The disfigured prince's time-traveling concubine

"Liyue, why hasn't the prince arrived yet? Go and invite him again." The queen looked at the chief maid behind her unhappily.

"Yes, Madam, I will..."

"The Ninth Prince has arrived!" A sharp announcement sounded, and all the young ladies in the garden turned pale. Feng Muyan walked into the garden and glanced around coldly. He knew the Queen's intention in his heart. His already cold face was frost-stained again, and he nodded coldly, "Your Majesty the Queen."

"Yan'er, come and sit next to your mother. You haven't been here for some time. Let your mother take a good look at you." The queen's cold expression finally eased a little. She spoke softly, and pointed at the mahogany chair beside her with her nail-covered fingers.

The women below couldn't help but sigh in their hearts, the folk rumors were indeed true, the Queen Mother really loved the Ninth Prince to her core.

"Your Majesty, I'm afraid you are too forgetful. My mother died of illness eight years ago. How come there is another mother?" Feng Muyan folded his arms across his chest and spoke coldly, word by word.

The queen clenched the handles of the phoenix chair tightly with both hands, her face turned pale instantly, and tears flashed in her eyes, and they were about to burst out.

"Ninth Prince, how can you say that about the Queen? Do you know that the Queen..." Before Li Yue could finish her words, Feng Muyan suddenly appeared and grabbed her slender neck. Suddenly, breathing became a luxury. Everyone below couldn't help but hold their breath, fearing that even the slightest breath would anger the living devil beside the Phoenix Chair.

"I didn't know that a servant could speak in front of the master?" Although Feng Muyan had a smile on his face, he was pulling the left corner of his mouth. The twisted scar looked even more terrifying. Li Yue had already been shaking like a sieve and couldn't utter a word.

"Old Nine! You are too presumptuous! What right do you have to punish my maid?" The Queen slapped the armrest and shouted loudly, but she was also a little scared in her heart. It was unknown whether she could save Liyue.

“Then please, Queen, take good care of your maidservants. I am not in such a good mood every day.” After saying this, he threw Liyue aside.

Seeing her most capable maid lying on the ground trembling like a frightened bird, the queen said coldly, "Look at you, how can you be so rude? Get out of here!"

"Thank you, Ninth Prince, for not killing me. Thank you, Queen." Li Yue stumbled out of the yard. If you look closely, you can see water stains on her dress. She was so scared that she wet her pants.

"If the Queen has nothing else to do, I will take my leave first."

“Wait a minute, all those present today are famous talented and beautiful women in the capital. Yan'er, why don't you stay and compose poems with them.” Quickly concealing the emotions in her eyes, the queen stood up and straightened Feng Muyan's slightly messy collar.

Feng Muyan subconsciously waved away the Queen's hand, and took a few steps back with a cold face. "Your Majesty, you overestimate me. It's not easy for me, a warrior, to know a few words, let alone compose poems. Moreover, my father arranged a marriage for me yesterday. I won't bother you with this matter. Goodbye!"

Watching the figure walking away, the Queen's chest was filled with anger. The son of that bitch was indeed an ungrateful person. His conceited eyes looked just like that bitch Shui Mochen. She raised her wide sleeves and swept the fruit plate on the table to the ground. She opened her bright red lips slightly, "I hope you will forget what happened today once you leave the palace. Otherwise, don't blame me for being ruthless. Everyone, leave. I'm tired."