The disfigured prince's time-traveling concubine

Han Mei covered her mouth with her sleeves and chuckled. It was hard for her prince to hold back his anger all night, but he only burst out now. "Princess, I will change your clothes and clean your face for you."

After an incense stick of time, Song Yunli's awkward voice of resistance came from the dressing table, "Sister Hanmei, Li'er doesn't want to wear such an ugly bun. Li'er wants to wear a double bun with flower buds! Change it for Li'er quickly!"

Feng Muyan, who was sitting by the window drinking tea, was attracted by the sound of the little girl's angry voice. He turned around and spit out a mouthful of tea. A heavy flying bun was piled on the little head, and the bun was decorated with jingling golden hairpins. Feng Muyan was really worried that the thin neck would be broken.

"Princess, how can you still wear your hair in double buns after you get married? It's not in accordance with etiquette." Hanmei was in a dilemma. Her little princess shook her head like a rattle in order to change her bun, but this was indeed against the rules.

Song Yunli staggered in front of Feng Muyan with her heavy hair in a bun, and groaned with a flat mouth, "Brother Mu, Li'er's neck is almost broken, please help Li'er and Sister Hanmei to beg for mercy!"

Then he turned his big eyes around a few times and said, "Isn't it Brother Mu who has the final say on the etiquette of the palace?"

Feng Muyan laughed out loud, shocking Hanmei so much that her eyes widened. The prince had only laughed so happily when he had won a great victory on the battlefield, but today it was just because of a word from the little princess.

"Hanmei, you go first." Feng Muyan waved his hand. After Hanmei left, Feng Muyan took Song Yunli's hand and walked to the dressing table. He took off the accessories on her head one by one, loosened her heavy bun, and then picked up the horn comb beside him and gently began to take care of her hair.

Song Yunli's heart skipped a beat. When that calloused hand gently tied her hair, she actually developed a sense of dependence, as if as long as she held that hand, she would not be afraid of anything in this life. She couldn't help but secretly glance at him. At this time, Feng Muyan put aside his usual coldness. His narrow and long phoenix eyes seemed to be thinking about something or someone through the hair in his hand.

It seems that Feng Muyan is thinking about his ex, or maybe Feng Muyan has also combed his ex's hair. No, such skillful hair-binding technique is definitely not that of a novice!

Song Yunli felt unhappy, playing with the black pearl in her hand and said, "Brother Mu, you are really amazing. Li'er doesn't even know how to tie her hair!"

Feng Muyan's eyes moved, and the corners of his mouth gradually pursed into a straight line. He stroked Song Yunli's hair and said, "During the last period of my mother's life, she spent most of her time lying in bed. Only when the sun was shining brightly would I carry her to the courtyard to appreciate the flowers. She liked to be clean and beautiful, so I would braid her hair every day. It wasn't a big deal. Many things become easy once you get used to them."

This was the first time that Song Yunli heard Feng Muyan mention the late queen. To be able to make such a war god who had the power of life and death be so kind and filial, the late queen must have been an extraordinary woman.

"Little girl, why are you still in a daze!" Feng Muyan raised his index finger and tapped Song Yunli's forehead, then stretched out his arms and smiled faintly, "If you keep staring, you'll have to walk into the palace by yourself."

Song Yunli refused to do that and jumped into Feng Muyan's arms, hooking her arms around his neck as usual.

The carriage moved slowly along the way, and it took nearly half an hour to reach the palace gate. Feng Muyan said, "Hanmei, you take the princess to Ziyun Palace, and then take her to Huilan Palace after lunch."

"Brother Mu, how did you know Li'er was going to..." Song Yunli lowered her head and touched her index fingers together, her eyelashes trembling.

"Except Concubine Yun, I can't think of anything else that can attract you to come here." After saying that, Feng Muyan lifted the curtain and jumped off the carriage. He was indeed worried. He wanted her to grow up safely in a carefree world, but he also wanted her to experience more wind and rain and learn to protect herself as soon as possible. He didn't know whether it was right or wrong to bring her here.

The carriage swayed for a while, and just when Song Yunli was about to fall asleep, it suddenly stopped. "Sister Hanmei, what's going on?"