The disfigured prince's time-traveling concubine

"Are there any new flavors of wine?" Hua Xiaoan jumped up, but didn't want to hear a tearing sound. He turned his head stiffly and looked behind him. The familiar piece of cloth left on the rocking chair, where else could it be if not from his pants.

Hua Xiaoan pointed at Mu Ziyan with trembling hands and gnashed his teeth, accusing her, "Mu Ziyan...you...you...you are going too far!...My pants."

Mu Ziyan raised the corners of his mouth slightly and said coldly: "Xiao An, if you don't leave at night and wait until dawn, I guess the brothers in the winery will have nosebleeds for three days when they see your sexy outfit. Haha, let me laugh for a while."

Although Hua Xiaoan usually has no shame and is not afraid of being laughed at, it is different in front of the person he likes. His image of being suave and handsome cannot be ruined no matter what.

Looking at the quickly disappearing figure, Mu Ziyan's eyes, which originally could not show any emotion, gradually became warm, and sleepiness gradually came over him.

The next morning, Mu Ziyan put on his court robes with a displeased look on his face, and cursed the emperor in his heart. The position of the High Priest of Dongchu has always been held by the Mu family, and the High Priest does not need to go to court every day like other civil and military officials. He only needs to attend various sacrificial ceremonies or go to the palace regularly to report to the emperor. But since he took over this position, how come everything has changed! Emperor, you ask me to enter the palace every few days. Don't you feel embarrassed if you don't increase my salary?

"Young Master, since you are entering the palace today, the Emperor will definitely increase your salary!" Chu Xin, the little girl who was combing Mu Ziyan's hair behind him, said with a smile.

"Really?" Mu Ziyan raised his eyebrows slightly.

"Really!" Even though he knew his master's secret, even though he had been facing this face for eight years, Chu Xin couldn't help but blush. Who knew how many good boys and girls had been harmed by his master's appearance.

In the palace of the Eastern Chu Kingdom, "Mr. Mu, you don't seem to be in a very good mood!" Emperor Chu Yuhuan tapped the armrest of the dragon throne with his index finger, looking at Mu Ziyan below the hall with a smile on his face, but he was constantly calculating in his mind.

"Your Majesty, I have a premonition today!" Mu Ziyan nodded slightly while holding the tablet.

"Oh? Tell us about Mu Qing's family." Chu Yuhuan said curiously.

"Your Majesty, today I feel that you will increase my salary!" Mu Ziyan looked at Chu Yuhuan with certainty.

The ministers looked at Mu Ziyan, who had a calm face, with twitching lips, cursing in their hearts. This kid from the Mu family was really shameless. Every time he went to court, he was not active in anything except asking for salary. They, the old ministers, had devoted their entire lives to the East Chu State, but their salary was probably not even half of his.

The smile on Chu Yuhuan's lips froze, and the index finger that was tapping the armrest froze in mid-air. Then he coughed lightly and said, "Mr. Mu, if you can safely send the princess to Nanyue this time and successfully complete a few tasks, I can consider doubling your salary."

The ministers were already vomiting blood in their hearts. Your Majesty! This Mu family kid's arrogant temper must have been spoiled by you! Can you consider the feelings of these old ministers?

"Three times!" Mu Ziyan slowly raised his right hand and made a three gesture.

"Deal!" Chu Yuhuan clapped his hands and agreed readily, then said happily: "If there is nothing else, leave the court. Mu Qingjia, please stay. I have something important to tell you."

"Long live the emperor. We, the subjects, take our leave."

After the court was dismissed, Mu Ziyan followed Chu Yuhuan to the imperial garden and found a secluded and quiet pavilion. The two sat opposite each other, and the palace maids poured tea and left.

"Your Majesty, are you ready to embark on your grand mission?" Mu Ziyan said calmly while playing with the teacup in his hand.

Chu Yuhuan was stunned for a moment, then chuckled and said, "As expected, nothing can be hidden from Zi Yan. That's right, this expedition that has been planned for ten years, it's time to start."

"Your Majesty, Yuhuan, have you really thought it through? Can you bear the consequences? Once the war starts, there will be no room for regret. The only way to stop is to fight to the death. In the end, it will be the common people who suffer." Mu Ziyan rarely restrained his arrogance and unruly attitude, and a hint of worry appeared between his brows.