The disfigured prince's time-traveling concubine

Song Yunshi locked the door and left Feng Shijiu alone in the courtyard dancing with the wooden sword. Then she walked quickly to Feng Yixuan's study, opened the door, threw herself into his arms and sobbed.

Chu Yuhuan was stunned for a moment. She was smiling when she was having dinner just now, but how could she burst into tears in the blink of an eye? She hurriedly said to comfort him: "Yun'er, who made you angry? Is it Jiujiu? I'll spank him!"

"Yuntian seems to have come to the capital..." Song Yunshi repeated what had just happened while crying breathlessly. She wanted Feng Yixuan to help her with some advice. She would never be able to find Yuntian by herself, but if she missed this opportunity, she didn't know if she would be able to see him again in this life. She was unwilling to give up.

"Yun'er, calm down and don't cry. I think I already have a plan in mind. If Yun Tian really comes to the capital, I will help you find him in three days. But don't let Jiujiu go out in the next few days." Feng Yixuan said confidently.

"Okay!" Song Yunshi nodded with a smile.

On the other hand, Song Yuntian was having a great time strolling through the bustling streets of the capital. As the sun was setting, he remembered that he had forgotten to have dinner, so he led his horse to the nearest inn.

The waiter at the inn was very enthusiastic. He quickly sent someone to lead Song Yuntian's horse to the stable in the backyard, then led him into the inn, found a table by the window for him, and asked warmly, "It's obvious that this young man is not a local. I guess he is here to visit the capital. Then you have come to the right place. Our capital is..."

Song Yuntian smiled faintly as he listened to the waiter's long speech praising the capital city, but his eyes were looking through the window at the streets that were becoming increasingly lively in the dim light. He couldn't help feeling a little melancholy in his heart. This place must be even more prosperous than the original Nanyue Kyoto. He didn't know what the Nanyue Kyoto would be like after so many years. It might not be as good as before.

"Sir, you see I've been busy talking. You must be hungry. What would you like to order?" The waiter scratched his head embarrassedly.

"Serve us a few of your signature dishes and a pot of your best wine." He then placed a silver ingot on the table.

"Okay! Please wait a moment, sir!" The waiter happily ran to the kitchen with the silver.

Song Yuntian was not disturbed by the waiter's mumbling. He turned his head and looked out the window again. A white figure in the surging crowd attracted him. His eyes followed the figure, but he didn't expect that the man also entered the inn and finally sat down not far from him. It was not until the man sat down that Song Yuntian had the opportunity to look at him carefully. The man was tall, but his body was thin. He was wearing a loose white brocade robe. It was a little loose, but it added a sense of unrestrained and wanton. His black hair was like a waterfall and spread to his knees. If he hadn't seen his Adam's apple rolling when he raised his head to drink tea, Song Yuntian really didn't believe that such hair would grow on a man.

Perhaps Song Yuntian's gaze was too focused and eager, the man turned his head slowly and looked directly into his eyes. Song Yuntian was so surprised that he knocked over the teacup on the table. What kind of elegant man was this?

The man had a fair face and a pair of warm black almond-shaped eyes that seemed to be able to see through the sorrows and joys of the world, but the most eye-catching thing was the light blue teardrop-shaped pattern between his eyebrows, which made him look more like an immortal who could ascend to heaven at any time.

"Brother, have we met somewhere before?" the man spoke calmly, his voice indescribably pleasant, not as masculine and heroic as other men, but not feminine or unpleasant either. Just like him, gentle, elegant, and indifferent like water, making people feel like they are in the spring breeze.

Song Yuntian quickly stood up and clasped his fists, saying, "I'm sorry, I noticed that your attire is not like other people in the capital, so I'm sorry if I offended you."

"Hehe..." The man laughed lightly, his calm eyes showing no emotion. He then slowly stood up and walked to Song Yuntian's table, and asked politely, "May I sit at the same table with you, brother?"