The disfigured prince's time-traveling concubine

When Qing Mo mentioned the word beggar, Song Lin's head buzzed and he lost the ability to think. After he reacted, he leaned over to help Qing Mo up, but Xiao Mu beside him also knelt down and said, "So Brother Song is the benefactor who saved Mo Er back then. Please accept my husband and I's greetings."

"Please get up quickly."

After the couple stood up, Qing Mo's eyes were red, and he looked like he wanted to say something but hesitated. Xiao Mu felt very uncomfortable, so he didn't care about his face and asked, "Brother Song, I want to ask, is my child still in your house?"

Song Lin's body swayed and he could hardly stand. He regretted deeply that he should never have stepped into this house. Now he was afraid that he could no longer hide it.

"Benefactor?" Qing Mo was also anxious. She didn't know how long her frail body could last. She really hoped that she could find her child in her lifetime and love her with all her strength, otherwise she would not be able to rest in peace even after her death.

Song Lin nodded slightly and said tiredly: "She is very smart and cute."

Qing Mo excitedly grabbed Xiao Mu's hands. The tears in her eyes could no longer be controlled. Big tears fell on Xiao Mu's hands. She choked and said, "Xiao, did you hear that? My daughter is still alive and well. She is very smart and cute."

"Look how happy you are. Your husband heard it." Xiao Mu held Qing Mo in his arms and comforted him like he was coaxing a child, but he looked at Song Lin with a complicated look. It is of course a good thing that the child is alive and well, but looking at Brother Song's expression, it may not be easy to get the child back.

"Brother Song, can my wife and I visit your house and meet her?" After Xiao Mu finished speaking, Qing Mo looked at Song Lin with anticipation.

"To be honest with you, you have already seen the child. It was Li'er. But she ran away from home in anger this morning and has not been found yet." Song Lin seemed to have aged several years in an instant, and there was unspeakable fatigue in his words.

"Li'er, it's Li'er." Qing Mo murmured stupidly. Li'er was actually her child. She was so cute.

Although Xiao Mu was also very excited, he was more rational than Qing Mo. He immediately grasped the key point of Song Lin's words. His daughter actually ran away from home. He calmly pressed Qing Mo's shoulder and said, "Mo'er, don't cry first. Our first task is to find the child. She is only nine years old. It will be very dangerous for her to be alone outside."

"Yes, benefactor, my husband and I will go with you to look for it." Qing Mo wiped away her tears with the back of her hand and nodded. The three of them discussed the route to look for it and left the Xiao Mansion together.

In the corner of the street, looking at the three people's departing backs, the man with the silver mask curled up the corner of his mouth with a slight sneer. What a good show!

In the evening, Xiao Mu and his wife followed Song Lin back to the general's mansion. Mrs. Song came over and asked anxiously, "Master, still no clues?" Song Lin sighed and shook his head. Seeing Song Lin like this, Mrs. Song felt even more uncomfortable. She accidentally glanced at the two people beside Song Lin and asked in confusion, "Master, who are these two?"

"We are..." Qingmo was speaking.

"They are our neighbors, helping us look for Li'er." Song Lin interrupted hurriedly and gave Xiao Mu and his wife a look that urged them to slow down.

Mrs. Song thanked them quickly and led the two into the front hall. At three o'clock in the evening, the housekeeper came hurriedly and said, "Master, Madam, the Ninth Prince is here to visit."