The disfigured prince's time-traveling concubine

"Of course, please sit down!" Song Yuntian said with a smile.

"My name is Mu Ziyan. May I ask your name, brother?"

"My name is Song Yuntian. I am already thirty years old. I must be much older than you. May I call you Brother Mu?" Song Yuntian said in a clear voice.

"Brother Song, please go ahead. If you don't mind, you can just call me Ziyan." Mu Ziyan was quite casual.

"Sir, these are the signature dishes and wine you ordered, please enjoy them slowly!" The waiter skillfully arranged the dishes and wine and then went to greet the guests at other tables with great energy.

A faint aroma of wine wafted out from the wine jug, as if emitting a long-lasting flavor. Song Yuntian didn't care about Mu Ziyan beside him, and just raised his head and took a big gulp of the wine.

Mu Ziyan was slightly surprised, then chuckled and said, "Brother Song is a generous and unconcerned person. He is a true gentleman. Ziyan will toast Brother Song with tea instead of wine." But at this time, Song Yuntian didn't hear a word Mu Ziyan said. He was shocked by the familiar taste of the wine.

"Waiter, come here!" Song Yuntian excitedly shouted at the waiter not far away.

"Sir, are the dishes in our restaurant not to your taste?" the waiter asked timidly. He just saw that this young man looked elegant and respectful, and he should not be the kind of person who is difficult to get along with. Could it be that he had misjudged him?

"I want to know who brews the wine here?" Song Yuntian asked anxiously.

The waiter heaved a sigh of relief, knowing that he had not caused any trouble, and patiently said, "Young Master, you have just arrived in the capital, so you must not have tasted this wine. This wine is brewed by the First Winery, and only one hundred jars are available each month. All the major restaurants and inns will rush to grab it on the day of the release, because this wine really sells well."

"Zi Yan, I'm leaving now! If we are destined to meet again, we will definitely meet again!" He threw a silver ingot to the waiter and said, "If this brother wants to order anything, I will serve the best food and wine. I will pay for it."

Mu Ziyan stared at Song Yuntian's back thoughtfully, tapping the table with his bent index finger from time to time. After a long time, he turned to the waiter and said, "Find out why he went to the First Winery."

"Yes! Master!"

In the hall of the Mu family in the west of the city, an old man with a white beard and white beard had his eyes wide open like copper bells. He pounded the tea table with both fists, then pointed at the pile of jade in front of him with trembling hands and cursed bitterly: "Mu Ziyan, you little bastard! When you come back, I will break your legs!"

"Hey, Mu... Master Mu, look... at this silver?" The owner of the jade shop asked timidly, feeling very bitter. He had been standing here for an entire afternoon, and the old master had been scolding him for an entire afternoon. It really was not easy for him to be strong even in old age!

"Take it!" Mu Chen gritted his teeth, took out fifty thousand taels of silver from the brocade box and handed it over with heartache.

"Okay. Master Mu, please calm down. I'm leaving now." The shopkeeper pocketed the banknotes and disappeared into the night.

Arriving at Mu Ziyan's study, Mu Chen looked at the piles of jade with a headache. What kind of jade was this little bastard looking for? He had already carved hundreds of jade pendants, but none of them caught his eye. Just as he was about to step forward to help sort them out, he was suddenly interrupted by a voice.

"Master, I finally found you. Someone from the palace has come to deliver an order. Please go to the hall and take a look."

Soon, the two walked to the front hall together. Because Mu Chen was the head of the Mu family, his status was noble and special, so the former emperor of Dongchu once said, "Mu Qing does not need to kneel down to see the emperor."

Then the young eunuch simply stated the emperor's intention and handed the imperial edict to Mu Chen.

After the eunuch left, Mu Chen slammed the imperial edict on the tea table, "What the hell is this marriage granting? What does it have to do with my Mu family? They actually let Zi Yan go to send the bride off! Do you really think this high priest is just for odd jobs?"

"A-choo! A-choo!" Mu Ziyan sneezed twice on the way back. Did the old man scold him again?