The disfigured prince's time-traveling concubine

"Little fool, I am your uncle!" Song Yuntian picked up Feng Shijiu and lifted him above his head, scaring him so much that he screamed. However, the little guy had a strong ability to adapt and got used to the height in a short while. Later, when Song Yuntian was about to put him down, he began to act coquettishly and asked to be lifted up high.

"Sister, Li'er was ignorant back then. Can you forgive me?" Song Yunli stepped forward and gently put her arms around Song Yunshi's waist, her eyes full of smiles as she watched the uncle and nephew playing happily. The child's face was full of the shadow of the prince.

"I never blame Li'er." Song Yunshi gently stroked the top of Song Yunli's head, with a relieved peace in her eyes. Ever since she had Jiujiu, she realized that all the resentment and pain she once had were no longer important. Her entire life was filled with Jiujiu. She also understood more clearly that her love for Li'er did not need any return at all, just like her love for Jiujiu.

"Hehe...Uncle..." The simple word "uncle" made everyone laugh and successfully broke the gloomy and sad atmosphere.

Song Yunshi stepped forward and took Jiujiu from Song Yuntian, and said softly, "You and Li'er sit in the yard for a while. I'll go and coax him to sleep first."

After a while, Song Yunshi came out with a pot of scented tea. She gently poured two cups of tea and sat down at the table and asked, "Tian'er, how did you find this place?"

"Li'er brought me here!" Song Yuntian drank the tea in the cup. Song Yunli looked at him with disdain. He drank the fine tea like water, which was a waste of nature's gift.

"Li'er knows that of the two corpses found in Ziyun Palace back then, my sister's body was missing. If the queen wanted to get rid of my sister, she wouldn't have done it so blatantly. Then there are only two people who dare to touch my sister, one is the emperor, and the other is the prince." Song Yunli frowned slightly.

Song Yunshi's eyes were red, and she said softly, "Those two bodies should be Lanzhu and Ziyun."

"It's so lively today... cough cough..." A low and slightly weak voice came from the door, and a handsome face as pale as paper appeared in front of everyone. Song Yunli was also stunned. This Feng Yixuan was probably much weaker than the last time they met. She really doubted whether he could wait until the day he ascended the throne in this condition.

Song Yunshi hurriedly stood up to support him, took the rattle and windmill from his hands, and gently scolded him: "If you are sick, just rest well in your East Palace. Besides, look at the rattles in that room, and you think it's not enough!"

“While I can still buy him... ahem... more, I’ll buy him more... If I have to go... ahem... later.” Feng Yixuan spoke incoherently, but it was extremely difficult for him to speak, as if his lungs were about to be coughed out.

"Feng Yixuan! If you say these words again, you don't need to come here again." Song Yunshi yelled at him.

Feng Yixuan nodded gently, then turned to look at Song Yunli, his eyes full of an unknown smile, and took a deep breath and said, "That's right... ahem... I was the one who set the fire... This result... is much better than your Song family... being implicated."

"Your Highness, you are wrong. You are the source of this disaster! If Jiujiu was not your son, nothing would have happened." Song Yunli looked at Feng Yixuan coldly. She had investigated him a lot over the years, but he acted strangely and was both good and evil. It was impossible to tell whether he was an enemy or a friend! If his men had not made some mistakes this time, her people would not have found the Mixuan House. But there was a result that she never expected. He and Amu were actually brothers born to the late queen.

"Haha... you have a sharp tongue... you are worthy of being Lao Jiu's... sidekick!" Feng Yixuan's eyes showed a hint of relief. Mother, Xuan'er is really a little tired. Xuan'er has tried his best. If we meet in the afterlife, please don't blame me, cough cough... cough cough...

"Don't say anything. I'll help you go in and rest for a while." Song Yunshi patted Xuan Yixuan's back gently, took a deep breath and said, "Li'er, from the beginning to the end, my sister only has him, whether it's body or heart, it's just fate, everything is beyond our control."

Looking at the two people walking away together, Song Yunli's eyes were full of complexity. Suddenly, she shot a sharp gaze at Song Yuntian and said threateningly: "Brother, do you know something about them?"

"Oh..." Song Yuntian let out a long sigh.

"Who!" The brother and sister shouted at the same time and chased into the forest without saying a word. The black shadow was very fast. Even though Song Yuntian had good kung fu, he was still far behind, not to mention Song Yunli who was slightly inferior. When the two of them chased out of the forest, there was no trace of the shadow.

"Brother, you go back and protect my sister first. I want to take a look here." Song Yunli squatted on the ground and looked at the footprints on the snow in a daze.

"Then be careful and meet me later."