The disfigured prince's time-traveling concubine

“Tian'er, children who died young are not allowed to be buried in the clan mausoleum. One reason is that we are afraid of hindering his reincarnation, and the other is that we are afraid of aggravating the resentment in the clan mausoleum. So let’s go to the Soul-Breaking Mountain to find a good place to bury him.” Song Lin seemed to have aged several years in an instant. He didn’t even dare to imagine what the situation would be like when his wife woke up. Now he could only take it one step at a time.

It took the father and son less than an incense stick of time to reach the Soul-Breaking Mountain. The Soul-Breaking Mountain is more like a hill than a mountain, but most people are willing to bury their deceased here. From a distance, the graves look like small hills, so it got this name.

As the yellow earth was thrown over and over again to bury the small swaddling clothes, Song Lin's hands holding the earth were shaking. The greatest pain in life is to see a loved one die before him. He never thought that one day this would happen to him, Song Lin.

The father and son rode their horses in silence all the way. When they reached a dense bamboo forest, Song Yuntian suddenly turned around and said, "Father, there seems to be the sound of fighting in the distance. Should we go and take a look?" Song Lin nodded slightly, and the two of them followed the sound.

When he reached the place where the fight was taking place, he saw the two men in black about to pierce the woman's back with their sharp swords. Song Lin jumped off his horse and attacked the men in black. He defeated the two men in just a few moves, then walked to the beggar-like woman and whispered, "Are you okay?"

The woman finally came to her senses from her panic and knelt down in front of Song Lin. "Thank you for saving my life, please accept my greeting."

"Please get up quickly. It's just a piece of cake." Song Lin leaned over and helped Qing Mo up. Only then did he see clearly that there was a baby not much bigger than a palm in her arms. There was blood on the baby's face. It must have been born not long ago. The little face was already blue from the cold.

Song Lin felt compassion and took out a hundred taels of silver from his pocket and handed it to Qing Mo, saying softly, "Take your child away from here quickly. These silver notes should be enough for you to use for a while. I'm afraid the child can't stand the bumps anymore. You have to be careful."

Qingmo thought for a moment, rejected the banknote, took out a piece of excellent blood jade from her bosom and stuffed it into the child's swaddling clothes, raised her head and said in a hoarse voice: "My benefactor, the child's birth date is the twelfth month and the ninth day of the twelfth month of the Renxu year. I, Qingmo, would like to express my gratitude here."

Before Song Lin could react to what the woman intended, she stuffed the child into his arms, snatched the reins from Song Yuntian, rode away and said, "Please treat her well, benefactor. In the next life, I will repay you with a favor." At the end, she turned around and took a deep look at the stunned Song Lin and Song Yuntian.

"Dad, do you want me to chase her?" Song Yuntian looked at the woman's back as she walked away, and couldn't help but worry. Would she really not fall off the horse when she looked so fragile?

"No need!" Song Lin looked at the baby in his arms with some pity. If he was not mistaken, the baby was probably dead. There was no movement of the little chest under the swaddling clothes. "I'm afraid the child is gone. We have to go back and bury him again."

Song Yuntian led his father's horse and followed Song Lin all the way, but his eyes were always fixed on the baby in Song Lin's arms. When they reached a fork in the road, Song Yuntian suddenly shouted in surprise: "Dad, I just saw the child frown."