The disfigured prince's time-traveling concubine

"You can too. I won't stop you, but the prerequisite is that there is a beautiful woman willing to kneel down for you." After saying that, he pulled the cloak beside him and put it on Song Yunli, then looked at Chu Yuhuan provocatively.

It's so frustrating for him to be the emperor!

Looking at Chu Yuhuan's back as he rode away on his horse, Song Yunli sighed lightly. In fact, he should also be an emperor with great ambitions. If there was no Amu between them, she would be willing to help him realize his long-cherished wish.

As night fell, the army arrived at the border of East Chu State. Feng Muyan and Song Yunli climbed up the city wall without taking a moment's rest.

Looking around, Song Yunli almost vomited out everything she had eaten before, and her eyes were instantly filled with mist. Has she arrived at the Shura Field?

The pungent smell of blood lingered at her nose, and Song Yunli almost fell down while holding on to the city wall.

Outside the city gate, hundreds of soldiers were cleaning up the battlefield. Broken limbs and skulls could be seen everywhere. The originally yellow-brown land had long been dyed red mud by blood. The limbs of some soldiers who were not completely dead were still twitching.

Song Yunli covered her mouth tightly to prevent herself from making any sound. Although she also knew that a general's success is achieved through the sacrifice of his bones, when she saw this scene with her own eyes, the shock in her heart was much more direct than reading the poem.

"Li'er, I'll send someone to take you back." Feng Muyan held her in his arms lovingly, and kept stroking the top of her head with his bony hands. Such scenes were the most normal in war, and there were even more cruel ones than this.

"Amu, do we have to fight?" Song Yunli murmured.

"Wherever there are people, there will be conflicts. War is the most direct way for countries to compete with each other, and it is also the best way. It has existed since ancient times." Feng Muyan shook his head gently. Which emperor doesn't want his country to be stronger? As long as this continent is not unified, there will be many wars like this.

When he lowered his head to look at the person in his arms, she had already fainted, with faint traces of tears in the corners of her eyes.

"Feng Muyan, why don't you take her back to the tent quickly? The smell of blood here is too strong, and she definitely can't stand it while she's pregnant." Chu Yuhuan, who came over later, said unhappily.

"Then you take care of this side. I'll settle her down first." After he finished speaking, he nodded at Chu Yuhuan, leaned over, picked up Song Yunli horizontally, and walked down the city wall quickly.

In the Dongchu camp, Feng Muyan stayed by Song Yunli's bedside, constantly wiping the sweat from her forehead. He couldn't help but blame himself for being soft-hearted. If he had sent someone to tie her up and send her back halfway, this wouldn't have happened.

In the dream, Song Yunli kept running on a battlefield full of corpses. However, no matter how fast she ran, the sound of horse hooves behind her did not disappear. Suddenly, she stumbled and was tripped by a corpse. Just as she was about to be trampled by the horse's hooves, a familiar voice suddenly came...

"Li'er, wake up quickly, you are just having a nightmare!" Feng Muyan kept shaking her shoulders.

Song Yunli sat up suddenly, and when she looked up, she met Feng Muyan's worried eyes, in which her shadow was reflected.

"Amu, it's a good thing you rescued me, otherwise I would have been trampled to death by the horse in my dream." Song Yunli covered her lower abdomen with some fear. If one day she really found herself in such a scene, how would she be able to save herself and escape.

"Li'er, how about I send someone to take you back? After all, this kind of environment is not good for children."