The disfigured prince's time-traveling concubine

"Madam, if Li'er is not our biological daughter, would you be willing to send her away?" Song Lin's expression was unclear in the darkness, but his voice was faint and he seemed extremely tired.

Madam Song reached out and touched Song Lin's forehead, then touched her own forehead, and made sure there was nothing unusual before she said dissatisfiedly: "You old man, you can't give up your daughter just because Li'er made a small mistake. I won't agree!"

"Madam, I mean if." Song Lin felt very bitter.

"She crawled out of my belly. I was by her side from the time she was born until she started calling me mother. She and I have always been so in tune with each other. How could there be those nonsense ifs?" Mrs. Song said with some anger.

"Madam, you dote on her too much. Treating her like this..."

"She is my treasure in my old age. What's wrong with me doting on her? Have I violated Nanyue's laws by doting on her?" It would have been better if Song Lin didn't say anything. Mrs. Song had been worried and frightened all day, and now she was feeling scared. She had stepped on the tiger's tail.

"Okay, okay, let's all pamper her and go to sleep." Song Lin didn't dare to mention it again, and he felt depressed until dawn.

At noon on the second day, Qing Mo shook Xiao Mu beside him and asked happily, "Xiao, are you awake?"

Xiao Mu, with dark circles under his eyes, turned his head with his eyes wide open and said with gritted teeth: "Wake up!"

Qing Mo passed Xiao Mu, jumped off the bed, and rummaged through the boxes to find clothes. In the end, Xiao Mu had already finished washing up, but she hadn't chosen yet. Xiao Mu held her down and said, "Mo'er, you look great in this outfit. Li'er will definitely like you."

"Really?" Qingmo lowered his head and turned around.

"Of course, Li'er is my daughter, and she must have the same taste as me." Xiao Mu said, touching his chin, then pulled Qing Mo to sit in front of the dressing table and carefully tied up her soft hair.

The general's family was eating breakfast around the dining table. Song Yuntian was peeling eggs for Song Yunli as if to apologize. The housekeeper came over and said, "Master, the couple from the Xiao Mansion next door want to see you outside."

"Bang!" Song Yuntian angrily knocked the dishes and chopsticks on the table, stood up and went to the door to drive people away. He couldn't let that woman see his father, otherwise the family would no longer be peaceful, so he would be the bad guy.

"Tian'er, sit down!" Song Lin shouted loudly.

"Dad, don't you know that they actually..." Seeing the puzzled looks of Madam Song and Song Yunli, the words on the tip of his tongue became, "They just moved here, and we don't know their background, so it's inappropriate to interact with them casually."

"Dad, don't listen to my brother's nonsense, they are not bad people!" Song Yunli raised her head angrily, with two grains of rice hanging around her lips.

"Father has already met the couple yesterday. Tian'er, don't worry. Butler, please go and invite them in." Song Lin gave Song Yuntian a wry smile, and the latter sat back in his original seat with a thump.

Xiao Mu and his wife came together. Although there were so many people in the room, Qing Mo only saw Song Yunli with two buns. Her emotions, which had been adjusted, got out of control again. Her lips kept trembling as she murmured, "Li'er, my dear Li'er."

Xiao Mu put a little more force on Qing Mo's shoulders and said in a voice that both of them could hear: "Mo'er, don't forget what you promised me at home."

Qingmo tried hard to hold back her tears and forced a faint smile.

"Brother Song, sister-in-law, my husband and I are sorry to bother you. Please don't despise our small gift." Xiao Mu stepped forward to greet them and handed the gift box in his hand to the housekeeper standing beside him.

"No way, please take a seat." Song Lin said politely.

"Master! Li'er is here!" Song Yunli was naturally very happy. Judging from her master's expression, he wanted to make their master-disciple relationship public. That way, she wouldn't have to crawl through a dog hole anymore.

Qingmo's fake smile was completely shattered by Song Yunli's words. He walked quickly to Song Yunli and hugged her tightly in his arms, "Li'er... Li'er..."