The disfigured prince's time-traveling concubine

Yan Mu stood up, covering his wound, stepped out of the box, walked to the table and sat down, poured himself a cup of tea, and then drank it slowly.

Mu Ziyan stood by the window with his arms folded, smiling, and looked at Yan Mu. When he first saw him, he thought he was a desperate criminal, but now seeing his posture and demeanor of drinking tea, he looked a bit like a nobleman, so he raised his eyebrows and asked, "Yan Mu, does this tea suit your taste?"

"The flower tea brewed with the best mountain spring water is indeed fragrant, but the petals were picked a little too early, so it is a bit bitter." Yan Mu said with a slight frown, then filled another cup of tea for himself.

Mu Ziyan's black eyes flashed, and he knew in his heart that his guess was correct. This person was undoubtedly the son of a Nanyue official!

"What do I need to do to hang out with you?" Yan Mu asked in a low voice after recovering some strength.

"There is nothing you need to do at this stage. Just follow me every day and protect my safety. You can hit whoever I tell you to hit." Mu Ziyan looked at him with burning eyes.

Yan Mu's fists were clenched until they turned white. In fact, the person he wanted to hit most was the chattering sissy in front of him. Just as he was about to run away, his eyes went dark and a robe hit him on the head.

"Change your clothes, or people will see you covered in blood and cause trouble for me."

"Get out!" Yan Mu said gritting her teeth. If this boy didn't have a pair of eyes very similar to hers, she would have torn him into pieces in the wilderness.

Mu Ziyan smiled faintly, and flashed in front of Yan Mu, reaching out to pinch his neck, but Yan Mu only clamped his wrist with two fingers. Yan Mu leaned back with his elbow, and Mu Ziyan pounced on Yan Mu. Yan Mu frowned in disgust and stretched out his palm to block, but he didn't expect to touch not the hard chest, but...

Mu Ziyan lowered his head in a daze.

Yan Muteng withdrew his hand and turned his gaze somewhat dully to the palm of his hand, which seemed to still have residual warmth. Suddenly he thought of something and looked up at Mu Ziyan's neck.

"How dare you look at me!" Mu Ziyan slapped him, but he didn't expect the accident to happen again! Then a terrifying roar came from the study, "Yan Mu! I'm going to kill you! I'm going to make sure you don't have any offspring!"

The magpies on the branches outside the house were startled and scattered, and the servants who were sweeping the floor also dropped their brooms in shock. Did their Master Zi Yan castrate himself? Why did this sound seem a little strange!

"Mu Hai, where did the sound just now come from?" Mu Chen, who was placing a white chess piece in the front yard, suddenly asked while stroking his beard and looking at the butler with some displeasure.

"Master, the sound seems to come from Young Master Zi Yan's study!" Mu Hai said after swallowing his saliva.

With a snap, the chess piece in Mu Chen's hand fell, disrupting the entire chess game. His originally unhappy look gradually became complicated. He snorted and walked quickly to the backyard with his hands behind his back, having already cursed Mu Ziyan a hundred times in his heart.

In the study room in the backyard, Yan Muwu was tied up and thrown on the couch with one of his eyes blackened. He glanced at Mu Ziyan from time to time with a helpless look. He couldn't help but sigh in his heart that his wife was still the best, gentle, lovely and considerate. He didn't know what she looked like now, but she must not be like the female Rakshasa in front of him, otherwise he would suffer for the rest of his life.

"Haven't you seen enough?" Mu Ziyan sat on the window frame, tossed the apple in his hand up and down, then took a bite as if to vent his anger.

Yan Mu ignored Mu Ziyan and closed his eyes. The pair of lively black eyes kept appearing in his mind. A bitter smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. Apart from her, there was probably no one else who dared to say the word "like" to him. He had offended another woman today and let that woman retaliate without fighting back. If she knew about it, she would probably be furious and ignore him for a long time.

"Yan Mu, don't act like you're at the mercy of others. This young master has no interest in you." He threw the half apple in his hand out of the window, but he didn't expect to be met with a roar, "Little bastard, you dare to hit me!"