The ring connects the past and present, the exiled prince worships me as a god

"Your Highness, let's escape."

The attendant panted heavily, his sharp eagle eyes scanning the surroundings, confirming there were no more assassins nearby before retracting his sword. He caught a glimpse of the figure behind him swaying, and he quickly spun around and knelt to support the person.

"His Royal Highness?"

"I was exiled, that's an indisputable fact. How can I still be called the Crown Prince?" Even though Qi Yu always liked to be clean, he couldn't care less about the blood splattered on his face. He simply sat down on the ground with his sword in hand. "How many waves of people have come here?"

"Eleven waves." Jiang Zhi hung his head in guilt.

As the prince's close bodyguard and the commander of the imperial palace guards, he failed to protect the prince. He deserves to die.

"What does it have to do with you? I did such a bad thing, and that person wants to kill me. What's wrong with that?"

Qi Yu pulled his cracked lips in self-mockery, not knowing whether he was laughing at others or at himself.

"Your Highness has never done that. Those things are definitely not what Your Highness would do!"

Because he was on duty that day, he was not by the prince's side, but the prince he had served since he was a child, the prince who was unrestrained and uninhibited, dressed in fine clothes and riding a horse, was definitely not the vicious villain described by the imperial concubine.

"But Chen'er did die in front of me."

He still remembers the feeling of the white knife going in and the red knife coming out, and the blood splattering.

That was Chen'er, the one who trusted him the most. He followed him around all day, telling him funny stories. The entire imperial city was fraught with danger, with everyone harboring ulterior motives and wary of each other. The only person he trusted the most was his brother.

But he killed him with his own hands!

Qi Yu's bloodstained hands unconsciously grasped the jade token at his waist, and all he could hear was his father's words in prison.

"You molested the Imperial Concubine, secretly kept the imperial robe, secretly carved the imperial seal, and murdered your own brother... My son, your father knows you are wronged, but the Imperial Concubine's maternal family is powerful, so I have no choice but to let you suffer. Your father has made careful arrangements for your journey. In three years at most, your father will personally bring your son back to the capital."

Even his father is so helpless, what would it matter if he escapes back?

"Is the village in the distance ahead the place of exile?"

In the yellow earth and the unobstructed quicksand city, there are a few villages in the distance. This is the poorest place Qi Yu has ever seen in his life, but he doesn't care now.

"That's probably it, but..." Jiang Zhi glanced at the yamen runners who were cleaning up the corpses in the distance and said helplessly, "The death squad responsible for protecting my safety has all been slaughtered."

He didn't dare to think about what they would do if a twelfth wave of assassins came.

The emperor believed in the prince. Although he exiled him, he always sent assassins to secretly protect his safety. However, no matter how brave and sharp the assassins were, they could not stop the eleven waves of assassinations from the imperial concubine's mother's family.

Now, he is the only one left by His Highness's side.

"Hey! Are those two over there still sitting there waiting for me to help them? Get up, pick up the remains, and get on with your journey!"

A roar came from the yamen runner in the distance, and the whip in his hand was about to swing over.

The yamen runner cursed, "Bah, what bad luck!"

Qi Yu and Jiang Zhi exchanged a glance: "It's not up to me to decide whether to live or die."

He used to be such a glorious prince, but now he has fallen to such a state that he is covered in dirt and lying on the ground at the mercy of others.

-

A thousand years later, in a villa in the city center, Song Nian woke up to see printed papers scattered on the ground next to the printer moved from the old house. There seemed to be some writing on it?

"Oh my god, the printer vomited?"

Did she accidentally press print before going to bed?

Song Nian looked at the handwriting on it again and again, and felt more and more surprised. It was an ancient novel?

"He molested and humiliated the imperial concubine, secretly kept the imperial robe in his home, privately carved the imperial seal, brutally murdered his own brother, and the Crown Prince was exiled?"

What kind of drama is this? And what kind of incompetent emperor is this? He knew his son was framed, and it was his own partner who framed him, yet he exiled him? And he promised to bring him back in three years? You're incompetent now, but you'll be awesome in three years?

Song Nian casually threw the paper aside and immediately closed all the open computer web pages. He secretly told himself that he should not drink too much in the future. Sure enough, drinking made things worse.

After that incident, she became addicted to alcohol because she couldn't accept the fact, but she clearly remembered that she didn't drink too much last night.

Throwing the paper into the trash can casually, Song Nian simply washed up and sat back at his desk.

She wants to record everything that happens between now and her death.

Yes, she was reborn.

In her previous life, she failed the college entrance exam, was bullied in a bar, drugged, and ultimately died tragically. After her death, she discovered that the murderers were her father, who had always loved her, and her stepsister, who relied on her the most.

Therefore, in this life, she wants to defy fate and change her destiny.

Tomorrow is the day to fill out her college entrance exam application, and her whole family will be with her to help her choose the best application. It was also during this time that her stepsister recorded her exam number and password. Then, her results were tampered with, and she was devastated and cheated out of a bar...

Song Nian wrote down all the past events one by one, tears streaming down her face. Even though those evil people admitted their evil deeds against her before they died, she still couldn't believe that those were all true.

hum.

The printer suddenly starts up.

More pieces of paper fell out.

"There's nothing but yellow sand all around, no life at all. There's not even any water here?"

"What? Each person only gets a mouthful of thin porridge for three days, and we still have to go out to work?"

"When a drought strikes, building a temple can avert it? That's ridiculous!"

"How can this prince repair a house?"

"This... this hole in the roof the size of a wellhead is also habitable?"

"So this is exile? You want me to freeze to death, starve to death, dry up to death, or die of exhaustion? Well, heaven wants to destroy me, Qi Yu, how can I resist heaven?"

What the hell is this?

Is this what a certain prince saw, heard, and felt after being exiled?

Are feelings and those papers just now a TV series?

Song Nian slammed the paper on the table with a "bang". Could it be that the computer was hacked?

Someone is messing with me?

The fear of death suddenly hit Song Nian, and she couldn't help but feel cold all over. It was midsummer, and she was wearing a short-sleeved shirt. She couldn't help but get goose bumps all over the exposed half of her fair arms.

Song Nian hurriedly turned off the computer and unplugged the power cord one by one.

No, she had to go to the computer repair center. What if the hacker was arranged by "them"? Wouldn't there be a pair of eyes on the other end of the computer watching her?

Song Nian quickly went downstairs carrying the computer case.

The villa where she lives is surrounded by complete supporting facilities, and there is a computer city downstairs.

The computer repairman checked and discovered two Trojans hidden inside. Song Nian immediately ordered a full system reset and briefly explained her current situation. When the programmer heard someone was trying to tamper with her college entrance exam application, he thoughtfully installed a higher-level firewall and assured her that even the most sophisticated hackers would be unable to break in.

After thanking him profusely and sending him a red envelope on WeChat, Song Nian finally felt at ease taking the computer home. He'd spent the entire afternoon wiring it up, installing it, and downloading the necessary software. He was just about to order some takeout to calm down.

hum-

The printer started up again.

This time, she didn't even connect the printer plug.