The disfigured prince's time-traveling concubine

Song Yunshi's fists were so tight that their knuckles turned white, and she wanted to curse loudly, but her self-control and reason told her not to, so she turned around and left in a daze.

Watching the figure going farther and farther away, Fang Ming's eyes became sharp. Concubine Yun was a tolerant person. Her character and temperament were better than those of the Queen. The future would be difficult. He had to re-identify the direction of the wind.

In Yilan Palace, Feng Moyan was practicing swordplay in the courtyard in a dark suit. The sword flowers were flying in disorder and it was hard to tell whether they were real or fake. The sword energy was so strong that it made people's scalps numb. Hanmei stopped outside the courtyard and dared not to make any rash moves. Seeing him turn around and land to sheath his sword, Hanmei breathed a sigh of relief and walked forward to hand over a silk handkerchief, saying softly, "Master, the young general of the Song family has been waiting for you in the outer hall for a long time. Do you want to see him?"

Feng Muyan nodded in understanding.

In the outer hall of Yilan Palace, "Your humble servant greets the Ninth Prince." Song Yuntian saluted with a fist, but he couldn't help thinking in his heart that apart from his fate and age, the Ninth Prince was indeed a rare candidate for a son-in-law.

"Young General, please don't be so polite. I wonder why you came here today?"

"Your Majesty, I would like to ask you to cancel the engagement!" Song Yuntian suddenly knelt on one knee and said out loud the words he had practiced all night. Whether she lived or died, he would seek justice for his little sister.

Feng Muyan touched his chin with one hand for a long time without saying anything. The hall fell into a terrifying silence. "Young General is a good brother. I don't want to offend you." Feng Muyan suddenly spoke. Song Yuntian was overjoyed. He thought that this matter must be settled. The Ninth Prince was a reasonable person. Just as he was about to thank him, he heard Feng Muyan say: "I will give you a chance. If you can beat me in a sword fight, I will agree to any request you make. If you lose, please go back."

"Your Majesty, once a word is spoken, it cannot be taken back!" It would be worth it even if he died in this palace for the sake of his little sister.

General's Mansion, "Master, do you think Tian'er can convince the Ninth Prince?" Madam Song sighed, but her eyes did not leave Song Yunli who was sweating profusely while quarreling with Feng Bai in the garden. This girl was not a worry-free person.

Song Lin shook his head uncertainly. He had come up with this idea out of desperation, but now he thought about it, it seemed increasingly inappropriate. Since the Ninth Prince was willing to give his wolf to Li'er, it showed that Li'er was different to him.

The two chatted for a while, and then saw Song Yuntian coming in evasively. "Tian'er, why are you, a grown man, bending over to cover your face?" Song Lin frowned unhappily. A general should be upright and unyielding.

Song Yuntian had no choice but to straighten his body and put down the sleeves that covered his face. Not surprisingly, he received Mrs. Song's distressed cry, "Tian'er, who hurt you like this?"

"It's a long story, let me tell you in detail."

Song Yunli, who was combing Feng Bai's hair, also slowed down her movements and listened attentively.

After a stick of incense, both the Song couple sighed. It seemed that the matter was a foregone conclusion. All they could do now was to treat Li'er well. Their Li'er was so blessed that she would grow up safely even if she married.

Song Yunli couldn't bear it any longer, and threw herself into Song Yuntian's arms, gently stroking his bruised cheek with her small hand and said, "Brother, does your face still hurt?"

"These are all minor injuries. It doesn't hurt at all. Let's go. I'll take you to the market to play." After saying that, Song Yuntian carried Song Yunli on his back and ran out in circles, causing Song Yunli to exclaim in surprise. It was just like riding a fast carousel.

"Madam, you don't have to worry too much. Li'er still has our Song family behind her. Even if it costs me my life, I will protect her well as a husband." Holding his tearful wife in his arms, Song Lin kept persuading her.

The most prosperous restaurant in the capital, "Li'er, eat slowly, there are still two signature dishes that have not been served." Song Yuntian handed a glass of water to Song Yunli with a helpless look. He was really afraid that she would choke herself.

"Brother, you don't know that when you were not back, no one brought Li'er to Baiweiju." Song Yunli was holding a crispy drunken shrimp in both hands, and her chubby face was red from the spiciness.