The disfigured prince's time-traveling concubine

Unexpectedly, the two men closest to her did not support her. Song Yunshi was so anxious that she stood there and stamped her feet. If she didn't go there with her own eyes, would her Jiujiu be scared? No, she had to go and discuss it with Li'er. She still had Li'er!

Looking at Song Yuntian's receding back, Feng Yixuan frowned thoughtfully. What did he overlook just now? Why did he suddenly find that something was wrong with Yuntian? What went wrong?

"Wuqing, please allow me to go. Jiujiu will be hurt if he can't see me..."

"Yun'er, you have to believe in our son. He is not as weak and harmless as he seems. He just leaves all his innocence and cuteness to his family. Anyone who really angers him will probably suffer badly." After he finished speaking, Feng Yixuan reached out and covered Song Yunshi's mouth. If he let her continue talking like this, she might come up with some wild thoughts.

"Um... um..." Song Yunshi could only stare and glare at Feng Yixuan, and then she was forcibly carried back by him.

In the study of Prince Mu's mansion, Feng Muyan opened the secret compartment behind the bookshelf, took out a notebook and a letter, turned around and walked to the room where Yan'er was imprisoned, and shook the things in his hand in front of him.

"If you want these things, tell me your name first." Feng Muyan sat on the rattan chair and looked at the person on the ground indifferently. It was really hard to imagine that such a humorous old man would have such a gloomy and rigid grandson.

Yan'er stared at the thing in Feng Muyan's hand, her eyes full of painful struggle. If he was not tied up now, she would have rushed over long ago. Finally, she whispered hoarsely, "My name is Su Qing, Su Mu is my grandfather. Now can you tell me whether he is alive or dead?"

Feng Muyan stood up and walked to him. He tapped a few acupuncture points on his body with his fingers to seal his internal energy. Then he loosened the rope that bound him and handed him the things in his hand. "The old man died of old age and did not suffer any pain before his death. He wrote these many years ago, saying that if he found his favorite grandson one day, he could give these things to him."

"Dead?" Su Qing's lips trembled, and the tears in her eyes could no longer be held back and fell to the ground with a crackling sound.

Feng Muyan nodded expressionlessly and said in a cold voice, "Su Qing, you should finish reading these things first, and then we should settle our accounts."

"How do you know my grandfather?" Su Qing asked coldly with red eyes.

"When I was a child, I sneaked out of the palace to play. I accidentally rescued him from a dense forest and brought him back to the palace. At that time, he was seriously injured and could not walk, so I sent someone to hide him in the palace. Then he accepted me as his apprentice and taught me medical skills."

A mocking smile appeared on Su Qing's lips, and then he slowly lowered his head to look through the things in his hand. Things in the world are really strange. He didn't expect that the man he hated to the core was actually the disciple accepted by his grandfather in his later years. It was really ironic!

Looking at the letter in his hand, Su Qing's shoulders trembled more and more severely. Tears blurred his eyes again and then dripped onto the letter paper. He was so shocked that he immediately wiped the letter paper with his sleeve, fearing that the handwriting would be blurred by tears. That was the last thing his grandfather left him.

After a while, seeing Su Qing put the letter and notes into his arms, Feng Muyan glanced at him and asked, "Have you finished reading?"

"What do you want to do to me? Tell me now!" Su Qing's tone softened a little. Although he hated Feng Muyan because of her, Feng Muyan saved his grandfather, and he could not forget this favor. What's more, he handed his grandfather's notes and letters to him intact.

"Give the antidote to me." A cold voice sounded.

Without thinking, Su Qing took out a small porcelain bottle from his bosom and threw it to Feng Muyan, saying with a hint of sarcasm, "If the world knew that the once powerful War King was actually a homosexual, I wonder if there would be an uproar."