The disfigured prince's time-traveling concubine

"No one survived." Feng Muyan said coldly. The emperor's body shook violently after hearing this. Fortunately, Fang Ming supported him from behind and saved him from falling to the ground. He murmured, "Then my son is..."

"Dead!" Song Yunli clenched Feng Muyan's hands tightly with both hands and stared at the emperor. The emperor's love was really cheap. His wife died in the fire, but he thought of his son first. How sad.

Back at Yilan Palace, Song Yunli lay on the embroidered bed with her eyes wide open and said nothing. Feng Muyan ordered Hanmei to fetch the medicine box, reached out and held Song Yunli's feet that were cut by gravel, and silently applied medicine. During the whole process of applying medicine, Song Yunli didn't say a word, and didn't even blink.

"It will be useless if you continue like this. If you are not strong enough, when the people you care about fall into disaster in the future, you will still have no choice but to watch the tragedy happen." After saying this, he packed up his medicine box and turned to leave.

Song Yunli gently closed her eyes, and tears as big as beans slid down her eyes. Her weak shoulders kept shaking. Half an hour later, she opened her eyes again, and her fierceness was revealed. She would not let this matter go. Anyone who dared to hurt her family must be killed!

The magpie fell from the tree branch and the setting sun gradually went west. The palace gradually became quiet, as if the fire in the daytime had not happened, not to mention the death of Concubine Yun and others in the fire. Some families were happy while others were sad. The news that Concubine Yun died in the sea of ​​fire had already reached the Song family at 3 p.m., and there was a mournful silence in the general's mansion. Madam Song fainted several times from crying and was now sick in bed. No matter how Song Yuntian tried to comfort her, it was in vain. In the end, there was really no other way, so he had to send people into the palace to find Song Yunli and bring her back home.

"What did you say? Mother is sick?" Song Yunli clutched Hanmei's arm tightly with a pale face. The emotions that had just calmed down rose again. Ignoring the knife-like pain in the soles of her feet, she lifted the quilt and jumped off the bed.

"Just now, someone from outside the palace came with a message saying that Madam Song learned that Concubine Yun passed away. Her beloved daughter was so sad and worried that she could only lie on her bed and cry without eating or drinking." Han Mei repeated the words of the person who had just come, and she was very worried in her heart that her princess was so young, yet she had to go through all this.

"Who said my sister is dead? The body hasn't been found yet, yet you're spreading rumors like this?" Song Yunli said sternly with a cold look.

Han Mei was shocked, but she didn't dare to say a word. There seemed to be something different about her princess. Why did she see the prince's shadow in the princess's face?

Song Yunli ignored Hanmei and grabbed her skirt and ran out. Because she ran too eagerly, she could clearly feel the wound on the sole of her foot split open. Waves of pain were transmitted to her brain, and beads of sweat gradually seeped out of her forehead, making her look extremely embarrassed and weak.

Feng Muyan, who followed her secretly, frowned several times but did not take action in the end. This was her nature. She was a stubborn girl. Although the arrogance in her eyes only flashed by when they first met, he still caught it. In essence, they were actually the same kind of people.

"How long do you plan to keep spying?" Song Yunli shouted with a frown.

Chu Yucheng opened his eyes slightly, feeling a little surprised. He slowly walked out from the darkness, looked at Song Yunli with doubt, and asked, "How did you know?"

Song Yunli did not answer him, but turned around and continued to run towards the palace gate. Feng Muyan had no choice but to follow her. It seemed that he was wrong just now. This girl was much more stubborn than him.

After leaving the palace, the two sat in the carriage in silence. Finally, Feng Muyan couldn't help but ask, "Mo'er, how did you get..."

"The smell of ointment on your body is too strong. It's exactly the same as the ointment you applied to me at noon. I can't think of anyone else in Yilan Palace who dares to touch your medicine box." Song Yunli looked at Feng Muyan with contempt, then turned her back and leaned on the soft pillow behind her to take a nap.