The disfigured prince's time-traveling concubine

"No one can escape!" A cruel smile appeared on Shen Junyang's lips. The two deep scars extending from his forehead through his right eye to the corners of Shi's mouth looked extremely hideous.

"Report! Commander, according to the traces of the wheel tracks, there should be two carriages. Could you please tell us how to chase them?" A subordinate reported loudly.

Shen Junyang touched the wheel tracks on the ground with his hand, thought for a moment and said coldly, "Three teams follow me to the left, and one team to the right. Set off immediately! If you can't bring back a living person, a corpse will do!"

"Yes!" A thunderous and uniform response sounded, shaking the snowflakes on the dead branches to fall.

Snowflakes gradually began to float in the sky. Feng Muyan lowered his head to look at Song Yunli, whose face was flushed in his arms. He took off his outer robe and put it on her, then held her tightly in his arms and said distressedly, "Li'er, are you feeling better?"

"Li'er, if you don't wear it, Amu, you will be cold!" Song Yunli struggled to put the robe on Feng Muyan, but she didn't expect him to hold her head down.

A light laugh came from above, "Li'er, do you know why we have been running out in circles?"

"Hehe...the escape route you designed for my sister and the others is hexagonal, and we are intercepting their wheel tracks one by one. I think, Amu, you should have prepared more than one carriage for them." Song Yunli looked up at Feng Muyan and said confidently and happily.

Feng Muyan raised his finger and tapped her forehead, saying softly, "Ghost spirit!"

"Haha..." The elf-like voice like a lark echoed in the snow-covered forest.

After an incense stick of time, the carriage ran farther and farther away, and the snowflakes in the forest became more and more. Song Yunli raised her head slightly and looked at Feng Muyan. Seeing his head full of goose feather-like snowflakes, her heart couldn't help but move a little. She suddenly remembered a sentence from her previous life: if you keep walking like this, you will grow old together.

The sound of messy horse hooves rang out, and Feng Muyan whispered, "Li'er, are you ready?"

"What do you think?" Song Yunli raised the corner of her mouth into a faint smile, pressed the secret buckle on her belt to reveal her soft sword, jumped off the carriage with a beautiful somersault, and stood in front of Feng Muyan with a straight posture and sword in hand.

At this time, Shen Junyang had led the team to surround the two people. He sat on his horse with a cold expression and said, "Isn't this the Ninth Prince? On this snowy day, are you taking your little princess out for an outing?" As soon as Shen Junyang finished speaking, a sneering voice came from the team. Shen Junyang swung the long whip in his hand and wrapped it around the man's neck. His men exerted great force, and what fell out was not a person, but a head with wide-open eyes.

Song Yunli's eyes flashed slightly, and just as she was about to look at the thing on the snow, a large hand with distinct joints covered her eyes.

"Do you need to care where I go?" Feng Muyan threw the outer robe he had just worn lightly to cover the bloody head.

"Ninth Prince, let's not beat around the bush. I'm sure you know where the Crown Prince and the others fled to." Shen Junyang waved his arm, and the archers in the team immediately drew their bows, knelt on one knee, and were ready to go.

"No comment!"

"Then don't blame me for following orders. Kill them without further ado!" Shen Junyang said sinisterly, then swung his whip and roared, "Kill!"

In an instant, thousands of arrows were fired. Feng Muyan and the other man quickly blocked them with their swords. When the imperial guards had finished firing their cold arrows, they all rushed up with knives and slashed at the two men.

The flashing of swords and the shadows of sabers seemed unusually tragic in the wind and snow. This was the first time that Song Yunli truly felt the burning sensation of boiling blood wetting her eyes. She felt no pity and no cowardice. The only thought in her mind was to stay alive, because the butcher knives they stabbed at her were without any emotion.

Looking at Feng Muyan beside him, Song Yunli finally understood how he got the reputation of God of War and God of Killing. The murderous aura and excited eyes of slaughtering thousands of troops, everything told everyone that he belonged on the battlefield.

In less than half an hour, only two of the three teams remained. The originally white snow was now stained with blood. Feng Muyan smiled cruelly, protecting Song Yunli behind him with one hand, and the long sword in his hand drew a long blood mark on the ground, "Do you want to come again?"

Shen Junyang clenched his hands tightly holding the whip, his knuckles turned frighteningly white, he swung the whip, jumped off his horse and attacked Feng Muyan. Feng Muyan kicked the sword with his foot and used his elbow to meet the whip. It seemed that the whip was about to wrap around the sword, but Shen Junyang's hand shifted, and the whip wrapped around Song Yunli's waist like a water snake.

Song Yunli raised the soft sword to cut the long whip, but he didn't expect that the material of the whip was as hard as iron. In an instant, he was thrown towards a group of imperial guards by the force of the whip.

The cold light in Feng Muyan's eyes immediately condensed into frost, and he raised his sword and stabbed at Shen Junyang like a gust of wind. Shen Junyang's title of the commander of the imperial guards was not earned for nothing, and he actually clamped the soft sword that Feng Muyan stabbed with his finger strength, and then he kicked Feng Muyan's chest with a flick of his finger. After a few moves, Feng Muyan was entangled and could only watch Song Yunli's figure getting farther and farther away, with anger burning in his chest.

"If you dare to hurt her, I will destroy the Shen family!"

"That depends on whether you can go back alive!" Shen Junyang said sinisterly.