The disfigured prince's time-traveling concubine

"Ride a horse!" Song Yunli shouted crisply, making Song Lin so angry that he almost died.

"Your Highness, this is against etiquette. It is absolutely not allowed. How can you ride a horse in the street on your wedding day?" Song Lin bowed and said anxiously.

Feng Muyan glanced coldly across the long street, and the noisy crowd instantly quieted down. Those who were originally watching the excitement all lowered their heads, and no one dared to look at him. "This secular etiquette has become mute in front of this king, what can you do?"

He jumped on the horse and hugged the person in his arms tightly. He kicked the horse's belly and disappeared in front of everyone in a moment. Then, whispers came from the crowd. "Do you think this little bride can survive tonight?"

"I'm looking at Xuanhu. Look at the Ninth Prince's attitude just now. He didn't take the Song family seriously, did he?"

"If you want to die, I don't mind giving you a ride." Song Yuntian clenched his fists so hard that they made a loud noise, scaring the people around him away.

"Where are you going, Tian'er?" Mrs. Song grabbed Song Yuntian's arm, fearing that he would do something rash.

"Mom, I'm worried about Li'er, I think..."

"Can you follow her for the rest of her life? Since some things are already destined by God, it's better to let go and let her learn to grow. You must believe that Li'er is a blessed person and God will bless her." Song Lin reached out and patted Song Yuntian's shoulder, then turned around and went back home dejectedly.

On the other side, Song Yunli nestled in Feng Muyan's arms obediently, lifted her veil and secretly glanced at him a few times, her heart moved slightly, and her eyes could not move away. Today, Feng Muyan was wearing a wedding dress made of fine Shu brocade. His hair, which was usually tied casually, was tied behind his head with a red headband today. He looked gentle and elegant without any hostility.

"Hold on tight, be careful not to fall." Feng Muyan chuckled. Along the way, the two chatted about this and that, and the atmosphere was very harmonious. Unexpectedly, when they were about to reach Prince Mu's Mansion, Song Yunli fell asleep in Feng Muyan's arms, and snored softly from time to time.

The Prince Mu's Mansion was bustling with red silk everywhere. The guests in the wedding hall all looked towards the door. They had paid a lot of money to watch this wedding ceremony! Someone shouted "Look!" Suddenly there was a strange silence, and then everyone dropped their jaws. Who could tell them what the little ball in the arms of the cold and arrogant Ninth Prince was!

"Master, the guests are almost here, you can come anytime." Han Mei stepped forward and tried to take Song Yunli from Feng Muyan's arms, but he dodged her and asked in an unhappy tone, "Is my father here?"

"My Lord, the Emperor has been waiting in the main seat for a long time." Han Mei stepped aside and stood with her hands hanging down. Feng Muyan nodded slightly and strode towards the wedding hall.

"Your servants greet you..." Several ministers at the door were about to greet them when Feng Muyan waved his hand to stop them. Not surprisingly, the little person in his arms turned to the other side and continued to sleep.

"Father!" Feng Muyan nodded slightly to the emperor to show respect, then lowered his head and said softly: "Li'er, it's time to worship in the hall, wake up quickly."

"Hoo, hoo..." Everyone wiped their sweat, and then saw the Ninth Prince bowed his head and called twice. Feng Muyan saw that the person in his arms did not respond at all, so he had to stretch his claws under the veil, twisted the child's face with a little force, and then bowed his head to watch.

Song Yunli slapped the prince's paw away and asked sleepily, "How much silver did you collect for the ticket?"