The disfigured prince's time-traveling concubine

Seeing that the couple's expressions suddenly became complicated, Mu Ziyan hurriedly said softly: "Don't panic, you two, your identities are probably only known by Ziyan, and there is no danger."

Xiao Mu looked at Qing Mo beside him solemnly, and saw surprise in the other's eyes, so he asked sternly: "Tell me, what are our identities?"

"The stories of Mu Zhixiao, the former high priest of Dongchu, and Qing Mo, the number one zither player of Dongchu, are well-known in Dongchu. I wonder if what I said is wrong?" As soon as she finished speaking, a sword was placed across her neck.

"Xiao, what are you doing? If you have anything to say, just say it nicely!" Qing Mo hurriedly stepped forward and held Xiao Mu's hand, fearing that the sharp sword would cut Mu Ziyan's slender neck.

Xiao Mu slowly put down the sword in his hand and stared at Mu Ziyan with complicated eyes, but his heart was in a mess. How did his and Mo'er's identities get leaked? What went wrong?

Mu Ziyan's nose felt a little sour, and her eyes turned red uncontrollably. She raised her head slightly to wait for the tears to pass, but she accidentally saw the mandarin duck placed by the window. She stood up and walked towards the window, slowly sitting in front of the mandarin duck, and Mu Ziyan felt as if she was in another world.

Xiao Mu was about to step forward to stop him, but Qing Mo beside him grabbed his arm. Qing Mo had a gentle smile on his face and shook his head gently. Xiao Mu looked at Qing Mo with confusion in his eyes. Mo Er protected this zither like a treasure and never allowed strangers to touch it, but today he allowed this kid to touch the zither.

Qing Mo looked at Mu Ziyan eagerly, her mind constantly piecing together what had happened from yesterday to today. Why did she always feel that some scenes were familiar? Would she find the answer after the child finished playing a song?

Mu Ziyan slowly closed his eyes and gently placed his hands on the strings. The scene of when he first started learning the piano kept emerging in his mind. His hands moved as his slender fingers plucked the strings, and a distant southern tune slowly flowed into his heart.

Although Xiao Mu is not an expert in music, he has learned a lot from Qing Mo after being with him for so many years. He couldn't help but marvel at the formidable young people.

It was different for Qingmo beside him. She had already burst into tears without realizing it, and her mind and eyes were filled with the man sitting by the window plucking the strings of the piano.

After the song ended, Xiao Mu slowly woke up from the mood created by the piano music. He turned around to ask Qing Mo how he felt, but saw his wife's tear-stained face. He put his arm around her shoulders and asked distressedly, "Mo'er, what's wrong with you?"

Qingmo took Xiao Mu's hand away, walked towards the window with slightly raised lotus steps, then stood in front of Mu Ziyan, slowly raised his hands and held her face in his palms, and the tears in his eyes fell to the ground like raindrops.

Seeing his wife touching another man's face, even though the man was old enough to be his son, Xiao Mu still felt a little jealous.

"You are my Li'er, right?" Qingmo asked softly with a smile in tears.

"If you say so, it is so, Master's wife!" After saying that, Mu Ziyan hugged Qing Mo tightly in his arms, resting his chin on her neck. The tears that he had been holding back for so long finally flowed uncontrollably.

No longer caring about her image and reservedness, Qing Mo nestled in Mu Ziyan's arms and cried loudly like a child. The sound was not actually pleasant, but Mu Ziyan felt that it was like the sound of nature and was very tempting.

"Li'er... do you know how scared your mother is... Your mother is afraid that she won't be able to find you... She won't be able to close her eyes even when she dies." Qingmo cried indistinctly, clutching Mu Ziyan's collar tightly with both hands, afraid that he would disappear if she let go.

"My child is back!" Mu Ziyan cried silently, patting Qingmo's back gently with her fair hands, fearing that she would be choked by her tears.

"Woo... Li'er, you are not allowed to leave your mother again." Qing Mo asked Mu Ziyan for a promise like a child asking for candy, asking for the chance to make up for her daughter.

"Why would I leave? I'm afraid of making you angry. You might think I'm making a fuss!" Mu Ziyan said while choking.

"Don't be angry, don't be angry! Mother will never be angry with Li'er in her life!" Qing Mo shook her head violently, and her snot and tears all rubbed onto Mu Ziyan's clothes on her chest, which was really horrible to look at.