The disfigured prince's time-traveling concubine

"Oh? Tell me what's wrong."

When the brothel owner saw that there was a way, she leaned over with a smile on her face and whispered in his ear.

The county magistrate frowned and said, "Sister Hua, this is a serious matter. If you forge the household registration and submit it, if it is discovered by the higher-ups, you will be dismissed from office at the least or exiled to the army at the worst!"

"Look at what you are saying, sir. The country is in such turmoil now. Who can guarantee that even the emperor will change one day? At that time, who will check the household registration during the reign of the previous emperor?" After the brothel owner finished speaking, she stuffed a heavy gold bar into the hand of the county magistrate.

The county magistrate touched the gold bar in his hand and hesitated for a moment. Finally, he could not resist the greed in his heart. He put the gold bar into his arms and nodded helplessly, then began to think.

However, the two of them studied for a long time but still couldn't figure out what identity to give her. Finally, the county magistrate suddenly had an idea and turned to ask the brothel owner beside him, "Sister Hua, you fell into that brothel because of your family's involvement. Why don't you..."

"Sir, what do you mean?" The madam's eyes widened instantly.

"Sister Hua, if someone asks you, you will tell them that you have a niece who has been lost for many years, right?" said the county magistrate, stroking his beard with one hand and tapping the desk with the other.

"Good idea!" The brothel owner immediately placed Song Yunli's portrait on the table and signaled the county magistrate that he could register it.

But when the county magistrate's eyes fell on the painting, he felt his whole body softened, as if it would break if touched. Where on earth did Sister Hua find such a stunning beauty? It was really...

"My lord, is there anything wrong?"

"Sister Hua, let's not beat around the bush. How many times can I have this beauty in my life in the future?"

Knowing that the county magistrate was well-known for his lustful behavior in Lingqing City, the brothel owner couldn't refuse and nodded reluctantly.

Half an hour later, the brothel owner happily walked out of the county government office with the little maid, holding the registered supplementary book, and kept flipping through the supplementary book in her hand. On the book was a portrait of Song Yunli and four big characters "Dongfang Ziyan" were clearly written. Below the name were some forged birth dates and false experiences.

The brothel owner thought that she was in great shape and was expecting a lot of money to come to her, but she didn't know if the girl had figured it out now. When the brothel owner returned to Song Yunli's room, Xing'er was feeding her porridge.

"Miss Ziyan has a good appetite!"

Without even raising her eyes, Song Yunli reached out and tapped Xing'er's hand to signal her to continue feeding. In fact, she was deeply shocked. How could this old procuress know her former name? Even if many people had seen her offering sacrifices, they were all in the capital. No one here should have seen her.

The madam walked up to Song Yunli and showed her the copy of the book.

"Dongfang Ziyan, a member of a criminal clan, was demoted to a lowly rank, in the first month of the Bingxu year..."

The more Song Yunli looked at it, the deeper her frown deepened. It turned out that the madam had gone to forge the household registration. She really went to great lengths for her! In a rage, she reached out to grab the madam's neck, but before she could reach out halfway, she fell back onto the bed.

"This porridge..."

"Girl, after all, I, Sister Hua, have been in this business for more than 20 years. I have seen all kinds of girls, from ladies from wealthy families to beautiful girls from ordinary families. Even if it is a female knight in the martial arts world, she will be tamed in less than half a year in my hands." The brothel owner proudly shook the silk handkerchief in her hand.

Song Yunli tried to gather her inner strength, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't gather any. She felt a chill in her heart. Her inner strength was sealed! She raised her head suddenly and shot a cold look at the procuress.