The disfigured prince's time-traveling concubine

What kind of look is that girl giving?

"Amu, can you teach me martial arts in the future?" A muffled voice came from the soft pillow.

"It's up to you." Feng Muyan was lost in thought as he touched the blood jade around his waist.

As soon as Song Yunli arrived at the Song Mansion, she ran to her parents' bedroom like the wind. When Mrs. Song saw her little daughter coming back, all the sorrow and grief that had been pent up in her heart burst out in an instant, and she hugged Song Yunli in her arms and burst into tears.

"Your Majesty, can you please excuse me for a moment?" Song Yuntian asked hoarsely, his eyes bloodshot. Seeing that Song Yunli was just constantly comforting Madam Song and there was nothing unusual, he nodded slightly and followed Song Yuntian out.

"Mother, don't believe what the people in the palace say. My sister's body has not been found in Ziyun Palace. I suspect that my sister is just missing. Li'er will definitely find her." Song Yunli stretched out her little hand and patted Madam Song's back from time to time.

"Really?" Mrs. Song raised her tearful face.

"When has Li'er ever lied to her mother!" Song Yunli nodded firmly, and then coaxed Mrs. Song to sleep.

In the front hall of the Song Mansion, the Song father and son and Feng Muyan sat around a round table. Each of them looked uglier than the other, especially Song Lin, who seemed to have aged ten years in an instant. His temples, which originally had only some silver hair, now had almost no black hair left.

"Your Highness, I want to know how the fire in Ziyun Palace started?" Song Lin asked with his fists clasped and his head lowered.

"General Song, there is no need to be like this. I can only say that this may not be a bad thing for the Song family. Please be at ease, General Song, and just let nature take its course." After he finished speaking, he picked up the Yu Qian Longjing tea on the table and sipped it carefully. There was no ripple in his narrow brown phoenix eyes, making it impossible to see through his emotions.

“Ninth Prince, the death of the eldest daughter of the Song family is not a bad thing. What you said is really…” Song Yuntian knocked his fist on the round table, causing the teacups on the table to jump up.

Feng Muyan raised the corner of his mouth slightly, put down the teacup in his hand, and said slowly: "The prince is still drinking tea and painting in the palace. What do you think, Brother Song?"

"This..." Song Yuntian stood up suddenly, with complex emotions flashing in his eyes.

"Brother Song, you must stay calm. The funeral must be handled. Otherwise, how can we comfort the spirit of Concubine Yun in heaven?" After he finished speaking, he stood up and left to look for Song Yunli.

"Tian'er, what does the prince mean?" Song Lin asked without any clue as to why he heard a hint of gloating in the Ninth Prince's words.

"Dad, don't think too much, let's go set up the mourning hall." Song Yuntian said with a sense of relief, then turned and walked out.

With trembling hands, Song Lin pointed at Song Yuntian's back and cursed inwardly. What immortal had his Song family offended? His eldest daughter died at a young age, and his only son became insane.

In the bedroom, Song Yunli gently stroked Madam Song's temples, feeling mixed emotions. It had been so long since they last saw each other, and her black hair had turned so white. She couldn't squander their love so capriciously anymore, so she had to protect them from now on.

"Li'er, do you want to go back with me?" Feng Muyan said softly, standing outside the door with his hands behind his back.

"I must go back!" There was an irrefutable firmness in the childish voice, and Feng Muyan felt a little heartbroken. If this was the price of growing up, was what he did right or wrong?

Three years later, in the early winter, a few sparse snow fell from the sky. In the small kitchen in the backyard of Prince Mu's mansion, a red figure was busy working. As the wok in her hand flew, waves of mouth-watering food aroma drifted in the air.

"Yingren, do you think there will be any leftovers from the dishes the princess cooked today?" Qingying swallowed and nudged Yingren with his elbow.

"Look at your behavior. You're really bringing shame to the palace." Ying Ren looked at him with contempt, and then swallowed quietly when he wasn't paying attention.

"Get out! Why didn't you eat the food I brought back?" Qingying attacked Yingren with a backhand, and in a moment, the two men were fighting to a standstill.

"Hanmei, what happened outside?" Song Yunli put the last dish on the plate and asked while washing her hands.

"It's all because of those two greedy ghosts Qingying and Yingren. They are so spineless to cook food for you, the princess. Hanmei looks down on them." Her words lacked confidence and Hanmei secretly looked at Song Yunli.