The disfigured prince's time-traveling concubine

Feng Muyan hooked his finger and tapped her smooth forehead with amusement. If he didn't let her wake up, her little head would probably fall into the rice bowl.

Hanmei stood behind Song Yunli and smiled softly with her hands covering her mouth. Ever since the small kitchen in the backyard was built, her princess wanted to make loving breakfast for the prince every day, saying that she wanted to capture the prince's stomach. As a result, she never got up and was often like this.

"Amu, why do you have to get up so early? It's only five o'clock now." Song Yunli asked while rubbing his aching forehead.

"The envoy from the Chu Nan Kingdom has arrived in Nanyue, and will go to the palace to meet my father today. My father has issued an imperial decree, and civil and military officials and royal relatives must be present." Feng Muyan said in a low voice. In fact, his heart had been churning like the sea for a long time. They had to meet after all, right?

Walking into the hall, Song Yunli puffed out her chest and followed Feng Muyan obediently. After breakfast, she changed into a goose yellow dress with cloud pattern, which she paired with the snake-shaped bun that Hanmei had done for her. She looked half a head taller than before. She originally didn't want to wear her hair in a bun, but in order to keep up appearances for her husband, she had to do it.

"Li'er... Li'er..." An almost inaudible voice came from the right. Song Yunli turned her face slightly, and Song Yuntian's smiling face came into view.

"Brother, you look so handsome today!" Song Yunli whispered.

Song Yuntian tapped his shoulder with his fist in response, "Your eldest brother is handsome every day." In less than half an hour, the hall was already full of royal relatives and civil and military officials. Song Yunli sat upright on a wooden chair with her small waist straightened. Although the wooden chair was covered with thick cushions, sitting still for a long time still made her small waist a little bit tired.

Just when she was about to secretly reach out to hit her, a big hand with distinct joints touched her back. "If you are tired, lean on my hand and rest." Feng Muyan lowered his head and said softly.

"Hmm..." Song Yunli leaned lightly on the big hand, a brilliant smile on her lips. Her heart felt sweeter than eating candied fruit. He had actually noticed it a long time ago.

"The envoys from the Chu Nan Kingdom have arrived!" As the shrill and piercing voice sounded, everyone in the hall focused their eyes on the entrance. Three men walked slowly in from the entrance. All three of them were wearing exotic costumes. The thickness of their clothes was incompatible with the climate of the Nanyue Kingdom.

"Envoy Gu Qinghong from the Chu Nan Kingdom greets His Majesty Nan Yue!" The leading man said while kneeling on one knee, clenching his right fist and lightly touching his left shoulder.

"Please stand up, envoy." The emperor said, stroking his beard lightly.

It was not until the man stood up that Song Yunli was able to see his full appearance. The man was about 1.7 meters tall, wearing a thin jacket with a stand-up collar and a jade belt inlaid with agate tied around his waist, and a row of decorative rings on his high-top fur boots, giving him a dusty look. When Song Yunli's eyes moved to the man's face, a muffled thunder exploded in his mind, and he recalled what the eunuch in Longxing Palace said that day, that Qing'er was a hostage sent by Chu Nanguo, so the big brother Qing'er mentioned must be this person.

"The envoy has come a long way and has worked hard. Why don't you offer him a seat?" The emperor laughed loudly.

"Yes, envoy, please follow me." Fang Ming walked towards the empty table next to Feng Muyan, and when he reached the table, he made a gesture of invitation and said, "Please take a seat, envoy."

Song Yunli's eyes never left Gu Qinghong. She always felt that this man looked strange. It was not until he sat down beside her that she looked at him carefully with great interest. Gu Qinghong had a fair complexion and did not look like someone who had lived in a windy and sandy place for a long time. His face was an oval face, which was rare for men. His thin eyebrows that should have been as thin as willow leaves were forcibly drawn into handsome sword eyebrows. The beautiful almond eyes under his eyebrows looked very much like Gu Liuqing. The more he looked at him, the more he looked like a woman!

Song Yunli gently pulled Feng Muyan's sleeve, asked him to lower his head, and whispered in his ear: "Amu, do you think the Crown Prince of Chu Nan Kingdom looks like a woman? Although it is almost autumn, it is not necessary to cover the neck so tightly."