The disfigured prince's time-traveling concubine

"Qingying, you protect Li'er secretly, don't let anyone hurt her." As soon as the words fell, a shadow flashed on the tree, and soon everything returned to calm. Feng Muyan thought carefully about what he had just said, but he still couldn't find anything wrong. Which sentence had offended the girl? Was it because of the address?

Song Yunli secretly wiped the tears from her cheeks. She felt really useless. She had cried so many times for a man in the past few days.

"Miss Yunli, what's wrong with you?" Seeing the tearful girl running towards him, Mo Zhu's heart was wrenched. He quickly took out a handkerchief from his arms and wiped the tears from Song Yunli's face.

"Sister Mozhu, Li'er just had a nightmare. Can you go to the kitchen and make some lotus seed paste dumplings for Li'er?" Song Yunli pursed her lips, forced a smile, and stared at Mozhu with her rabbit eyes.

"Okay, okay, I'll do it right away. Miss Yunli, please stay in the yard and rest. The lotus seed paste buns will be ready soon." Mo Zhu reached out and smoothed Song Yunli's messy hair, then turned around with a smile and walked towards the small kitchen built behind Ziyun Palace. However, she forgot the purpose of her guarding the door.

It takes some time to make the Mozhu Steamed Lotus Seed Paste Buns, so Song Yunli thought about finding Song Yunshi to talk to her, and without hesitation she ran towards the Hundred Flowers Garden, where her sister must be trimming flowers at the moment.

"Your Highness, you have already had three cups of tea. Aren't you still not satisfied? If there is nothing else, please go back." Song Yunshi said while trimming the flowers in her hands, but she didn't even raise her eyes.

"Yun'er... cough cough..." Feng Yixuan had just called out the name when he felt an unbearable pain in his chest. He quickly covered his mouth with the white Shu brocade handkerchief in his hand.

"Your Highness, please be polite and address me as Concubine Yun." Upon hearing the deafening cough, Song Yunshi's hand holding the flower scissors began to tremble, but she did not look up and missed the large patch of bright red on the white brocade handkerchief.

"Yun'er, will he make you suffer? What should he be called?" Feng Yixuan's eyes fell on Song Yunshi's round belly.

"Feng Yixuan, that's enough! You don't need to worry about my child!" Song Yunshi angrily threw the flowerpot in her hand to the ground. Just as she was about to step into the Moon Gate, Song Yunli paused and froze. Her gentle sister had never lost her temper like this before. What had happened?

"Whether it was Shen Yingjun who lost the ability to conceive or my father who lost his fertility, we know it better than anyone else. Do you think I need to worry about this child?" Feng Yixuan glanced at the blood-stained handkerchief, then put it in his arms without leaving a trace.

"Ah..." Song Yunli covered her mouth in surprise.

"Who! Get out!" Feng Yixuan yelled. No matter who it was, this person must not be allowed to stay. Anyone who threatened Yun'er must not be allowed to stay. But when he looked around, he didn't find any trace. This was a problem. It seemed that he had to act in advance.

"Yun'er, just take care of your pregnancy, and leave the rest to me." He turned and left in a hurry. Looking at the receding figure, Song Yunshi's heart was full of bitterness. Time flies, Ayi, we can't go back to the past, everything is too late.

“Um…um…um” Let me go!

"The situation just now was urgent. I am sorry for the offense. Please forgive me, Princess!" Qingying quickly let go of her hand and spoke in a very small voice, fearing that Song Yunshi under the tree would notice their presence.

"Take me away from here quickly..." Song Yunli said in shock. She urgently needed to find a quiet place to calm down. The intricate relationships in the palace were too terrifying. She even doubted whether she really understood her sister.

"Where is the princess going?"

"Leave here and drop me off somewhere."