The disfigured prince's time-traveling concubine

Song Yuntian turned his head to look at Xiao Mu, and asked in confusion: "Back in the East Chu Kingdom, I heard that the husband of the first zither player in the East Chu Kingdom was named Mu Zhixiao. I wonder why he has changed to you now?"

"Mr. Song is indeed a smart man." Xiao Mu said with a wry smile.

“It should be said that we are all smart people. Although I am not from Dongchu, I still know a thing or two about some things. If the Dongchu royal family and elders knew that Mu Zhixiao’s daughter is still alive, you know the consequences better than me. So the best relationship between you and her is master and disciple. I have nothing to say now. Goodbye.” After he finished speaking, he turned and left without caring about the couple’s reaction.

Song Yunli, who was standing behind the stone lion, bit her sleeve hard to prevent any sound from coming out. Her big, talking eyes stared at Qing Mo, but her heart was already in a mess. She was clearly in the delivery room of the Song Mansion when she woke up in this life, so how could she have become the master's daughter?

"Xiao, maybe Mr. Song is right." Qing Mo let go of Xiao Mu's hand in despair and walked towards Xiao's house weakly. Song Yunli sat on the ground in a daze for the whole morning. She racked her brains but couldn't figure it out. Her thoughts could not help but return to the time when she traveled through time.

Nine and a half years ago, "Madam, you finally woke up!" Fu Ma handed a handkerchief to Madam Song with a distressed look.

"How is the baby? Will it..." Madam Song covered her mouth with a handkerchief. The imperial doctors in the palace said that she was old and both she and the baby would be in danger. However, she insisted on giving birth to the child, and her life lasted for two days and one night.

"The child is very good, a very lovely daughter, look, Madam." Mother Fu smiled and put the baby in her arms next to Madam Song's pillow. Madam Song's heart melted into a pool of water. She lowered her head and gently kissed the baby's red and wrinkled face, murmuring, "My dear, you finally came into this world safely."

Song Yunli, who was wrapped in swaddling clothes, was very surprised. Wasn't she hit by a fast-moving car? How could she still hear, but couldn't open her eyes? She wanted to ask where this was, but what came out was the sound of a baby crying. She knew in her heart that she had traveled through time and space and became a baby.

"Don't cry, baby. Mother is here." Mrs. Song held the baby in her arms and rocked her, stroking her almost transparent eyebrows. Her daughter had learned to frown at such a young age, just like a little old man, so she said happily: "Mother Fu, when she frowns, she looks like a general!"

Fu Ma kept saying yes, her eyes almost turning into a line with smile. She had been with her wife for more than 20 years, watching her grow from a young girl to a mother of three children, and she was happy in her heart.

"General?" Song Yunli was no longer calm. It seemed like she had traveled through time to ancient times.

"Fu Ma, you must be overly happy like me. The child's umbilical cord hasn't been cleaned yet, so why is she wrapped up?" Mrs. Song thought the child was crying because she had wet her pants, but when she opened the swaddling clothes, she found that the child's umbilical cord had been cut but not tied up properly. No wonder she was crying.

Fu's mother was startled, and hurried forward to check, patting her forehead and said, "No, I am getting old and confused."

"And Fu Ma, what's the matter with this blood jade?" Mrs. Song asked as she touched the tiger-shaped blood jade that fell out of the cradle.