The disfigured prince's time-traveling concubine

"You can just call me Li'er."

"I dare not, but etiquette cannot be abolished!"

"Forget it, you go down and have a rest first. You will probably have to accompany me out of the house tomorrow." Song Yunli did not force him. How could a little girl like her overturn the ancient feudal ethics? So she let him be.

After three rounds of drinks, Feng Muyan almost laughed out loud when he opened the door, but he still knocked on the door three times rationally. The grass leaves around him moved slightly, and the secret guards all left and stood half a mile away. After closing the door, Feng Muyan leaned against the door, stood with his arms around his chest, and looked at the little girl on the bright red bed. The veil on her head had been taken off, and the exquisitely embroidered wedding dress made her face look very beautiful, but the only thing that didn't match her was the thick stack of banknotes in her arms.

"Silver is really so good that I can't bear to let it go even when I go to sleep." Feng Muyan chuckled and reached out to take the silver bills in her arms, but unexpectedly, not only did he fail, he woke her up instead.

"Brother Mu, Li'er is not asleep, she just took a nap. You sit here." Song Yunli sat up suddenly, stretched out her little hand to pat the seat beside her, and "thoughtfully" gathered the lotus seeds and peanuts on it to her side.

Feng Muyan sat beside her and wiped the crumbs of pastry from the corner of her mouth. He thought she must be starving, but she was much fuller than him. "I'll ask Hanmei to help you bathe and go to bed. I live in the main house opposite you. If you need anything, you can ask Hanmei to find you."

"Brother Mu, oh no, Prince, aren't we having our wedding night?"

"Li'er, you are still young..." Feng Muyan was interrupted by Song Yunli before he could finish his words.

"Let me help you take off your wedding dress." After saying that, he reached out and untied Feng Muyan's complicated wedding dress, sweating profusely from exhaustion.

"How can this king do this?"

"Forget it, you won't even take advantage of me. Don't say Li'er didn't give you a chance in the future." Song Yunli rolled to the corner with the banknote, curled up like a shrimp, closed his eyes, and soon a faint snoring sound was heard.

Feng Muyan sighed, pulled the quilt over her, turned around and pushed the door open, doubts rising in his heart. Is his princess really only nine years old? When he left, he missed the fox-like smile on his princess' face.

Song Yunli shook the banknotes in her arms and laughed triumphantly. This Ninth Prince might not be as scary as the legend said. Just as she was about to call Hanmei to prepare the bath, she suddenly remembered something very important. She immediately put on her embroidered shoes and ran to the bedroom opposite. She pushed open the door and said, "Brother Mu, Li'er has something to talk to you about!"

Qilan, the maidservant beside Feng Muyan, was stunned. She retreated behind Feng Muyan helplessly with her robe in her hand, waiting for Feng Muyan's anger. She couldn't help but worry about the little princess in the gorgeous red dress in front of her.

"Qilan, you go out first." Feng Muyan turned around and sat on the couch in his inner clothes.

Qilan nodded and took small steps back, but unexpectedly, Song Yunli grabbed her sleeve and said, "Princess, what can I do for you?"

Song Yunli snatched Feng Muyan's wedding dress from Qilan's hands, stared at her with big watery eyes and asked warily: "Qilan, are you Brother Mu's concubine?"

Qilan was so frightened that she fell to her knees and said anxiously, "I am just a maidservant beside the prince. I just happened to help the prince change his clothes and take a bath. I have not done anything else that violates the rules. Please be at ease, princess."