Time travel, Your Highness Ninth Prince has been rejected from marriage again!

Qingyun waited for a while to make sure there was no one else around, then lowered her eyes to look at Yan Siyuan and asked: "Did you feel anything when you fainted?".

"I didn't feel anything special. I just felt dazed, my vision went dark, and I fainted."

"Did you see anything else?"

Yan Siyuan thought for a moment and looked at Qingyun with his deep black eyes, "I saw myself."

Qingyun leaned on the table, supporting her head with one hand and holding the teacup in the other. She took a sip, her dark eyes sparkling.

"Was he dead when you came?".

Yan Siyuan lowered his head and thought, carefully recalling the scene when he first arrived. He seemed to be really unsure whether the original body was dead or not.

She frowned and looked at Qingyun "uncertainly".

"Do you still remember what old man Wuti said?".

"He said I have two souls! Si~".

Yan Siyuan was so shocked that he wanted to get up, but was controlled by the silver needles on his body. It hurt so much when he moved, and he frowned with sorrow on his face.

"Can't we just pull out the silver needle first?"

"Why are you so anxious? The internal energy has just been brought under control and it will take a while to calm down."

Yan Siyuan wanted to use his internal force to force the silver needle out, but as soon as he used his internal force, pain started to hit everywhere where the silver needle was.

Qingyun crossed her legs and said seriously: "I'm warning you, don't waste the fruits of my labor, otherwise, I will destroy your skills."

Yan Siyuan immediately stopped moving and sat quietly, waiting for Qingyun to speak.

When Qingyun saw that he had stopped moving, she said: "That's pretty much it."

He picked up the fan and played with it casually in his hands. "Since the old man can tell that I am wearing it, your two souls must be true."

There is nothing I can do in this regard, it seems we have to invite a Taoist priest."

"It doesn't have to be a Taoist priest, a monk can do it, right?"

"Let's forget it, because without mentioning that, I already have a shadow of the monk."

"Well, then let's be a Taoist priest."

"It's better to hurry up. This matter has a great impact on your body. Coupled with the poison, your body is really broken, and it's all troublesome."

"Then I'll thank Xue'er first."

"Eh? When did I say I wanted to take care of your business?".

"But Xue'er has already taken care of it. Xue'er will never leave me alone."

Yan Siyuan lowered his head, looking frustrated. If there are ears, they should be hanging on the sides.

Qingyun couldn't see him like this, so she broke the jar and said: "Okay, okay, take care of it, I can't take care of it."

In fact, Yan Siyuan was right. She already knew about this matter, and it was really impossible for her to sit idly by and ignore it. Even if it is the most ordinary friend, she will do her best.

Qingyun walked out of Yan Siyuan's room and saw people standing outside. The most obvious one was Emperor Yan, who was walking around anxiously. When he saw Qingyun coming out, he was the first to rush up.

"How is Siyuan?".

"Your Majesty, His Highness Ninth Prince is awake and is fine."

"Really? If that's the case, how could His Highness faint?"

Meng Xunji stood beside Emperor Yan and occupied Meng Xiaoxiao's position. A pair of eyes that are shrewd and penetrating, as if they can see through everything. Now these eyes were looking at Qingyun suspiciously.

Qingyun leaned over and bowed, "Master, be safe. His Highness Ninth Prince fainted due to insufficient rest, excessive fatigue, and the hot weather. If Master doesn't believe it, please ask the imperial doctor to check again."

"The princess is overly worried. It can be seen from the treatment of patients suffering from flooding that the princess has superb medical skills. I am just worried about His Highness Ninth Prince and always want to know the cause of the disease."

"The grand master's heart is devoted to the dragon heir, and I feel inferior to him. I can only do my best to relieve your majesty."

Emperor Yan nodded and said happily: "It is really rare for the princess to think of sharing my worries at such a young age. Now she has saved Siyuan. I will reward you in the future."

"Thank you, Your Majesty. I will leave first."

"Ok".

Qingyun glanced at Meng Xunji before leaving. The two looked at each other, smiled, and nodded.

As soon as she walked out of Yan Siyuan's courtyard, Qingyun changed her face, losing the respectful smile just now.

It seems that Meng Xiaoxiao has no way, she has invited a great god to come. It's hard for Meng Xunji, who is already in his seventies or eighties and still has to solve problems for the younger members of the family.

Qingyun had just taken two steps when someone called out, "Little princess, please wait a moment."

Qingyun turned around and saw Yan Qin'ao as expected. Yan Qin'ao was the only one who could call her that.

"My lord, is there anything else?"

"Can I ask the princess to talk to you?"

Yan Qin'ao raised his hand and pointed in another direction. This was not the place to talk.

Qingyun nodded and followed him to a pavilion in the lake. She sat aside, very leisurely. Yan Qin'ao didn't say anything, and she didn't take the initiative to speak out.

Finally Yan Qin'ao put down the tea cup in his hand and said to Qingyun: "I have something to ask of you. I wonder if the princess can agree."

Qingyun glanced at his covered legs. She had long thought that Yan Qin'ao's approach to her was too coincidental. Then he must have other purposes, and now he finally wants to say it.

"Your Majesty, please speak."

Yan Qin'ao laughed, his eyebrows curved, "Why does the little princess ask questions knowingly?"

"Your Majesty, you want me to help heal your leg?"

"Looking at the look in the little princess's eyes, I must have guessed my purpose a long time ago. I have never seen someone as smart as the little princess, who can see through people's hearts at a glance."

"The prince is ridiculous, it's just a random guess. How can the prince think that I can definitely cure you?"

Yan Qin'ao has suffered from leg injuries for so many years. He must have seen many doctors and used many methods. She herself wasn't sure whether it could be cured, so why would Yan Qin'ao place his hope on her?

"Because the princess can alleviate the poison."

The corners of Qingyun's mouth rose. Sure enough, she couldn't be fooled by someone who was full of scheming.

"Your Majesty, you still know about poison?"

"Of course, because...".

Yan Qin'ao and Qingyun looked at each other, with a hint of hatred in their eyes, but their tone was very relaxed.

"We all have poison in us."

Qingyun fiercely clenched the tea cup in her hand, and the tea splashed out and onto her hand. The back of her hand was burned red, but she couldn't feel it at all.

Looking at Yan Qin'ao in disbelief, "You have one too?"

This probability is too low. Things like Gu are rare in the Central Plains. Did they plant a whole nest of Gu?

Yan Qin'ao handed Qingyun a handkerchief and put down the tea cup in her hand, with an unbreakable gloom between her brows and eyes.

"Yes, and it's not just me."

"Tell me clearly how many people have planted this poison."

"As far as I know, there are thirteen people in total, and only six are alive."

"If I guess correctly, the people who were bewitched are all the royal children."

"Yes" Yan Qin'ao nodded gently.

"Do you know who did this?".

In fact, Qingyun already had suspicions in her mind, but she needed clear evidence to support them.

"Nothing can be found. In the capital, there are traces to follow for anyone. But he can't even be traced. No matter how serious his suspicion is, no evidence can be found."

Yes, it is really difficult to find him in his territory. And maybe his every move has been watched.

"Why is it an odd number? Shouldn't it be an even number? And the number is wrong."

Yan Siyuan's poison is a pair, so the others should be similar, and if two very important people are poisoned at the same time.