After the prince was able to travel through time, he stopped rolling!

Xuanyuan Ruize had just come out of the Qinzheng Hall when he suddenly felt a strange force surging in his heart, as if a mysterious voice was echoing in his mind: "Go back to the East Palace... Go back quickly..." This voice made him feel very familiar, but a little uneasy.

The young prince was keenly aware that something was wrong and thought to himself, "Is it time travel?" So he made a quick decision and rushed back to the East Palace. After returning to the East Palace, Xuanyuan Ruize immediately gave an order to Xiao Dezi: "Xiao Dezi, I want to rest, no one is allowed to disturb me." Then, he walked into the bedroom alone and gently turned a vase on the bookshelf.

It turned out that since the last time he traveled back from the modern world, the clever Xuanyuan Ruize secretly dug a secret passage leading to his own storeroom. In this way, he could hide the items he brought back when traveling back to avoid being discovered by others. Moreover, he specially prepared a lot of high-quality and low-priced cloth and packed them into boxes for storage. In addition, there were a large number of gold, silver and jewelry, which were also neatly packed in boxes. These boxes looked ordinary on the outside, and no one would guess what treasures were hidden in them.

"I don't know when it will be over." Xuanyuan Ruize just finished thinking and felt dizzy.

"Sister Sang, I see you again." The little prince looked at Sang Zhi happily.

Sang Chi was also very happy looking at Xuanyuan Ruize in front of her. She had just returned from a transaction in the food world. As soon as she came back, she was informed by the time and space elves that the little prince was coming. The time when the little prince came to the modern world was basically the night he left last time.

However, in another distant world - the Xuanyuan Dynasty, two months have passed quietly.

"Little Ruize, why do I feel like you seem to have lost some weight?" Sang Zhi asked with concern. In the past two months, the little prince has indeed been very busy and hard-working.

"Sister, you can't imagine how hard my life is now. I don't know what's wrong with my father. He always keeps an eye on me. Not only does he frequently arrange for teachers to teach me, he also requires me to go to the Qinzheng Hall every day to check the memorials. If I do something wrong, he will actually make me kneel in front of my mother's spirit tablet as punishment!"

The little prince complained while eating the potato chips handed to him by Sang Chi with relish.

"Indeed, in your father's eyes, you will shoulder the heavy responsibility of inheriting the throne in the future. As an emperor, they usually get up early and go to bed late, and their work is busier than that of ordinary people."

Sang Zhi smiled and comforted him. She could understand the expectations of an emperor who was also a father. After all, which parent didn't want their child to achieve something? Moreover, the little prince in front of him was the future emperor, shouldering the responsibility and mission of the country.

"Alas, I have to find a way to get my father to depose me from the position of crown prince as soon as possible." The little prince sighed. He knew very well that this was not an easy task, but he had made up his mind.

Sang Chi looked at her brother, her heart full of worry: "Little Ruize! You know, in our era, the deposed princes in history all had bad endings. So you must not rush, and you must be fully prepared."

She was worried that her words would make her brother act impulsively, leading to irreversible consequences. After all, if her brother was really sentenced to death or imprisonment, she would feel extremely guilty and remorseful.

However, the young prince seemed unusually calm and mature. He was well-versed in history books and knew the cruelty of palace struggles. In addition, he had watched many palace fighting movies that Sang Chi found for him last time, so he had already had a clear understanding of the situation and made his own plan.

"Don't worry, sister. My father is in his prime now. If I show any signs of being unworthy of being the crown prince, and if the censors make more reports, he will definitely reconsider the selection of the crown prince. But at most he will just send me to a fiefdom."

Then the little prince said

"Sister, I know what to do. I will live well. Even if I don't ascend to the throne, I can probably become a prince and enjoy wealth and glory."

The young prince had already made these well-thought-out plans. He knew that as long as he did not commit a crime of treason, his father would never easily sentence him to death. Moreover, as long as he no longer posed a threat to the next crown prince, the other brothers would not tolerate him. Therefore, he decided to adopt a safe strategy to gradually achieve his goal.

After hearing what the little prince said, Sang Zhi patted him on the shoulder and said

"Since you have already achieved success, I won't say much. Life is only a few decades long, and I hope you can live comfortably."

As a prince, and his mother did not die young, no one would ever say these words to him so sincerely. Hearing Sang Chi's concern and encouragement, the little prince felt a warm current in his heart. He suddenly felt that there were still people in this world who really cared about him. So, he couldn't help but make a request to Sang Chi.

"Sister Sang, I accept you as my biological sister, right?"

Sang Chi looked at the little prince and smiled, with a warm light in her eyes.

"You are my brother!"

Her voice was gentle and kind, like a spring breeze, making the little prince feel extremely warm.

As night fell, Sang Chi saw that it was getting late, so she began to arrange the little prince's diet and daily life, making sure he had enough to eat and sleep well. Both of them felt very sleepy and urgently needed to rest to restore their energy.

"Xiao Ruize, let's go to bed early tonight. I'll take you shopping tomorrow and prepare some gifts for you so that you can show enough presence in front of those people."

Sang Chi said confidently. She believed that modern people's wisdom and knowledge were more than enough to deal with ancient people. As long as she used her brain a little and let the little prince bring some special gifts home, she would definitely win the favor of others.

The little prince stood up and walked naturally up to the third floor and entered the room he had lived in before. This time, he no longer needed Sang Zhi to personally teach him how to use the bathroom. He easily put in the hot water, then lay comfortably in the bathtub, feeling the warm water flow.

"Alas, modern society is still good. Everything is convenient."

The little prince sighed. After taking a bath, he put on the cute cartoon pajamas that Sang Chi had chosen for him, then took out a hair dryer from the cabinet and skillfully dried his long hair. From behind, the little Xuanyuan Ruize looked like a little girl!

In fact, he really wants to have a short haircut like a modern boy, which looks clean and refreshing and is easy to manage.

After blowing his hair, the little prince climbed onto the bed, got into the quilt, and gradually fell asleep.

In his dream, he seemed to see himself successfully getting rid of his identity as a prince and living a free and easy life with Sang Chi.

The next morning, the sun shone through the window onto the little prince's face. He slowly opened his eyes, stretched himself, and then couldn't wait to get up and go shopping with Sang Chi.