The disfigured prince's time-traveling concubine

"Put it away and go out. I am... tired." After saying this, he turned around and said no more.

After hiding the brocade box, Song Yunli turned and walked towards the door. Her heart seemed to be blocked by something. She felt that many of her speculations would be overturned. The fire three years ago might just be the beginning of everything. Suddenly she remembered Hua Xiaoan's letter, and said after a pause at the door: "Father already knows your whereabouts. You should think about what to do. I hope you can protect your sister and Jiujiu."

Feng Yixuan, who was lying on the bed, heard Song Yunli's words and his eyes, which had been closed, opened instantly. He clenched his left fist and supported his chest. He took great effort to suppress the fishy sweetness in his throat and said intermittently: "They are the orders of this... palace, you don't need to... worry too much."

"Remember what you said!" Song Yunli added without giving in, then closed the door and left.

Feng Yixuan sat up with difficulty and leaned against the bed, closing his eyes tiredly. He wondered if his time was up. The scenes of his childhood kept appearing in his mind.

When he was six years old, the loud cry of a baby startled Xiao Yixuan outside the delivery room. He tiptoed to the door and peeked through the crack, his two chubby little hands clenched into fists in excitement. However, he didn't expect the door of the delivery room to be opened suddenly, and he stumbled and fell into the room. Fortunately, the court lady caught him in time, otherwise he would have fallen heavily.

"Xuan'er, come here quickly!" Shui Mochen, who was lying on the bed as if soaked in water, waved his hand weakly.

Xiao Yixuan stumbled over and stopped carefully beside the bed. He looked at the baby beside Shui Mochen's pillow with burning eyes and asked softly, "Mother, is it a brother or a sister?"

"It's your little brother. Xuan'er, you must protect him well in the future." Shui Mochen bent down and kissed the baby's cheek.

When he was ten years old, Feng Yixuan took his four-year-old child and hid on the manure cart, then covered their bodies with straw. His big, gleaming eyes looked around through the gaps in the straw.

The little kid next to him, who had a stinky face, pinched his nose and whispered, "Fifth brother, why are you hiding here? It stinks here!"

"Fifth brother will take you to see the fairy who grows flowers! She is truly a beauty that is hard to find in heaven and on earth. And, please keep your voice down!" Feng Yixuan slapped the little kid's head in frustration.

With a rustling sound, the straw was moved away, exposing the two men.

At the age of fifteen, "Fifth brother, are you poisoned today?" The nine-year-old Feng Muyan held a military book in one hand and rubbed his eyebrows with the other hand, his eyes looking at Feng Yixuan with contempt.

Feng Yixuan, who had been looking at himself in the bronze mirror for half an hour, didn't care at all. He still combed his hair and adjusted his hairband from time to time, and occasionally cast a wink at himself in the mirror.

"...Fifth brother, get out of here right now!" Unable to bear it any longer, Feng Muyan exerted a little force with his fingers, and threw the scroll in his hand towards the door, knocking it open directly.

Feng Yixuan coughed awkwardly, straightened his chest and walked out. He didn't want to bother with this brat. Today, the fairy took the initiative to invite him to Baiweilou. Maybe... hehe...

At the age of sixteen, "Why doesn't the food suit your taste?" Shen Yingjun looked at the two brothers in front of him with a faint smile.

"No way, eat now!" Feng Yixuan picked up the bowl in front of him and started to eat voraciously. Seeing Feng Muyan beside him also picked up the bowl and chopsticks, Feng Yixuan slapped Feng Muyan's hand with his chopsticks and shouted with contempt, "Your homework is so bad today, how dare you eat? Go back to your study and drink plain water!" After he finished speaking, he snatched the bowl from Feng Muyan's hand and began to eat the rice in the bowl desperately.

Feng Muyan turned around and walked away. When he reached the palace gate, he heard Feng Yixuan's voice, "Mother, you should pay less attention to Ninth Brother in the future. He looks like a hopeless case."