The disfigured prince's time-traveling concubine

"Greetings, Her Majesty. I'll take my leave now." The ladies quickly retreated in small steps.

"Go and find out which family's daughter the emperor bestowed the gold to."

"I obey your command." The little eunuch lowered his head and ran out. After a while, he returned to the queen and leaned over to whisper.

In Ziyun Palace, Song Yunshi was half lying on the couch, laughing so hard that her body was shaking. In her hand, she was holding a crumpled piece of letter paper, which was covered with dog-like handwriting.

"Master, what did Miss Yunli write? Look how happy you are." Mo Zhu chuckled as he stood aside. Miss Yunli was really a pleasing person.

"They are just some strange and interesting stories she copied down." With a slight curve of her lips, Song Yunshi could imagine her little sister writing at the desk with ink all over her face. It was hard for her to write so much.

"The Queen is here!"

"Yunshi greets the Queen." She knelt down respectfully.

"No wonder the Emperor always likes to come to your place. These flowers are in full bloom. I wonder if Concubine Yun would be willing to give them up and let me pick some to take back?" The Queen was admiring the flowers in the garden.

"If the Queen likes it, just pick some and take it back." Song Yunshi's body swayed slightly, and her knees felt a little numb.

The queen smiled and nodded, motioning Liyue behind her to pick them.

Song Yunshi's heart was boiling with anger. That palace maid was not just picking flowers; she was clearly destroying her hard work, uprooting them one by one.

Seeing that the heat was high enough, the Queen waved her hand to stop Li Yue, walked lightly to Song Yunshi, extended her hand to support her and said, "Sister, please get up quickly. It will be bad if you hurt the baby in your belly. I brought you some excellent supplements. Take good care of your body."

"Yunshi thanks Her Majesty the Queen." Enduring the pain in her knee, Song Yunshi slowly stood up.

"Sister Yunfei, do you have a little sister at home?" The Queen asked, holding Song Yunshi's hand affectionately.

"Your Majesty, Yunshi has a nine-year-old younger sister at home." What is the queen up to? Why is she bringing Li'er into this again?

"That's great. We are going to be even closer. The Emperor has already betrothed your sister to my ninth son as his principal wife." The Queen patted Song Yunshi's hand happily.

Song Yunshi widened her eyes in disbelief, her whole body was shaking. What did the Queen just say? This joke was not funny at all. She must have heard it wrong. Just as she was about to ask a question, she felt a needle-like pain in her lower abdomen.

Seeing that her goal had been achieved, the Queen said in a good mood: "Sister, you should rest more. I still have to go back and buy some things for Old Nine."

After the queen left, Song Yunshi leaned against Mo Zhu and said weakly, "Go call the imperial physician."

"Doctor Xu, how is my queen?" Mo Zhu asked anxiously while wiping the sweat off Song Yun's forehead with a handkerchief.

"Miss Mozhu, Concubine Yun just had a miscarriage. I will write down the prescription right now. Boil three bowls of water into one bowl and drink it. You will be cured in two days."

Song Yunshi was relieved to know that the fetus was fine, but she thought of the queen's words and felt depressed. She wrote a letter despite her discomfort and sent it to the general's residence outside the palace. After receiving the reply half a day later, Song Yunshi's heart sank to the bottom. This matter was simply absurd. How could a nine-year-old girl be married? She lit the letter and threw it into the brazier, ordered Mo Zhu to wash her again, and then headed towards Longxing Palace.

"Your Majesty, Concubine Yun is requesting an audience outside the palace."

The emperor frowned slightly, put down the cinnabar pen and memorial in his hand, rubbed his brow and said: "Go and tell her, if it's about the marriage, then you don't have to see me. I have made up my mind and will never change it."

"The slave obeys the order!"

When the emperor was the only one left in the palace, he took out the letter with his birth date again, and the words of Master Zhiqing from Ningguo Temple kept echoing in his mind, "This woman's birth date is invaluable. Not to mention whether she can control the Ninth Prince's birth date, she can even control a person with the Seven Evils Fate. Moreover, her birth date is not only good for her husband, but also good for those who are close to her, and even the country."

Yun'er, don't blame me.

Outside the palace, "Empress Yun, the emperor said that if you came here to grant a marriage, then please go back. The emperor has made up his mind." Fang Ming bowed.