The disfigured prince's time-traveling concubine

Song Yunli covered her mouth and chuckled. She didn't believe it. Qing'er was holding her handkerchief like a hostage. How could she easily throw it away? Could it be, "Brother Mu, you didn't beat Qing'er so badly because of this handkerchief?"

"Do you think I am that kind of person?" Feng Muyan looked at Song Yunli with some hurt, but he was a little surprised in his heart. Feng Yixuan was much kinder than before, but this kid was still alive.

Song Yunli looked at her prince's expression, which was much richer than before.

"Let's go. Aren't you going to deliver medicine to Gu Liuqing?" Feng Muyan chuckled and hooked his finger and tapped Song Yunli's forehead. Li'er, please don't lie to me. I, Feng Muyan, give you my last trust. I am willing to wait for the day when you tell me the truth.

The two of them came to the dilapidated hut. Gu Liuqing still stared at the door with his eyes wide open. When the little figure appeared in his sight, he jumped up from the bed and shouted excitedly: "Sister... Qing'er knew you would come back!"

Gu Liuqing ran towards Song Yunli and was about to hug her in his arms, but was slapped away by Feng Muyan, and fell heavily on the bed, smashing the already shaky bed.

Gu Liuqing used all his strength to sit up, spit out a large mouthful of blood, and looked up at Song Yunli in confusion, "Sister... Qing'er... are you going to... die... in your sleep..."

"Brother Mu, how could you do this to him?" Song Yunli shook off Feng Muyan's hand and ran over. "Don't be afraid, Qing'er. I'll apply some medicine on you and it won't hurt."

Feng Muyan looked coldly at his empty palms, then glanced at Gu Liuqing who was crying herself to the point of forgetfulness. He clenched his fists tightly, his eyes seemed to be drowned in hot blood, and the sudden pain of a sharp sword cutting across his cheek continued to stimulate his nerves.

Gu Liuqing sat obediently on the ground and let Song Yunli apply medicine to him, but his innocent eyes were filled with fear as he looked at the arrogant Feng Muyan. When he was extremely frightened, he would grab the ground fiercely with both hands.

"If you keep staring at me like this, you can lose your eyes." Feng Muyan looked coldly into those familiar eyes, wishing he could go up and poke out his eyes.

"Oooooh... Qing'er needs my eyes!" Gu Liuqing suddenly covered his eyes, but accidentally touched the wound on his face, causing him to roll on the ground in pain, "Oooooh... Sister... Save Qing'er..."

"The medicine has been applied, we should go." Feng Muyan took Song Yunli's hand. This time Song Yunli did not say anything to refute. She clearly felt that Feng Muyan was on the verge of exploding, so she had no choice but to follow him obediently and frequently looked back at Gu Liuqing behind her.

“Sister, don’t go… don’t go… don’t go…” Gu Liuqing cried heartbreakingly while holding the remaining plaster, “Sister… don’t leave Qing’er here alone… don’t…”

Song Yunli didn't dare to speak, but just said with her lips, "I will come to see you again, you have to take good care of yourself."

The moon was rising high in the sky, and Song Yunli had been sitting outside Feng Muyan's study for the entire afternoon. Ever since the two of them returned to Yilan Palace, the prince had locked himself in the study, and no matter how she knocked on the door, there was no response from inside.

Song Yunli supported her chin with both hands, but her eyes were fixed on the door of the study. She had never been in love in her previous life, but in this life, she had tasted the taste of secret love, which really made her worry and suffer.