The disfigured prince's time-traveling concubine

"This is because you had a difficult delivery yesterday, so the master went to Ningguo Temple overnight to ask for it to keep the madam and the young lady safe." Fu Ma said with a smile as she cleaned the blood around the baby's belly button.

Upon hearing this, Mrs. Song was delighted. Although she was not willing to marry this warrior at first, after more than 20 years, she no longer had any regrets.

"Wow, wow..." I don't want to be a child!

"Don't cry, Miss Second. Wait until Fu Ma helps you clean up, and you won't feel uncomfortable anymore." Fu Ma coaxed her with a smile.

When Song Yunli came back to her senses, she felt overwhelmed. Her umbilical cord was cut in the General's Mansion, so how could she be the master's daughter? The doubts in her mind grew like a snowball, tormenting her curious little heart.

"Haha, if you keep knocking, you'll probably knock yourself silly."

"Who!" Song Yunli turned her head and looked around, unexpectedly meeting a pair of smiling eyes.

"Silver-faced... hero?"

"That's a nice name. I allow you to call it that." The man wearing a silver mask sat down next to her, then put his hand on Song Yunli's shoulder and said, "What troubles did you encounter just now?"

Song Yunli disdainfully pulled his hand away, moved a short distance away, and said warily, "It seems like this is only the second time we've met. We're not that familiar with each other!"

"Men of the world are not fussy about trivial matters. Brothers are everywhere in the world. Meeting each other is fate." The man didn't care much and still spoke with a faint smile.

Song Yunli curled her lips, not agreeing in her heart. He was unwilling to even show his face to others, so how could he talk about brotherhood?

"Little guy, everyone in the martial arts world calls me Young Master Xiao An, what's your name?"

"Song Yunli." He threw down these three words helplessly and turned to run towards the general's mansion. A guard at the gate looked at Song Yunli who was running away with his mouth open, and then said to the brother beside him: "Have you seen the second young lady go out today?"

"No."

"Since she never went out, how could she come back?" The guard's heart was beating fast. It seemed that he had to keep his eyes open more in the future. This was not a small dereliction of duty. If something happened, how could he face the general?

"Sir, what are you looking at?" Lu He asked softly. The smile on Hua Xiaoan's face gradually faded, and he did not answer Lu He's question, but turned around and passed by him. Lu He clenched the round fan in her hand, took a deep breath and looked up at the sky. After a long time, the tears in her eyes disappeared, and then she raised a charming smile and turned around proudly.

In the general's mansion, Madam Song was embroidering a swaddling cloth for her unborn grandson, unable to hide her smile. The housekeeper came running over, "Madam, Young Master Qingying from the Ninth Prince's side wants to see the Master."

Mrs. Song put down her embroidery work absentmindedly and said softly, "Didn't you tell him that the master is not in the house?"

"The old servant said so, but Young Master Qingying said that it would be the same when meeting the Madam." Thinking of that face as cold as the Ninth Prince, the butler felt indescribably uncomfortable. His young lady, such a cheerful and wonderful person, had fallen into an icy cave.

"Then please ask him to come in." Mrs. Song put away her needlework, tidied her clothes, and sat down on the mahogany chair.

"Qingying greets the general's wife!" A slightly cold voice sounded, and the person who came simply clasped his hands together in a neither humble nor arrogant manner.

"Mr. Qingying, please take a seat. The butler will serve you tea." The butler served Qingying tea and left. Only Madam Song and Qingying were left in the huge hall. Madam Song asked, "I wonder why Mr. Qingying came here today?"

"To be honest, Madam, I'm here on the orders of the prince to pick up the Second Miss and take her to Prince Mu's Mansion for a chat. I hope that the Second Miss can get familiar with the place where she will live in the future before getting married so that she won't feel uncomfortable in the future. I hope the general's wife is willing to give her up." Qingying said calmly, and couldn't help but admire his own ability to fabricate stories. It was true that his master sent him to invite someone this time, but the words about being familiar with the place were all nonsense he made up.

Mrs. Song was very unhappy when she heard that Qingying was coming to pick someone up. Her daughter Li'er didn't have much time to stay in the mansion, and now they were taking up even that little time. It was simply too much. But after thinking about it, Qingying's words made sense, and it was good for Li'er to get familiar with the environment in advance. "Then, Mr. Qingying, can you wait for a moment? I'll go and pack some things for Li'er."

"Madam, please go ahead. Qingying will be waiting here."