The disfigured prince's time-traveling concubine

Gurgle... Gurgle... Song Yunli lowered her head in embarrassment.

"Let's go and have lunch." Feng Muyan rubbed her head and said, his eyes gradually softening. Since when did such a little figure appear in his life, making his stagnant life become colorful. If Shen Yingjun hadn't mentioned it intentionally, he wouldn't have thought of that person for a long time.

At the dinner table, Song Yunli carefully picked out the fish bones, then handed the shredded fish meat to Feng Muyan with a spoon and said, "Husband, eat more fish meat."

Han Mei almost threw the food box in her hand away. What on earth happened during the time she was away from the princess?

"Li'er, you should just call me by my name. When you grow up a little, it won't be too late to call me husband." After saying that, Feng Muyan calmly took the spoon from Song Yunli's hand and gracefully put the fish into his mouth.

"Okay, Mu Yan? Mu'er? Yan'er? Which one do you think sounds better?"

"None of them sound nice!" Feng Muyan said gritting his teeth.

"Then I'll call you Amu, okay?" Seeing that he had no objection, Song Yunli shouted happily: "Amu, Amu... Amu..."

Two hours later, Feng Muyan put away all the military books and walked out of the study. Looking at the red sun gradually setting in the west, he was actually a little afraid of the boundless silence in his heart. He said in a cold voice: "Qingying, where is the princess?"

"My Lord, the princess and Hanmei have gone to the imperial kitchen to get the ingredients."

"Why?" The imperial kitchen should deliver meals to Yilan Palace on time. Why did this girl set her sights on the imperial kitchen?

"Master, in the afternoon, the princess ordered her subordinates to build a temporary kitchen in the backyard, saying that she would personally cook soup for the prince." Qingying said.

On the other side, Han Mei followed Song Yunli with several large bags of food, but she didn't expect the little man in front of her to suddenly stop. She almost threw all the food in her hand away, "Princess, what's wrong?"

"Sister Hanmei, please go back first. I have something to tell you." When Song Yunli looked at Song Yun in front of him with cold eyes, the corners of his mouth that were originally raised were pursed into a straight line.

Han Mei then noticed Song Yunshi coming out from not far away, and hurriedly greeted her, "I greet Concubine Yun, and I'll take my leave."

Seeing Hanmei walking away, Song Yunshi walked lightly to Song Yunli's side. A warm smile appeared on her thin face. She stretched out her hand to touch Song Yunli's little face, but was unexpectedly slapped away by her little hand.

"Li'er, it's my sister!" Song Yunshi said a little hurt.

Song Yunli shook her head lightly and took small steps back. How could her sister, who was elegant and refined, and not concerned with worldly matters, go against moral principles and walk between a father and his son?

"You were the one who eavesdropped early in the morning, right, Li'er?" Song Yunshi was still unsure at first, but after seeing her younger sister's attitude, she understood instantly, "Li'er, tell me, what did you hear?"

Song Yunli had a lot of questions to ask, but when she saw those eyes that were still full of pity, the wall she had built up in her heart immediately collapsed and she turned around and ran away.

"Li'er..." Song Yunshi muttered silently.

"The person who eavesdropped turned out to be her, then..."

"Feng Yixuan, if you dare to touch her, I will not let you go." Song Yunshi put away the smile on her lips and looked fiercely at Feng Yixuan in the corner.

Two days later, in the morning, Song Yunli was pulled out of bed by Hanmei early. She sat at the dining table with sleepy eyes, eating pumpkin porridge in the bowl.