The disfigured prince's time-traveling concubine

On the other side, Song Yuntian returned to his room somewhat exhausted. He stared at the military book in his hand for a long time, but he didn't read a single word. He angrily threw the book on the table. He wanted to go out to drink with his friends, but he accidentally saw half of a little head sticking out of the window. He shouted with a smile: "Li'er, why don't you come in?"

Song Yunli walked in staggeringly with a large jar of wine in her arms. Seeing this, Song Yuntian hurriedly took it from her hands and said, "Great! Little girl, you actually lied to me and made me crave this delicious wine these past two days." After saying that, he opened the lid of the jar and fanned the mouth of the jar with his palm. Song Yuntian squinted his eyes in satisfaction.

"Brother, I heard everything you said at the door just now." Song Yunli climbed onto the bench and sat opposite Song Yuntian. Not surprisingly, she saw the other party's wide-open eyes and continued, "Li'er wants to know what happened back then. Brother, can you tell me?"

"Li'er, brother didn't say anything just now. Did you hear it wrong?" Song Yuntian lowered his head and took a big gulp of wine.

"I didn't hear you wrong. You all said that Li'er is not my parents' biological child. Li'er wants to know what happened back then!" Song Yunli's eyes quickly filled with tears. Even a slight breeze could blow the tears away from her eyes. She looked so aggrieved and pitiful.

Song Yuntian sighed, held Song Yunli in his arms, and then walked to the tree in the courtyard and sat on the ground. "Then Li'er, you have to promise big brother not to tell mother about this."

"Li'er will!" Song Yunli nodded like a chick pecking at rice. Her curiosity was finally satisfied.

"It's a long story. It all started more than nine years ago..."

Nine and a half years ago, "Dad, Mom has been in there for six hours. Is she okay?" The thirteen-year-old Song Yuntian asked Song Lin beside him anxiously. If he had not heard it with his own ears, he could never imagine that his mother, who was usually dignified and polite, would be in so much pain that she would scream without caring about her image.

Song Lin was also extremely anxious, but in order to comfort his young son, he patted Song Yuntian on the shoulder and said, "Tian'er, your mother was like this when she gave birth to you, so you must be filial to her at all times. She used her life to exchange for the opportunity for you to be born into this world."

"Tian'er knows. Tian'er will be good to mother for the rest of her life." The young Song Yuntian's eyes were full of determination.

Soon, the door of the delivery room was slowly pushed open, and Fu Ma came out with a swaddled baby in her arms, her eyes red. The father and son outside the door felt their hearts skip a beat, and Song Lin asked with a trembling voice, "How is Madam?"

"Madam just fainted from exhaustion, but the little master was born stillborn, wuwu..." Fu Ma finally couldn't hold back her tears.

Song Lin took the swaddling clothes from Fu Ma's arms. Inside was a lifeless baby boy. The child's wrinkled face had already turned blue, and it was thought that he had died before he was out of his mother's womb. Song Lin lowered his head and touched the child's bloody cheek. Even the brave general who had fought on the battlefield for many years shed tears of pain.

"Dad, can I hold my brother?" Song Yuntian asked with red eyes. He had been fighting with his father in the military camp since he was a child and had also been to the battlefield. He had seen a lot of life and death, but when it came to his own family, the pain in his heart was even more deep.

Song Lin placed the baby in Song Yuntian's arms, and then said, "Tian'er, let's go and find a place to bury him in the Broken Soul Mountain."

"Dad, doesn't the Song family have a clan tomb?" Song Yuntian blinked, with tears hanging on his thick eyelashes.