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

Yan Qin'ao sneered and said: "I have never seen such a shameless person, but today I have become more knowledgeable."

"You..." Mo Jiufu almost exploded, but when he thought of Yan Qin'ao's identity, he regained his senses. It just started to get weird.

"Humph, they are all men, how can I still not understand your thoughts?"

He raised his hand to pull Qingyun, "Cousin, follow my cousin."

Qingyun took a step back, not letting him touch her, and said coldly: "I said I would leave, so why should my cousin force me?"

Mo Jiufu was a little stunned and said: "Cousin, cousin is protecting you. This cripple, he...".

Before he finished speaking, Qingyun and Yu Chuan reacted fastest. One person kicked Mo Jiufu at the same time.

Neither of them could restrain their strength. Mo Jiufu was kicked down the steps several meters away and spit out a mouthful of blood, which attracted the people around him to stop and watch.

Mo Jiufu pushed himself up with difficulty and looked at the two people standing on Yan Qin'ao's left and right in shock.

"Cousin, why do you...ahem...you...".

He was still coughing up blood and could not speak a complete sentence. The pain in his chest felt like someone had hit him with a sledgehammer. It was so painful that it even hurt to breathe. He felt like his bones were breaking.

Qingyun's eyes were deep and her black eyes were calm, "Mo Jiufu, this is the capital, and this is Prince Xian's Mansion. Just don't kneel down when you see the royal family, but you dare to say words that humiliate Prince Xian, what crime do you deserve!".

Mo Jiufu's head exploded with a bang, and he instantly understood his situation.

He acted too wantonly just because he was Qingyun's cousin. Even Qingyun, who is the princess, must bow and say hello in front of the wise king.

And he has no official position and no merit, so how dare he say those words. He now wants to beat himself to death.

Look at Yan Qin'ao again. Although there was no expression on his face and he didn't know whether he was angry or not, he still felt scared. Even the people around him were pointing fingers at him.

"Is this the princess's cousin? How come he doesn't understand the rules so well?"

"Humph, he's just a nouveau riche, he doesn't know the rules."

"Hey, then you are wrong. Mrs. Mo is also a merchant, so she is well-informed and reasonable."

"Yes, yes, they are all from the Mo family. Why are there such big differences?"

"Yes, and Miss Mo is also good."

............

Mo Jiufu was said to be shameless. He had no choice but to move his body with difficulty, kneel on the ground, and bow to Yan Qin'ao.

"The common people are guilty, their words are meaningless, and their character is not good. They said something that shouldn't be said, and I ask the prince to punish me."

He lowered his head, hiding the dissatisfaction and resentment in his eyes. He has always been worshiped by others, but this was the first time he was asked to worship someone else, and he even knelt down to do so.

The feeling of being humiliated on the street. Let him have an understanding of his rights. In the past, he only valued money. If you have money, you are the king. In the capital, money is the most useless thing.

Yan Qin'ao said expressionlessly: "Because you are the cousin of the princess, you can avoid the death penalty, but you cannot escape the living penalty. Just make a few big moves."

Mo Jiufu raised his head suddenly. He thought that humiliating him would be enough, but he didn't expect that Yan Qin'ao really wanted to punish him. The two feet that were kicked just now have not recovered yet. If he is hit again, will he still be alive?

He looked at Qingyun asking for help, and Qingyun shook her head at him, indicating that there was nothing she could do.

Yu Chuan stepped forward and pulled the people back to Prince Xian's Mansion, and the people scattered in all directions.

Now that there are no outsiders, Mo Jiufu starts to go crazy. He rushed to Qingyun's legs and hugged her legs.

He asked for help: "Cousin, cousin, you must save my cousin. I offended the wise king because of you."

Qingyun was already feeling disgusted when her legs were hugged. The key is that his hands are not honest and move up and down.

Qingyun wanted to kick him away, but Yu Chuan took the lead and kicked him far away. Qingyun looked constipated, and she was about to be sickened to death.

Yan Qin'ao's eyes were filled with murderous intent. In front of Mo Jiufu who was pushing a wheelchair, he directly pressed the wheel of the wheelchair onto his hand.

"Ah!" Mo Jiufu screamed. He wanted to push the wheelchair away with his other hand, but he couldn't exert any strength.

Yan Qin'ao lifted the other wheel and pressed both of his hands underneath.

"Ah! Stop it."

Mo Jiufu's screams became louder. His mouth was mixed with blood, and blood spurted out as he spoke, squirting onto Yan Qin'ao's shoes and the hem of his clothes.

Yan Qin'ao crushed him hard and looked at him with disgust. Bend down to close the distance with him.

He said in a low voice: "If you don't want your hand, then just throw it away. Don't you know what you are? Some people are beyond the reach of trash like you."

Mo Jiufu was in so much pain that he couldn't speak. His fingers were connected to his heart. He now felt that his hand was really going to be useless. I fainted from the pain immediately.

Qingyun said with disdain: "This pain tolerance is not as good as Yan Yusen's."

Yan Qin'ao left Mo Jiufu's hand and moved a little further away. He said coldly: "Wake him up."

Just letting him go like this is really giving him too much credit.

Yu Chuan brought a bucket of ice water and poured it directly on Mo Jiufu, and there was even ice residue.

It's late autumn now, and it's already chilly. Being splashed with such a bucket of ice water made Mo Jiufu shiver from the cold.

He finally knew he was afraid, and looked at Yan Qin'ao with fear in his eyes.

"Master Mo hasn't received his punishment yet, so it's not good to faint like this. Someone, please give me another thirty blows."

"Yes".

Yu Chuan and the guards pulled Mo Jiufu to the Xing stool and pushed him down. His butt was spanked one after another, and screams came one after another.

He also wanted to ask Qingyun for help, but Qingyun turned away and did not look at him. And she couldn't bear to watch this scene.

Back to the Prime Minister's Mansion, Qingyun came back first. The first thing I did after coming back was to wash up. I stayed in the bathroom for half an hour before I came out.

When Chunhua went in to take a look, Qingyun's legs were all red from her rubbing, but Chunhua felt very distressed.

Mo Jiufu was carried back, but he was unconscious when he came back. He didn't know whether he was dead or alive.

Yan Qin'ao was very proud of the Prime Minister's Mansion and did not throw it directly to the door of the Prime Minister's Mansion, but threw it back into his own yard.

At dinner, the family gathers together. Compared with the joy and harmony of the past, everyone seemed very quiet today, and no one spoke. Only Movino ate happily.

Qingyun put down her chopsticks after taking two bites. Mo Linghuai touched Qingyun's head distressedly and slapped the chopsticks on the table.

"What does Mo Chunyi mean? He sent such a thing to disgust the Prime Minister's Mansion. How dare he bully Xue'er? He is simply ignorant."

Mo Chunyi is Mo Jiufu's father, Mo Linghuai's eldest brother, and the current leader of the Mo family.

The Mo family's ability to become a big family in Jiangnan depends on more than just money. And Mo Linghuai is the wife of the Prime Minister's Mansion. No one with any brain would think of offending the Mo family.