The disfigured prince's time-traveling concubine

It was not until her eldest brother mentioned it a few days ago that she noticed the signature on the painting. The two words "Zi Yan" were actually his nickname. God knows that since then, her admiration for Feng Muyan has been uncontrollable. The books he sent to her before she got married all had the words "Zi Yan" in their signatures, proving that those books were all written by him.

"You little girl, how do you know the existence of these people?" Feng Muyan's hand holding the silver bill turned pale. Those brothers lost so much for the Nanyue Kingdom. How many people can remember them now?

"Brother Mu, Li'er can vaguely see from the book you wrote that you are extremely dissatisfied with the court's system of providing pensions to disabled soldiers. The root of this dissatisfaction is probably very simple. The system can provide them with too little help." Song Yunli had also followed Song Yuntian to the Song family army barracks, where she saw a special team consisting of more than 300 soldiers with disabled limbs. Her veteran Song used money from his own pocket to provide pensions to them.

Feng Muyan's eyes became deep, and he put his hand on Song Yunli's shoulder and asked, "Song Yunli, are you really only nine and a half years old?"

Song Yunli was shocked. How could a nine-year-old child know all this? She was so anxious that she forgot about it. Her mind was spinning rapidly, but her eyes were staring at Feng Muyan innocently. Finally, she gritted her teeth and said, "These are all taught by my brother. My brother often takes me to the barracks. I have seen many injured brothers and uncles. They were all given by my father with the money from home."

"Li'er, I thank you on their behalf." Feng Muyan put aside his doubts and secretly mocked himself for being too suspicious. After all, she was only eight or nine years old. How could she be possessed by a ghost? However, the Song family taught her very well.

The next morning, Feng Muyan woke up slowly. He took a deep breath and felt his chest was a little heavy. He stood up slightly and looked down. A silly little face appeared in front of him. The saliva was mixed with the makeup that had not been washed off yesterday. It looked like a lazy cat.

"Your Highness, I deserve to die. The princess is missing." Han Mei knocked on the door twice and shouted anxiously.

"come in!"

Han Mei walked into the room with the determination to die, but she unexpectedly saw the culprit on the prince's couch. The heart that had been stuck in her throat finally fell into her chest. She squatted down to greet Feng Muyan and waited for Feng Muyan's instructions.

"I'm going to the palace for a while, so let her continue sleeping here. But you must wake her up after an hour and watch her eat breakfast. Don't give her any pastries before lunch. Do you remember this?" Feng Muyan gently moved the little head on his chest to the pillow beside him, walked down from the couch, stretched out his arms, and waited for Hanmei to change his clothes for him.

But when Hanmei just spread out his robe, he remembered what he had promised Song Yunli yesterday, so he took the robe and put it on himself.

"Yes..." Seeing Feng Muyan glance at her unhappily, Han Mei immediately reacted and lowered her voice and said, "I know."

Just as Feng Muyan was about to walk towards the door, he felt someone pulling at his robe. He looked down and saw Song Yunli's yawning face. He squatted down, pinched her red nose and said, "If you're sleepy, sleep a little longer."

Song Yunli squinted her eyes and quickly shook her head, raising her hands to Feng Muyan to ask for a hug, "Brother Mu, Li'er wants to go to the palace with you."

Feng Muyan glanced at his crescent-shaped white brocade robe, then glanced at Song Yunli's greasy face, and said with disdain: "Hanmei, help her wash her face first, and then change her clothes."