The disfigured prince's time-traveling concubine

The entire text is fictional, please don’t take it seriously!

Nanyue Kingdom Purple Cloud Palace Hundred Flowers Garden

"Yunshi, the flower tea you have here is the best to my liking. It tastes sweet, and the floral fragrance is refreshing. I feel refreshed after drinking it." Emperor Feng Moyu said as he put down the empty white jade teacup in his hand.

"If His Majesty likes it, I will prepare a pot of tea every day to save you the trouble of waiting for a long time." Song Yunshi's lips were slightly raised, her dark eyebrows were slightly curved, and her watery almond eyes were bright and shining. Just as she was about to get up to pour tea, she saw the eunuch Xiao Linzi hurriedly coming from the archway.

"Your Majesty, the Empress sent someone to invite you, saying that she has important matters to discuss with Your Majesty." Xiao Linzi knelt down and reported carefully.

"Tell the person who comes that I will have lunch with Concubine Yun before going over." The emperor's ink-black brows wrinkled slightly. The queen's jealous temper was becoming more and more unbearable.

“Your Majesty, perhaps the Queen really has something important to discuss with you. You’d better go and see her. If she is delayed because of me, I will not be at peace.” Song Yunshi let go of her hands that were fiddling with the tea leaves and knelt down gracefully.

"Yunshi, get up quickly. Can't I go right away?" The emperor leaned over to help Song Yunshi up, staring at the beautiful woman in front of him who still looked like a young girl. Couldn't she be jealous of him for once?

"Your Majesty, your concubine respectfully sees you off." After watching the emperor leave, Song Yunshi sat down worriedly, touching her belly.

"Master, please go to the South Courtyard and take a look!" Mo Zhu said breathlessly.

"Why are you so flustered?" Song Yunshi asked lightly.

"It's Miss Yunli..." Mo Zhu's voice became smaller and smaller, and when he looked up again, there was no trace of Song Yunshi.

After pushing open the door to the South Courtyard, the scene inside made Song Yunshi feel at a loss whether to laugh or cry.

The small courtyard surrounded by green bamboos seemed like the only cool place in the hot summer. On the bluestone road in the courtyard, a little girl of eight or nine years old was entangled in a pile of clothes.

Song Yunshi chuckled, raised her lotus steps slightly, pulled the little person on the ground into her arms, tapped her nose and said, "Li'er, you naughty boy."

"Sister, do you think Li'er is beautiful?" After saying that, she swung her long sleeves twice.

"Puff!" Song Yunshi finally couldn't hold back her laughter and shook her body. Song Yunli buried her face in Song Yunshi's neck in shame and said sullenly, "Sister, Daddy said, don't bully the young! Humph!"

"Okay, okay, sister, stop laughing. You will be extremely beautiful in this dress ten years later, but now it's a little..." Song Yunshi dragged out the tone while thinking.

"As long as you like it, I made it for you to wear." Song Yunli said happily, clenching her chubby little fist.

"Did you make this?" Song Yunshi exclaimed in surprise. This chubby little fellow could thread a needle and sew a skirt?

"Who do you think will help you deal with those rags?" Song Yunli stretched out a fat finger and pointed at the large sunken wooden box in the corner of the room.

Song Yunshi looked in the direction of her finger and felt like jumping off a cliff. Why would she put this little ancestor in the South Courtyard?

Ziyun, who was behind Song Yunli, twitched his mouth. It seemed that Miss Yunli had only provided a sloppy sample drawing. Was this also asked of her?

"Sister, please try it!" A pair of chubby little hands grabbed Song Yunshi's arm and shook it, her obsidian eyes full of anticipation, as if saying, "If you don't try, I'll cry in front of you."

"Okay, I'll try it and show you right now." Song Yunshi responded with a helpless smile, then pulled Song Yunli to the soft couch and let her sit on it.

When Song Yunshi stood in front of the dressing bronze mirror, everyone in the room was stunned, including herself.

The person in the mirror was tall and slender, with long black hair simply tied into a flowing bun. She was wearing a bright red tight skirt that made her skin look white as snow.