Transmigration: Prince, Step Aside

She was still a child after all. Under Mu Zhihuan's guidance, she quickly explained everything to him.

Only then did Mu Zhihuan know that this place that she had teleported to was not some Kangxi's empire that was recorded in history.

It was like a world in the sky and she was actually the princess! She had been bullied to such a state when she had just arrived. She could not have imagined that the original owner's identity would be so impressive.

The original owner had the same name as her, and the one in her arms was called Jiang Qingran. She was the son of the prince, and the woman who had just appeared in the thatched hut was called Yang Qiuyu, the favorite concubine of the prince.

It was just that she was unfavoured, Yang Qiuyu was unscrupulous due to the love of the prince, but she could actually be reduced to such a state, her previous self was really stupid.

"Gu gu gu ~"

An inexplicable strange sound called back Mu Zhihuan's thoughts, causing her to unconsciously cover her stomach with her hands. The inside of her stomach was empty.

"Mother, are you hungry?"

Jiang Qing Ran's eyes were as bright as the starry sky as she took out a steamed bun that had turned to stone from her pocket as if she was offering a treasure.

"Mistress Yang doesn't want them to give us food. I secretly left them here for her mother to eat!"

Although Jiang Qing Ran spoke generously, she could not help but swallow her saliva when she looked at the steamed bun.

His comical appearance made people's hearts ache. If he treated such a lousy steamed bun as a treasure, then what kind of life did the child have in the past?

The tip of Mu Zhihuan's nose suddenly turned sour. She pushed the steamed bun back to Jiang Qinggran, "Mother isn't hungry, but her stomach isn't comfortable. Your toilet here …" "Well, where is the latrine?"

For such a young child to eat this kind of dry steamed bun, how could he possibly have any nutrition?

She didn't care how much the prince doted on that arrogant woman. She only knew that she and her son were hungry and were going to eat.

"The latrine is outside, we can't get out. Mistress Yang said she will lock us up for three more days."

Mu Zhihuan widened her eyes. He still wanted to lock her up for three more days? It meant that he had already been locked up for a period of time?

Furthermore, they weren't even given any food or drink? Wasn't this equivalent to starving the mother and son pair to death?

This woman was truly ruthless!

Mu Zhihuan looked around and suddenly, a thought came to her mind. There it is!

In this era, there was no concrete structure, especially in small houses like these. They were usually made from ordinary grass.

There was a mountain of wood in the corner. Mu Zhihuan estimated that it shouldn't be a problem for her to climb up it.

When she thought here, she carried Jiang Qinggran onto the straw bed and rubbed his head. "Mother, you have to be quiet and not make any noise so as to not disturb others, okay?"

Since he didn't know how his mother was going to get out, the thoughtful Jiang Qing obediently nodded her head.

Looking at the pile of lumber on the stairs, Mu Zhihuan nimbly climbed up. Her feet swayed slightly, but fortunately, the lumber was packed and did not show signs of collapsing.

When they reached the top, Mu Zhihuan easily reached the thatch on the roof. As she had expected, in this backward era, the straw huts were truly just straw huts.

When Mu Zhihuan finally pulled the straw out of the hole, she turned around and gave Jiang Qinggran a comforting look.

After that, he tied up the hem of his skirt, supported himself with the wooden beam and used all his strength to jump out from the thatched cottage's roof.

When Mu Zhihuan finally regained her balance after panting heavily, she realized that this position was very remote. Yang Qiuyu was very ambitious and had not arranged for one or two people to follow her.

A height of less than three meters was a piece of cake for a specially recruited student like her.

He jumped down from the roof without a hitch and picked up a rock to smash open the lock. The moment he opened the door, he saw Jiang Qing Ran staring at him with her round, round eyes.

"Mother …" Mother … "You …"

"Do you think that your mother is very brave? "Let's go, mother will take you to eat." Grasping Jiang Qing's hand, Mu Zhihuan guided her to the kitchen.

It was no longer a meal, and there was no one in the kitchen.

After rummaging for a while, she still couldn't find any pastries. Under Jiang Ziqing's disappointed gaze, Mu Zhihuan rolled up her sleeves and began to busy herself.

Not long later, the fragrant noodles filled with lard were placed in front of Jiang Qing Ran.

"Mother …" You... It's too powerful! " Jiang Qing Ran's eyes were glowing with a green light.

Mu Zhihuan found it funny. Wasn't it just cooking noodles? If time allowed, she might even be able to sit at a table full of people.

"Eat then. There are so few seasonings in this era. Only Clear Broth Noodle Soup can be eaten."

After she had eaten her fill, Mu Zhihuan contentedly stroked her plump belly. However, Jiang Qinggran nervously looked around from outside the kitchen door, "Mother, let's hurry back to the straw house."

"Why go back to the straw house? Do we not have any other residences? " Mu Zhihuan rolled her eyes at Jiang Qinggran in disappointment.

"But, Forthright …"

Seeing the obvious fear on Jiang Qing Ran's face, Mu Zhihuan sighed.

This couldn't be blamed on him. Ever since he was young, he had been influenced by his cowardly predecessor, and he was used to having things done according to the rules.

With her here in the future, she would definitely protect this child thoroughly. Even if this kinship had nothing to do with Mu Zhihuan, she was still able to clearly feel the resonance between their bloodlines.

"What are you afraid of? Let's go, bring mother back to our residence."

"Really …" Can I go back? " Hearing that they could go back to their residence, Jiang Qing Ran's eyes were filled with surprise and joy. Her pitch-black eyes glowed, making Mu Zhihuan's heart soften.

"Yes!"

Seeing that she nodded her head to confirm, the little blob couldn't help but cheer out on the spot!