The disfigured prince's time-traveling concubine

Song Yunli dragged Song Yuntian to all the stalls, but they got the same result. All the lanterns were sold out. Even though they offered a high price, no one dared to sell to them. Finally, the brother and sister had no choice but to go home. Time passed quickly, and in the blink of an eye, it was Song Yunli's wedding day.

Early in the morning, Song Yunli was pulled out of bed by Madam Song and Qing Mo, and then stripped naked and put into the hot bath water. After the bath, Qing Mo took a date-colored thin silk quilt to wrap Song Yunli, carried her to the embroidered bed and wiped her hair.

"Sister Qing, look at her little appearance. She seems to want to sleep but can't. She is so adorable." Mrs. Song walked to the embroidered bed with the wedding dress in her arms. She saw Song Yunli leaning in Qing Mo's arms like a silkworm cocoon. Her little face, which had just come out of the bath, was rosy. Her big eyes, which were usually mischievous, were half open, and her long eyelashes were trembling. She was really cute.

Qing Mo's lips curved slightly, the warmth in his eyes seemed to melt the ice, and he smiled and said, "It's hard for her, it's only the fourth watch."

"A-choo! A-choo!" Song Yunli perked up and said with a frown, "Mother, can you please not wear such a thick dress?"

"No, this wedding dress was made by your master and my mother stitching it needle and thread for half a month. Every pattern on it is outlined with gold thread. Even the eyes of the mandarin ducks are made of black pearls from the abyss. Such treasures are priceless in an embroidery workshop." Mrs. Song said as she observed Song Yunli's eyes. She felt a little funny in her heart. She gave birth to a little money-grubber.

"Hurry up and put it on Li'er!" Song Yunli lowered her head and counted the number of black pearls on the wedding dress. Her heart was filled with joy. Wasn't she going to become a rich woman?

Qing Mo couldn't help but stroke his forehead, squatted down and looked at Song Yunli in the eye, and said: "Li'er, if you like these, Master has two boxes of black pearls in his house, all of which can be given to you as a dowry, okay?"

"Ahem..." So rich!

"Look at what's wrong with you. You can choke yourself even if you sit here." Madam Song patted Song Yunli's back with concern. An hour later, Madam Song stood in front of Song Yunli, who was dressed neatly, holding a red veil in her hand and with red eyes. She leaned over and kissed her fair cheek and told her, "When you get to Prince Mu's mansion, you must listen to the prince's words. The weather is getting colder. Don't kick off the quilt, understand?"

"Mother, Li'er knows." Song Yunli threw herself into Madam Song's arms with tears in her eyes. Having such a loving family in this life, it was worth it to do anything they asked her to do.

"Li'er, don't cry and your makeup will be ruined. Mother will go out and ask your eldest brother to come in and carry you." After wiping the tears from the corners of her eyes, Mrs. Song turned and left.

Song Yunli reached out and tugged at Qingmo's sleeves. Qingmo lowered his head and said softly, "What's wrong, Li'er? Is your headdress too heavy?"

"Master's mother." Song Yunli looked at Qingmo with bright eyes full of innocence. Please forgive me that I can only call you like this once.

"Oh..." Qingmo couldn't hold back the tears in his eyes and flowed down.

Qingmo was about to say something else when Song Yuntian, dressed in a blue shirt, followed Mrs. Song in.

"Li'er, you look so beautiful today. Big brother will carry you out." Song Yuntian squatted in front of Song Yunli, pinched her chubby cheeks, and then signaled to Mrs. Song to cover her with a red veil.

Lying on Song Yuntian's back, Song Yunli put her chin on his shoulder and murmured, "Brother, I have hidden a few jars of good wine for you in Dad's weapon room. Don't be reluctant to drink the one I gave you a few days ago."

"Brother knows." Song Yuntian said softly, feeling extremely bitter. If he had the strength to compete with Feng Muyan, everything would be different. After carrying Song Yunli to the gate, Song Yuntian was stunned. Since ancient times, when the royal family got married, they would only send eight people to carry the bridal sedan chair to welcome the bride instead of visiting the bride in person. But now, the resolute man riding a red horse beside the bridal sedan chair, who else could it be but Feng Muyan.

"I wonder what the prince means by this?" Song Lin was also a little surprised.

Feng Muyan stepped off the horse and walked to Song Yuntian's side without saying a word. While everyone was holding their breath, he held Song Yunli in his arms and said, "Li'er, do you want to ride in a sedan chair or on a horse?"