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

"Can't you think of another way? Even if you beat Yan Siyuan to death, what can you do?"

"Be able to vent your anger".

"You...you..." Lu Xingci was speechless. "You are venting your anger, but as far as Qingyun is concerned, it is of no use at all."

Qing Xiao stopped talking. Lu Xingci breathed a sigh of relief.

Qing Xiao has been fighting with Yan Siyuan every day these days. And Yan Siyuan did the same. Every time Qing Xiao went there, he would not fight with him, but would just hide away.

Now lying at home is not only Qingyun, but also Yan Siyuan who was injured. Even if Emperor Yan sent many imperial doctors to inquire, he would only perfunctorily say that the injury was caused while sparring with Song Heqing.

But with Song Heqing's ability, he couldn't be hurt at all. But Song Heqing admitted it.

Emperor Yan was also helpless, and everyone could see what Emperor Yan was thinking. He now valued Yan Siyuan very much.

The night was dark, so quiet that there were no birds chirping. Therefore, the sound of clothes rubbing against each other was extremely obvious.

Qingyun frowned and opened her eyes, looking at Yan Siyuan who had moved to her window.

The hem of his clothes was already wet, with some dirt and leaves still on it. Logically speaking, with his ability, he shouldn't be in such a mess even on a rainy night.

Qingyun sat up and looked at him. Yan Siyuan smiled at her and slowly moved to the bed. Because I was dirty, I moved a chair and sat down.

Qingyun saw the slowness of his movements, but didn't care.

"What are you doing here?" Qingyun said in sign language.

"Come and apologize," Yan Siyuan said with a playful smile.

Qingyun shook her head, "You're right, why do you still come to apologize?".

Yan Siyuan stopped laughing and looked at her face seriously, "Aren't you angry?"

"Why are you angry?".

"For Murong Yao, the person who hugged me at the city gate."

Qingyun shook her head again, "I shouldn't be angry. Instead, I should congratulate you. She is very beautiful."

Qingyun smiled, even her eyes turned into crescent moons. It looked like she was really happy for him. If he hadn't asked Wang Shengjie, he might have really thought that Qingyun didn't care about him at all.

He smiled distressedly, "She is not my wife. Her name is Murong Yao. She is the granddaughter of the leader of the Miao tribe in southern Xinjiang. She is also a voodoo. She has been exposed to various voodoos since she was a child.

Her blood can cure hundreds of poisons. I want to take Li Guanqi away, and the clan leader's condition is to marry her. I agreed to the clan leader's conditions and asked Li Guanqi to bring him back first.

But I didn't plan to really marry her, and I didn't expect that she would come out like this. I'm sorry that you were heartbroken because of her. Can you...can you forgive me? ".

Qingyun listened to him quietly without interrupting or showing any expression.

The more Yan Siyuan talked, the more frustrated he became. Qingyun's illness this time might really be because of him. After that, I'm afraid it won't be possible...

Qingyun nodded and gestured with her hands: "You have never missed it, so how can you forgive me? And this matter has nothing to do with me from beginning to end.

Her appearance did not make me sad. Since you promised the clan leader, you shouldn't betray her, she is innocent."

"Innocent? She is not innocent at all. Since she can do such things, how can she be innocent?"

"Everyone is innocent. This is not something we can decide. You can go back."

Yan Siyuan was a little anxious, "Xue'er...".

"Any thing else?".

Qingyun was smiling, but Yan Siyuan couldn't tell how true or false the smile was. What he fears most is that this smile is sincere.

His heart began to panic, and he pursed his lips and lowered his eyes, "Bring her back, if I don't want to, I can't marry her." After leaving such words, Yan Siyuan limped away.

Qingyun looked at the closed window and sighed helplessly. The sadness is greater than the heartache.

Murong Yao's appearance made her feel scared. Yes, just fear.

She didn't get sick because she was sad, she got sick because she was scared.

Murong Yao and Li Wenyao look so much alike that they can basically be said to be 80% similar. Li Wenyao is morbidly beautiful, while Murong Yao is bright and fiery. Two extremes, yet so similar.

The moment Murong Yao appeared, the last time she saw her in the operating room was before her eyes. It was so quiet and peaceful that she even heard the beeping of the ventilator.

In the past, she couldn't beat Li Wenyao because she liked Yan Siyuan. And now...she probably still can't fight.

Not wanting to think too much, Qingyun breathed a sigh of relief and lay down again.

The weather gradually became clearer, and Qingyun gradually improved. Lin Ruochu and Shen Lingfei have also been here several times.

Today is a rare sunny day, and Qingyun was recruited into the palace.

Sitting on the sedan chair and walking slowly towards Cining Palace, he bumped into a group of carriages in front of him.

Jinzhong hurriedly bent down and saluted, "Your Royal Highness, be well."

Qingyun's sedan chair stopped and asked, "Eunuch Junzhong, what are you doing?" Her voice was hoarse and low, which really didn't sound good.

She also wore a veil to avoid transmitting the disease to the Queen Mother.

Jinzhong replied: "Your Highness, this is the new beauty who has arrived this year."

Qingyun raised her eyes and saw that this group of carriages was very long, probably about ten. She was a little surprised that Emperor Yan still wanted to choose a concubine at such an old age, but on the surface he was calm.

"That's it. It's really hard work for my loyal father-in-law."

"The princess is joking, this is the responsibility of the miscellaneous family." Then he asked the convoy to give way to Qingyun.

When passing the carriage, Qingyun didn't even raise her eyes. But when passing by one of them, the curtain opened slightly, and Qingyun seemed to see a familiar face. But after just one glance, she didn't dare to confirm who it was.

When they arrived at Cining Palace, the Queen Mother held her hand and her eyes were filled with distress, "How could she be so thin? My child has really suffered."

The corners of the Queen Mother's eyes turned red unconsciously, and she looked at Qingyun with eyes full of love.

Qingyun threw herself into the Queen Mother's arms and said, "Auntie, can I call you grandma?".

Listening to Qingyun's hoarse voice, the Queen Mother felt sad again. Hug Qingyun tightly in her arms.

"Of course. Since you are the princess, you are also the grandson of the Ai family."

Qingyun seemed to have found a backbone, and when her nose became sore, tears flowed down inexplicably.

She didn't want to show any vulnerability in front of her family and friends for fear of making them sad. But here with the Queen Mother, she seems to be able to.

She buried her head in the Empress Dowager's arms and said, "Grandma, Xue'er feels so uncomfortable." The strong nasal voice coupled with the muffled hum made Qingyun look particularly fragile.

The Queen Mother sniffed, "Don't be afraid, Xue'er is not afraid. As long as grandma is here, no one can do anything to you."

"Yeah," Qingyun nodded dullly, and after a while, she came out of the Empress Dowager's arms.

Seeing a water stain on the Queen Mother's clothes, she wiped it with her sleeve with some remorse, "I'm sorry, grandma, your clothes are wet."

The Queen Mother looked at her lovingly. She had not felt this kind of dependence for a long time.