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

Qingyun clenched the brocade handkerchief in her hand, Yan Yusen's joy was visible to the naked eye. Qingyun's eyes were filled with pride and provocation, but Yan Jingcheng was not satisfied.

He stood up and said: "Father, we can't just punish Yu Sen, Yan Siyuan...".

"Shut up!" Emperor Yan glared at Yan Jingcheng, hating that iron could not make steel.

Yan Jingcheng was frightened by the yelling and sat down obediently, not daring to speak any more. But the look in Yan Siyuan's eyes was still fierce.

"Is this your answer?".

Yan Siyuan looked at Emperor Yan with deep eyes, a slight disappointment in his eyes, which stung Emperor Yan's heart.

Emperor Yan was cruel, closed his eyes and turned around, saying: "Yes, you all can go down."

Qingyun breathed a long sigh of relief, stood up and knelt down, "I thank your majesty for taking the decision."

Emperor Yan didn't speak, and clenched his hands behind his back. Yan Yusen was taken down by the imperial army.

Yan Siyuan kept looking at him, looking at Emperor Yan like a gleam on his back. But he still insisted not to look at him, because he was afraid that he would regret it. Regret the decisions you made.

Yan Siyuan helped Qingyun go down, and Emperor Yan turned around. Looking at the disappearing figures of the two people, he saw the shadow of Gu Zijin on Yan Siyuan.

I hurriedly wanted to chase him out, but then I thought about it. Gu Zijin has been dead for many years, and he stopped again.

His choices now are the same as those then, and Yan Siyuan now is just like Gu Zijin back then, full of disappointment in him and stubbornly refusing to look back.

From then on, the door of Changle Palace was never opened for him again. When they met again, Gu Zijin was breathing his last breath.

What she said with her last strength was just to take good care of Yan Siyuan.

But now, he has missed the promise again. He has missed appointments with her countless times.

In the Twelve Princess's Mansion, Qingyun and Yan Siyuan sat slumped on chairs. The Imperial Guard suppressed Yan Yusen and knelt in front of the two men.

Qingyun raised her chin with her arms and said, "Yan Yusen, your life is really good."

Yan Yusen snorted, "Humph, of course. I am the princess of the current dynasty and my father's favorite princess. How could my father punish me so heavily because of you? Everything you have done is just in vain." That’s all.”

Qingyun sighed, "Oh, if I had known better, I wouldn't have acted in that drama. I could have just killed you."

"If you want to kill me, you're still a little short of the mark. Between the two of us, I can only be the winner in the end."

Qingyun looked at her with no emotion in her eyes, just looking at Yan Yusen who was still being arrogant after being pinned to the ground.

Yan Siyuan frowned, raised his hand and said: "Execution."

The imperial guards pushed Yan Yusen onto the bench, and the two men stood on her left and right sides, hitting her with boards alternately.

Yan Yusen stared at Qingyun, gritting his teeth at first and forcing himself not to make a sound.

Within two seconds, she couldn't help but scream, but her eyes never left Qingyun.

Even though the tears blurred his vision, looking at Qingyun being protected by Yan Siyuan, the hatred in his eyes grew wildly. Finally, he lost consciousness.

Qingyun looked at Yan Yusen, whose lower body was already bloody and bloody, feeling a little physically uncomfortable. The maid Chu Yi beat to death appeared in her mind again. He was also beaten to a bloody pulp and died.

Qingyun covered her mouth with her hands, choked her throat, and held back the turmoil in her stomach. Yan Siyuan noticed something strange about her and signaled the Imperial Army to stop with his eyes.

He gently covered Qingyun's eyes and said in her ear: "Don't be afraid, it's okay."

Qingyun closed her eyes and nodded gently, and Yan Siyuan took her away from the Twelve Princess Mansion.

In the Jinluan Hall of the Imperial Palace, Emperor Yan was sleeping uneasily on the bright yellow dragon bed. There were beads of sweat on his head, and he kept mumbling in his mouth.

He opened his eyes suddenly and couldn't help but grab. It seems like he wants to catch something.

When he opened his eyes, he saw Yuna whose eyes were filled with distress. For a moment, he couldn't tell the difference between Yuna and Gu Zijin. He grabbed Yuna's shoulders and shook her body.

He said in a panic: "It's my fault, it's all my fault, Zijin, don't leave me, okay, don't leave me."

What he is talking about here is me, not me. Yuna was also confused by him, but soon realized that he had recognized the wrong person and had not yet woken up from the nightmare.

A dark light flashed in his eyes, and he held Emperor Yan in his arms. He pinched his voice and said: "Your Majesty, don't be afraid, I will never leave you, never."

Emperor Yan seemed to be comforted and gradually relaxed. He fell asleep holding Yuna. It wasn't until Yuna's body stiffened that she put Emperor Yan down.

Seeing him look old but still majestic, her eyes were full of obsession. Lying down at Emperor Yan's heart, listening to his heartbeat, he closed his eyes in contentment.

He said softly: "Your Majesty, Yuna will never leave you." She bit hard on the word "Yuna".

Yan Siyuan returned to Changle Palace. He had explored Changle Palace, but he did not conduct a thorough search. Qingyun's discovery today gave him a warning. He ignored too many details.

Holding the fire folder and shining a faint light, he explored all the calligraphy and paintings in the room again.

Finally, she stopped at the peony painting. If this peony painting was Gu Zijin's own, then she must have done it for a purpose.

If not, what was the purpose of the person who gave her the painting?

Yan Siyuan took down the painting, rolled it up and took it away. After Yan Siyuan left, an old eunuch appeared in Changle Palace.

He walked into Changle Palace openly, and the secret guards around him did not make any move.

He walked into the main hall and saw the missing peony picture at a glance, but he didn't have any reaction.

Instead, he took out another painting from his sleeve and hung it up. No matter the size or pattern, it was exactly the same as the one Yan Siyuan took away.

The next day, the weather was clear and cloudless, and the blue sky made people feel relaxed and happy.

Qingyun finally sat on the swing she had longed for again. This time Yan Siyuan upgraded the swing and turned it into a swing chair. Even if Qingyun is injured, she can still lie on it comfortably.

Yan Siyuan was helping him swing the swing, while Qingyun closed her eyes and enjoyed the sun dappled through the gaps in the trees. The two of them enjoyed a quiet time.

But there were always people who didn't want her to rest, so Chunhua walked in: "Miss, madam asked you to go to the middle hall, the Chu family is here."

Qingyun opened her eyes, and Yan Siyuan reached out to shield her from the dazzling sunlight. Qingyun sat up and asked, "How many people are here from the Chu family?".

Chunhua said: "Basically everyone from the Chu family is here, and Miss Li is also here."

Qingyun raised her eyebrows, Li Shumiao also came, which was rare.

Yan Siyuan was a little worried, "I'll go with you."

Qingyun shook her head, "No need, since you are here to find me, you must meet him."

Qingyun followed Chunhua to the middle hall. The Chu family was almost full, and almost everyone who could be called came.