The disfigured prince's time-traveling concubine

"Oh? What's your name?" The emperor fiddled with the tea leaves twice and blew on the tea lightly.

"I haven't had the chance to ask her full name yet. This is her portrait. Please take it to Queen Concubine Yun to see."

"Puff!" The emperor spat out a mouthful of tea and pointed at the portrait with shaking fingers, his eyes full of shock. If his eyes were not damaged, the person in the painting was clearly a girl of eight or nine years old. Old Nine's taste was a bit too strong and he would not let such a young girl go.

Feng Muyan did not give the emperor a chance to attack, and bowed and said, "Then I'll trouble you, father. I still have some military affairs to deal with, so I'll take my leave first."

Seeing the bedroom door closed, the emperor couldn't help rubbing his brows, then waved his hand and said, "Go to Ziyun Palace." In his life, he only had a son like the Ninth Brother who he could show off, and he was worried about him a lot.

In Ziyun Palace, Song Yunshi was sitting by the lake trimming flowers when suddenly a pair of bright yellow boots embroidered with dragons and gold thread appeared in front of her. Looking throughout the palace, there was only one person who could wear the boots.

"Your Majesty, your humble concubine pays respect to His Majesty." Her slender figure was as graceful as a willow swaying in the wind as she bowed, and her movements were very endearing.

"You are pregnant. In the future, if there are no outsiders present, you don't have to kneel down and kowtow." The emperor reached out and helped Song Yunshi to the stone bench.

"Thank you, Your Majesty." She picked up the teacup and presented it.

"Yun'er, I have a portrait to show you." Then he handed her the scroll in his hand.

Song Yunshi slowly unfolded the scroll. When she saw the person in the painting clearly, her heart sank little by little. How could the emperor have a portrait of his younger sister in his hand?

"Yun'er, is this girl from your palace?" Seeing her staring at the portrait in a daze, the emperor thought she was not familiar with the person in the painting. Could it be that Lao Jiu had made a mistake?

Song Yunshi hurriedly stood up and knelt before the emperor, bowing her head, "Yun'er begs the emperor to forgive her."

"Yun'er, what crime have you committed?"

"Your Majesty, the girl in this painting is Yun'er's biological sister. Because Yun'er missed her very much, she asked her mother to send her into the palace to accompany me. This matter did not have time to obtain Your Majesty's approval, and I secretly allowed someone to stay in the palace, which is a serious crime." In just a few words, the whole thing was explained without a single leak.

The emperor stroked his beard in surprise, his eyes first showing surprise and then bursting with joy, which made Song Yunshi feel very uneasy.

"Your Majesty, how come you have my younger sister's portrait?" Could it be that this girl went out and got into trouble?

"Haha, it's nothing serious. I'm just asking." After he finished speaking, he took back the portrait scroll and handed it to the eunuch behind him.

After the emperor left, Song Yunshi hurried to the South Courtyard and woke up Song Yunli who was taking a nap. "Sister, let Li'er sleep for a while, just a little while." The chubby little hands rubbed his eyes, and his two short and fat legs kicked in dissatisfaction.

"What a pity for the crystal cake sent by the imperial kitchen." Mo Zhu said loudly in cooperation with his master.

As soon as he finished speaking, his eyes, which were originally tightly closed, suddenly opened and he sat obediently in front of Song Yunli.

"Li'er, tell your sister, have you offended anyone these days?" The voice, which was usually as gentle as water, was a little harsh, and there was more blame in the eyes.

"Li'er has never offended anyone, you have to believe me, sister." She raised three chubby little fingers to swear, looking very serious and cute.

"Master, have you heard any rumors? Miss Yunli is very well-behaved." Mo Zhu couldn't bear to see Song Yunli being wronged. She was completely bribed in just a few days.

"Li'er, have you ever met anyone?" The emperor would not come to her with a portrait for no reason.

Song Yunli blinked her innocent big eyes and thought about what she had done in the past few days. Inadvertently, a pair of brown eyes appeared in her mind. Should she tell this person to her sister?