The disfigured prince's time-traveling concubine

"Li'er, are you feeling uncomfortable? Just bear with it a little longer and you will soon succeed." Feng Muyan lowered his head without him noticing.

Song Yunli quickly hugged his neck and shook her head gently. How could she be so lucky in her life? This was the husband she had been looking for. No matter what happened, he would stand in front of her and no matter what she became, he would hold her tightly and not let go.

"Li'er, we've reached the top. See if you can open this round lid."

Song Yunli reached out and patted the thin iron round cover, instantly shaking off a lot of dust. The two of them quickly turned their heads away.

After the dust had almost settled, he reached out and patted it a few times. Sure enough, a crack appeared on the edge. He then gathered all his strength in his palm and slapped it with all his might. With a clang, the round cover was knocked away.

Feng Muyan used all his strength to lift Song Yunli up, and only climbed out after she was safe.

"Amu, your hand..." Song Yunli wanted to reach out to touch it but pulled back.

The calloused palms were covered with bloody marks, two of which were still oozing blood, looking truly horrifying.

"It just looks scary but it doesn't hurt much, don't be afraid." As he said this, he wanted to touch the top of her head with his hand.

Song Yunli hurriedly grabbed his wrist, tore off two strips of brocade from his dress, and bandaged him carefully.

Feng Muyan lowered his head and looked at Song Yunli who was so serious, and the corners of his mouth raised greatly. He actually wanted to tell her that this minor injury was nothing compared to the injuries he had suffered on the battlefield.

But the words stopped abruptly as they came to his lips. This little girl was worried so much about this little injury. What if...

Feng Muyan looked up and saw nothing but grass and green trees. He understood immediately, "Li'er, this should be the dense forest leading to the suburbs. No wonder Gu Liuqing asked us to leave at night. There are many people passing by here during the day."

"Then he is quite amazing, to have dug such an exit in such a densely populated area."

"Li'er, if I hadn't appeared, would you fall in love with Gu Liuqing?" Feng Muyan asked softly. If he thought that Gu Liuqing loved Li'er with a purpose before, then this time he was really confused.

"Amu, there are not so many ifs in love. I met you at the right time. No matter whether you are the right person or not, I will throw myself into the fire. You can't escape." As soon as she finished speaking, she placed a warm kiss on the corner of his lips, full of love and dependence.

Song Yunli originally wanted to walk by herself, but Feng Muyan picked her up sideways in his arms despite her protests, saying it was dark and the road was uneven. Later, Song Yunli had no choice but to let him do it, and then fell asleep in his arms spinelessly.

Feng Muyan carried Song Yunli for a long distance and finally saw the Fuyuan Temple that the monk mentioned at dawn.

"Donor, it seems that you have thought it through. That's the best." The old monk seemed to have super hearing. As soon as Feng Muyan reached the temple gate with the person in his arms, he came out with Buddhist beads in his hand.

Song Yunli seemed to hear someone talking in a daze, but she didn't open her eyes. She lay listlessly in Feng Muyan's arms and continued to pretend to sleep.

Feng Muyan just nodded slightly at the old monk, then raised his head to observe the environment of Fuyuan Temple. He couldn't help but frowned after seeing it. This dilapidated temple must have been unvisited for hundreds of years. There were broken clay pots and broken incense burners everywhere.

"Master Wangdu, you don't want my wife to have a baby here, do you?"

"That's wrong. I just said I would wait for you here, but I didn't say we would stay here." The old monk smiled faintly and shook his head.

"Then where are we going?"

"Follow me and I will never harm you." The old monk clasped his hands in front of his chest.

"Is there a carriage? Li'er's belly is so big that it might be difficult for her to walk."