The disfigured prince's time-traveling concubine

Blood dripped onto the light green silk skirt. Song Yunli had to cover her mouth with both hands, but her hands were too fleshy and too small, and the blood still slipped through her fingers onto Feng Muyan's crescent-white robe.

"Brother, I'm sorry." Song Yunli, forgetting the situation, reached out to wipe the blood stain on Feng Muyan's robe, but she didn't expect that the more she wiped, the more stains there were. Then she put her hands behind her back as if she had done something wrong, and looked at him with apology in her eyes.

Feng Muyan shook his head slightly, took a few steps and arrived at the inner hall, and put Song Yunli on the soft couch by the window, "Sit here and wait for me, don't run around."

After a moment, Feng Muyan came back carrying a medicine box in one hand, followed by Hanmei holding a basin of water.

"Put the basin beside the couch and leave."

"Yes, I'll take my leave." Before turning around, Hanmei took a deep look at the girl with blood in her mouth. She had a premonition that this girl would have a close connection with Yilan Palace in the future. People knew that the prince was a master at using fistulas, but few people knew that his medical skills were also quite amazing. However, apart from the late queen, the only person who could be treated by the prince himself was the one in front of her.

Feng Muyan wet the handkerchief and carefully wiped the blood off Song Yunli's face. He then opened the medicine box and began to give her medicine to disinfect and stop the bleeding. The whole process was surprisingly quiet. The little girl just tightly grasped his collar with both hands and stared at him with her big eyes like a young deer.

"Okay, be careful when you walk next time." After saying that, he began to pack the medicine box.

"Thank you, brother." Song Yunli was a little uncomfortable with the sudden loss of a front tooth, and her speech was somewhat lisp, which really looked a little funny.

Feng Muyan raised his lips, picked up the ball on the ground and put it in Song Yunli's arms, saying, "It will be yours in the future, but it's still young now, let Feng Bai go over and take care of it for a while."

Song Yunli rubbed Tuantuan's little head with her face, feeling extremely happy. She took off the silver bracelet and stuffed it into Feng Muyan's hand. "Brother, don't be polite to me. Just accept this pair of bracelets."

Just as she was about to say something, Han Mei came hurriedly from the doorway, "Master, Concubine Yun is here to see you. I have arranged for her to drink tea in the outer hall."

"Got it. Send someone to serve you well. Go away." Feng Muyan waved his hand, and Hanmei retreated respectfully.

"Brother, Li'er should go back. My sister has come to look for me." Song Yunli could imagine how ugly her sister's face was.

After hearing what Song Yunli said, Feng Muyan knew that his previous guess was correct, but he was still a little surprised. The little girl was old enough to be Concubine Yun's daughter, but he didn't expect that she was her younger sister.

In the outer hall, "Madam, the prince will be here later." Hanmei picked up the teapot and filled it with tea for Song Yunshi. Song Yunshi just nodded slightly, but her eyes were always looking at the direction of the hall door, her hands tightly holding the brocade handkerchief in her hands. Li'er was getting bolder and bolder. I'll see if she won't be spanked this time.

But when that little figure appeared in her sight, all her previous thoughts were overturned, and she instinctively stepped forward and hugged Song Yunli tightly in her arms.

"Empress Yun." Although Feng Muyan only nodded slightly, Song Yunshi was still stunned. Everyone knew that the Ninth Prince was cold and arrogant. Not to mention in front of the emperor and his concubine, even in front of the emperor, the etiquette depended on his mood.

"Your Highness the Ninth Prince is polite."