and haggard. Looking at the tray in his hand, he was wearing a plain white skirt with a khaki linen cover and a white flower on it. How could it be mourning clothes!!!

Seeing Mu Xi's puzzled look, Dong Feng bowed and saluted.

"Princess, the prince will send someone to take you back to the palace to observe mourning!"

"No, who am I mourning for?" I have already planned what delicious food to eat today!

Dong Feng moved his lips a few times, "It's Concubine Xiao!"

Meilan and Cuizhu looked at each other, their eyes widened in shock and their eyes turned red at the same time. Their prince had such a miserable life, but when he returned to the Great Xia Kingdom, he was separated from the Yin and Yang before he could reunite with the concubine!

"Princess Xiao!" An Muxi thought for a moment, and after thinking about it for a long time, he still asked in confusion:

"How come the prince's biological mother suddenly disappeared?"

Dongfeng said angrily:

"Princess, the prince went out this time to welcome the concubine back to the palace, but as soon as he arrived at Luo River, he heard that the concubine's ship sank and everyone died, no one was spared!"

An Muxi looked at the mourning clothes on the tray and was still resisting. She had just put on a bright red skirt and had to change into mourning clothes before she even left the house?

"I won't wear it. Why should I observe mourning? Don't forget that your prince has never liked me, and it was he who didn't give me the divorce letter!" Why was I so unlucky? When I first entered the palace, I either had to go to jail or observe mourning.

Dongfeng knelt on the ground and cried:

"Princess, if you don't help the prince, he will be alone. He hasn't eaten, drunk or slept for two days. Please go back and persuade him!"

An Muxi seemed to have heard a huge joke.

"Will your prince listen to my advice?"

Cuizhu and Meilan knelt on the ground crying, "Princess, you are the only mistress in the mansion, your words must carry more weight than those of us servants!"

Xifeng and others at the door also knelt down. Although no one spoke, their meaning was very clear.

An Muxi looked at the people kneeling on the ground, gnashing his teeth helplessly, turning around on the spot, and finally picking up the clothes on the tray and walking towards the inner room. Day after day, he could not do what he wanted. God must be trying to please him, making him come back to the ancient times to suffer.

Cuizhu and Meilan followed together.

When she came out again, An Muxi was wearing a plain white mourning dress. The only gold hairpin in her hair had turned into a white flower, and she was holding a khaki linen smock in her hand.

"Let's go!" Mu Xi walked out, not knowing what to feel in his heart. The death of his own parents seemed to have never been so solemn!

Dongfeng and others followed gratefully.

Walking out of the main gate of Kongyin Temple and getting on the carriage back home, An Muxi admired the scenery along the road while listening to Mei Lan and Cui Zhu chattering.

"Princess, the first thing you should do when you return to the palace is to kowtow and burn incense in front of the Dowager Concubine's mourning hall.

"And burn paper!"

"I have to return the gift..."

……

An Muxi couldn't hear a word, but he didn't want to interrupt their interest. After all, it was a sad thing!

After walking for more than half an hour, we finally returned to the palace.

Mu Xi put on a khaki linen robe and got off the carriage.

Meilan and Cuizhu followed closely behind.

Looking at the open gate of Prince Duan's Mansion, the huge white flowers on the door and the white banners on both sides of the door, he felt a little sad and walked in slowly.

Steward Shi came up to them in mourning clothes, followed by a little black dog.

"Princess, you are finally back. The prince refused to eat or drink for two days on his way back from Luo River. Please try to persuade him, otherwise his body won't be able to bear it!" After saying that, she wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes.

The little black dog wagged its tail in a friendly manner, with a sincere look in its eyes.

Looking at Steward Shi's fatter face, Mu Xi looked away and asked, "Who has come to pay homage?"

Steward Shi looked embarrassed.

"Princess, no one has come yet!"

"Where's Anfu?"

"Someone has been sent to inform them!"

Butler Shi rubbed his hands together, a trace of sadness passing through his heart. What kind of fate did his prince have? He was of noble status, but his family was deserted and his only relative was gone.

"What did the palace say?"

Steward Shi hesitated for a moment, then said,

"The palace has sent word that since the Concubine Dowager left the palace at an early age, the palace is allowed to handle the funeral of the Concubine Dowager on its own!"

"That's too much!"

Mu Xi continued to walk forward. She didn't know anything else, but Concubine Xiao was the favorite concubine of the previous emperor and the emperor's concubine mother. She should at least give her some face to support the situation! Although she didn't need to tell the world, she should at least be given the most pomp and respect. It's true that when you are rich, people ask for you, but when you are lonely, no one cares! ! !

Looking around, he discovered that Prince Duan's Mansion had changed drastically.

The courtyard that was once overgrown with weeds has been cleaned up, and some places have potted plants. Even the guards passing by are in mourning. Everyone's face has become fatter and rosy. It seems that everyone has eaten a lot in recent days to replenish their weak bodies.

As he approached Youlan Pavilion, An Muxi got goose bumps all over his body.

I saw a huge white flower hanging on the lintel of Youlan Pavilion, and a long row of white sails of various styles were placed on both sides of the door, and I didn’t know what they were called.

A huge coffin was placed in the hall, and in front of the coffin was a table with incense burners, white candles, etc. on it. The air was filled with smoke, which was very choking.

I saw Prince Duan kneeling in front of the coffin as if he had lost his soul, his face was as pale as paper, his lips were covered with white skin, and he was wearing mourning clothes similar to mine. His big hand kept stuffing paper money into the basin, and the fire in the basin was burning very brightly!!!

Rong Jing, Ziwen and several strangers knelt beside Prince Duan.

Doctor Gu came over with a basin of pungent medicine. It seemed that he had just sprinkled the medicine on the coffin. In such a hot day, if the toffee was not buried for two days, it would probably ferment. Thinking of that tragic scene, An Muxi shuddered.

Cuizhu gently pulled Muxi's sleeve, and Muxi understood immediately and knelt down.

"Mom, why did you leave like that? Mu Xi is back late!"

Everyone looked over and found that Mu Xi was very beautiful in mourning clothes, a pure beauty, but the voice she just spoke sounded fake, without a trace of sincerity.

Prince Duan's eyes moved and he continued to burn paper.