The disfigured prince's time-traveling concubine

"Madam, did you cook today?" Smelling the faint scent of scallion oil on his wife, Song Lin couldn't help but be a little surprised. She rarely cooked since she turned forty.

Mrs. Song's eyes turned red and she quickly covered her mouth with a handkerchief, fearing that she would burst into tears. She finally managed to calm down and said, "Today is Li'er's birthday. I thought that if I made a table of delicious food, the little greedy guy would smell it and would be so greedy that he would drool and find his way home."

"Yes, after today, our Li'er will be twelve years old. Madam, please sit down. We must eat Li'er's birthday noodles happily." Song Lin's eyes were slightly red as he pulled Madam Song to sit on the mahogany chair beside the table. He personally served two bowls of noodles and placed them on the table. He smiled and said, "Madam, are you willing to accompany me to travel far away from home every day to eat simple meals?"

"Even if you have to eat coarse food, Song Lin, don't ever think of leaving me in this life." Mrs. Song said softly.

This year was destined to be an eventful one for the Nanyue Kingdom. The crown prince was missing and his life or death was unknown, Prince Zhan was seriously injured and mentally damaged, Concubine Yun passed away, and General Song, who loved his daughter dearly, resigned due to illness. The emperor's health was getting weaker day by day. The precarious Nanyue was no longer the glorious one it once was. Half of the country had been hollowed out and fell into the hands of the Shen family. It was only a matter of time before the country changed hands.

At the same time, the surrounding countries were all ready to develop on their own. Although there was no major war on the border, small frictions and local conflicts continued. Although public grievances gradually arose, they managed to survive in peace for eight years. During these eight years, which were not a short time, the strength of the countries on the entire continent was reorganized, the trend of unification gradually emerged, and the prelude to the troubled times slowly began.

In early spring, the snow melts, new buds appear on the branches, and all things come back to life. Although the spring breeze is warm, it is still a little chilly, and you will still feel cold if you only wear light clothes.

In the orchid garden of Yilan Palace, a man with his face covered by messy hair was lying on his back on a rattan chair. The man was wearing a bright yellow undershirt but was barefoot, and he was muttering some incomprehensible words from time to time.

"Master, why did you throw your robe on the ground again? If you catch a cold, it will take a lot of effort to recover." Han Mei covered Feng Muyan with the robe with heartache, then reached out to comb his messy long hair, but was slapped back a long distance and fell heavily on the steps, leaving a horrifying blood mark on the palm of her white palm.

"Hanmei, is it serious?" Qingying helped her up from behind, took her hand and examined it carefully, then took out gauze from his arms and gently bandaged her.

"Qingying, I feel so sad seeing our master like this. It's been eight years, and he shows no signs of getting better." Hanmei threw herself into Qingying's arms, choking with sobs, and then burst into tears uncontrollably.

"Hanmei, actually the master..." Qingying was about to continue when he felt two cold lights shooting at him. Through the messy hair, a pair of brown phoenix eyes that could not tell any emotion were looking at him steadily. Then he immediately changed the topic and said, "The master is blessed by heaven. He will definitely get better. You should go back first. My son should be waking up soon."

"The Queen has arrived!" A sharp and piercing voice sounded, and Qingying felt disgusted, but she still pulled Hanmei to kneel down calmly and said, "Greetings to the Queen, may the Queen be blessed with good health."

"You all may leave. I want to talk to Yan'er." Shen Yingjun waved her hand tiredly, signaling everyone to leave.