The disfigured prince's time-traveling concubine

"Okay, Yuntian understands." Without asking too many questions, Song Yuntian knew that his elder sister had lived in this big dye vat for many years, and her worries were not wrong, but how could a little kid like Li'er offend the Ninth Prince. Song Yunshi was worried that the little girl would be unhappy if she left while awake, so she waited until she fell asleep and let Song Yuntian carry her to the carriage. Seeing the heavy palace gate closed, Song Yunshi's heart became lonely again, and she was alone again from then on.

In Yilan Palace, "Master!" Ying Ren knelt down and presented the handkerchief to Feng Muyan. "Hanmei, take it and wash it a few more times." He did not take the handkerchief, but just looked at it with disdain. It seemed that he had to teach the little girl some rules.

"As you command." Then she left.

He reached out and stroked the blood jade around his waist, a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. Is that little girl born in the year of the tiger? She is General Song's old daughter, so she should be a little over nine years old. It is true that a tiger father will have a dog daughter.

"Master, Miss Yunli has been taken out of the palace." After hesitating for a long time, Shadow Blade still told the truth. His face, which was originally wearing a faint smile, suddenly turned cold, his narrow and long phoenix eyes narrowed, and he stroked the blood jade with his hand, not knowing what he was thinking. Shadow Blade on the ground did not dare to breathe, for fear of adding fuel to the fire and completely igniting his master.

"Go down!" Feng Muyan waved his hand, and it was impossible to tell whether he was happy or angry.

In the spacious and comfortable carriage, Song Yuntian was fanning Song Yunli with a folding fan in one hand and looking at a painting carefully in the other. When he saw the two words "Zi Yan" at the signature, he couldn't help but frown. These things fell out of the package that his sister prepared for Li'er. They must be Li'er's things. No wonder his sister was so worried. Did this little girl steal the Ninth Prince's painting?

Tuantuan in the corner was making trouble for Feng Bai in an annoying way. Feng Bai was so angry that he slapped Tuantuan away with his claw. Tuantuan rolled onto Song Yunli's arm due to the force, and then started to make trouble for Song Yunli, finally waking her up.

"Brother, where are we?" Song Yunli opened her confused eyes, which were still misty from just waking up. Song Yuntian had been in the army for many years, and was surrounded by some eight-foot-tall strong men. He had never seen such a soft and cute girl before. His heart was almost melted by her cuteness, and he stretched out his hands to rub her chubby face.

"We are on our way home." Finally, having shown enough love, Song Yuntian let go of her hand, took out a small bag of chestnuts from his bag and handed it to her.

"Aren't we staying in the palace to accompany our sister?" She tilted her head and ate chestnuts, not forgetting to ask Song Yuntian with her big eyes, her butterfly-like eyelashes trembling gently.

"Brother is a man and cannot stay overnight in the palace, but brother misses Li'er very much, so he selfishly took you out of the palace." Song Yuntian looked at Song Yunli with a little apology. Song Yunli nodded sensibly, but she was a little worried in her heart. Can her sister deal with those cruel concubines alone in the palace, and can she protect the fetus in her belly. While she was thinking, the carriage suddenly stopped. Song Yunli fell upside down under the inertia. Fortunately, Song Yuntian grabbed her feet in time, otherwise she would have been thrown out of the carriage. Feng Bai, who was lying in the corner, also hurriedly protected the wolf cub in his arms.

Song Yuntian lifted the curtain of the carriage with a slight anger and asked in a deep voice, "What happened?"

"Major General, the road ahead is narrow, and there is a carriage parked there, blocking the way." The coachman said with some embarrassment. With his many years of experience in driving, he thought he could get through, but the carriage was only an inch away from him. He had no choice but to pull the reins suddenly.

Song Yuntian nodded and jumped off the carriage. He walked a few steps to the front of the carriage and said to the man who looked like the driver, "Brother, could you please move the carriage back a few steps to a wider place so that my carriage can pass through?"