The disfigured prince's time-traveling concubine

"Princess, let me carry you out first. We need to change the basin of water." Hanmei wrapped Song Yunli in a soft quilt and put her on the couch.

Hanmei changed the water and was about to pick up Song Yunli, but she suddenly asked, "Sister Hanmei, what kind of woman does Brother Mu like?"

Hanmei was stunned by the question. It seemed that her prince had never liked any woman.

"Sister Hanmei, please tell me!"

"The woman the prince likes should be someone who can talk about the past and present with him and fight on the battlefield with him." Han Mei's tone was obviously uncertain. That person should be like this.

"Li'er can also chat with him about the past and present, so why doesn't he like me?" Song Yunli anxiously grabbed Hanmei's sleeve.

"My little master, how old are you? Besides, with the prince's personality, if he doesn't like you, do you think he will hug you?" Han Mei said as she put Song Yunli in the bathtub.

Song Yunli's eyes, which were originally full of disappointment, gradually brightened up, and her hands splashed in the water happily. She finally found the key to the problem! He didn't know her actual age before. If he liked her, wouldn't that mean he was a pedophile?

In the study, Feng Muyan stood by the window with a book in his hand, looking into the distance. The charcoal-black little face kept appearing in his mind, and the corners of his mouth raised a slight arc. He was afraid that only she would dare to burn down the imperial kitchen.

"Feng Muyan!" A clear childish voice sounded behind him. He knew who it was without turning around. This girl was getting bolder and bolder. She even dared to call him by his full name. Was it because he had been too good-looking recently? "Li'er, have you forgotten your identity..."

"Feng Muyan, I was called Song Yunli in my previous life and this life. My soul is an adult. If you don't allow me to call you by your name, you can let me call you husband!" After she finished speaking, she was afraid that Feng Muyan would not believe her, so she ran to him, raised her head and stared into his phoenix eyes quietly without saying a word.

The thought of having a little kid of a few years old following behind her and constantly calling her husband made her feel indescribably weird even though she was an adult inside.

"Husband, what do you think of this proposal?" Seeing that his face was becoming increasingly ugly, Song Yunli felt a little hesitant. She climbed up the rattan chair by the window to the table, tentatively held Feng Muyan's cheeks with both hands, and then gently turned his cheek towards her.

Feng Muyan almost choked to death on a mouthful of blood, but when he saw Song Yunli's clear and sparkling black eyes, he swallowed all the cold words on his lips and just said lightly: "It's up to you..."

Chuck...the cheerful laughter lingered in the study for a long time.

"Ying Ren, don't you think that the prince has become more humane since the princess appeared beside him?" Qing Ying asked, standing under the tree with his arms folded across his chest.

Shadow Blade crouched on the tree holding the sword, frowning as he said, "It may not be a good thing for the master to be humane."

What a conservative person! Qingying also thought to herself.

Feng Muyan carried Song Yunli to the couch with one hand, reached out to take out a long towel and covered her head, then gently wiped her hair that was still dripping with water, and gently scolded her: "If you run out with wet hair again in the future, I will not forgive you, remember?"

"I got it, husband!" Song Yunli stuck out her tongue lightly. Song Yunli knew that Feng Muyan didn't want others to refute him at this moment, because she had already mastered some of his little habits. When he called himself the king in front of her, it meant that he was on the verge of getting angry, so she would not stroke his whiskers.