The disfigured prince's time-traveling concubine

However, Song Yunli was still immersed in her own world. She was not sure what happened to her savings, her house, and who owned her company.

Feng Muyan, "..."

"Bring her here." With an unhappy wave of his hand, the green shadow on the tree appeared beside Song Yunli. Just as Qingying was about to bend over and pick up Song Yunli, he was hit on the wrist by a brush and cramped. After reacting, he immediately knelt on one knee, "Master!"

Feng Muyan glanced at Qingying with a cold look in his eyes, then picked up Song Yunli and turned to walk out of the flowers. Qingying's eyes widened. Is his prince jealous? He wanted to go back and share this important discovery with his brothers in the Shadow Guard.

"What were you thinking about just now? You didn't respond when I called you?" A deep voice sounded in Song Yunli's ears, finally pulling her back from the confusion of her past and present life.

Song Yunli was racking her brains to think of a good answer, when her eyes suddenly caught sight of the painting on the table. She was stunned, turned around, clasped her hands together, and said, "Brother, can I give this painting to Li'er?"

"What do you want it for?" Mo's eyebrows raised slightly.

"It looks good!" She nodded heavily, fearing that Feng Muyan would not believe her. "Brother, I can exchange something!" Song Yunli took out a piece of blood jade in the shape of a little tiger from her bosom, hesitated for a long time, and then ruthlessly stuffed it into Feng Muyan's hand, and then looked at him sincerely.

Holding the blood jade in his hand, Feng Muyan's eyes became deep. The little girl in his arms seemed to be of noble status. Blood jade of this color might not be bought even with silver. Moreover, the maid called her Miss Yunli, so she must be a relative of Concubine Yun's family.

"If you don't like it, you can exchange it for this!" He took off the two silver bracelets reluctantly as if cutting flesh.

Feng Muyan couldn't help laughing. Does he look like a money-loving person? "Forget it. I'll give it to you."

Song Yunli stood on the wooden stool, carefully rolled up the painting, then turned around and stared at the blood jade in Feng Muyan's hand. He was such a big prince and such a rich man, he shouldn't want it.

Finally, under Song Yunli's sad gaze, Feng Muyan hung the blood jade around his waist, then curled his lips and said, "It's very suitable. The king likes it very much."

Song Yunli felt resentful. As a prince of a country, is it really okay to take things belonging to a child?

Feng Muyan curled the corners of his mouth in a good mood, turned around and strode towards the inner hall. Song Yunli didn't care about continuing to complain, and caught up with him after a few jogs, then stretched out a small fleshy hand and grabbed the corner of his clothes.

Feeling that the person behind him was having a hard time keeping up, Feng Muyan slowed down his pace and let the little hand pull at the corner of his clothes. She was actually a little girl with a good foundation. It was rare for her to be able to follow his pace and walk so far at this age.

Along the way, Song Yunli had already complained a lot in her heart. The Ninth Prince was indeed a powerful man. He had been walking for almost an incense stick of time and was still wandering in the corridor. One could imagine how big this palace was, not to mention the exotic flowers and plants and precious wall carvings all around, any one of which would be worth a fortune.

Perhaps he was thinking too deeply, he stumbled and fell to the ground. The small front tooth, which was not very strong to begin with, was now lying alone on the floor of the corridor.

Feng Muyan's heart tightened slightly, and he leaned over to pick up Song Yunli, "Is it okay?"

Song Yunli's face was almost wrinkled into a bun. She stretched out her little hand and wiped her mouth randomly, then shook her head and said, "Don't worry, brother. Li'er is fine."

"Bear with it." Even though she was in great pain, she was still spitting blood and saying it was okay. Feng Muyan felt that this little girl was quite to his liking. Perhaps it would be interesting to take her in as his apprentice and teach her carefully by his side.