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

Yan Siyuan is now weak, and now is the time to change his soul. Chu Huaizhou didn't waste any more time, cleaned up the room, and began to draw symbols on the ground.

Qingyun watched his movements, and the patterns on the ground gradually appeared. The more she looked at it, the more familiar it looked. For a moment, Qingyun remembered that the pattern was the same as the one Huo Shengyuan drew in front of her bed when she woke up.

Qingyun looked at Chu Huaizhou who was working hard on drawing, "Do you recognize Huo Shengyuan?"

Chu Huaizhou didn't even raise his head, "Is that the one who talks big about me?"

Qingyun was choked, "He didn't lie, you really saved me and Yan Siyuan."

"who is he?".

"The supervisor of Qin Tian Jian is in charge of the destiny of the country and the celestial phenomena."

"Oh, then he may have figured it out, but I really don't know him."

"You draw the same picture."

"Harmful, they are all soul-catching talismans, they are the same and normal."

Chu Huaizhou straightened up, patted the dust on his hands, and put the cinnabar in his hands on the table.

He walked up to the bed and wanted to take Yan Siyuan down. But because he had put in a lot of effort just now, it was a bit difficult to drag Yan Siyuan by himself now.

He glanced at Qingyun who was standing next to him. "What are you doing? Come on, help."

Qingyun reacted and held Yan Siyuan's other side. The two of them lifted Yan Siyuan down and laid him down among the huge patterns.

I saw Chu Huaizhou sitting cross-legged on the side, making seals with his hands, and mumbling something in his mouth. Qingyun did not hear clearly, but took two steps back for fear of disturbing him.

What was happening before her eyes had already exceeded her cognition. She once didn't believe in ghosts and gods, but now that everything happened before her eyes, she couldn't believe it anymore. He reached out and pinched his eyebrows, feeling a little headache.

Over there, Chu Huaizhou had already entered concentration. The circles drawn with cinnabar formed a circle, burning with strange blue fire.

Qingyun looked at it, feeling as if Yan Siyuan had been sacrificed. But right above Yan Siyuan, a cloud of mist was slowly gathering.

Qingyun stared at the clouds and mist, and saw that they were gathering more and more, and finally formed a figure. Looking at that figure, Qingyun knew it was Yan Siyuan.

His face gradually appeared, and it was somewhat different from Yan Siyuan. They obviously look the same, but Yan Siyuan, who is made of clouds, has gentle jade-like features in his eyes, without the slightest bit of aggression, but with a hint of humility. This is an impossible look on Yan Siyuan's face.

Seeing that his eyes were closed and he was curled up and unwilling to speak, Qingyun called out "Yan Siyuan?" with a questioning tone.

Hearing this, Yan Siyuan slowly opened his eyes. First, he observed the surroundings, and finally set his sights on Qingyun.

His eyebrows were curved and he smiled, "Are you his sweetheart?".

Qingyun's face softened a lot, and she said warmly: "Your Majesty the Ninth Prince."

"You don't have to call me that. Maybe in the eyes of the world, I am no longer the person I am."

In Yan Siyuan's consciousness, he could not see everything happening in the outside world. But he knew Qingyun's existence, which surprised Qingyun.

"His Majesty Ninth Prince knows about me?".

"I know, most of his consciousness is you."

Qingyun laughed. She didn't remember anything else in her mind, but what she was doing. But I couldn't help but feel sour in my heart. The missed time in the previous life seemed not to be made up for in this life.

Seeing Qingyun smiling, Yan Siyuan also laughed, "You called me out, but are you asking about the ownership of this body?".

"Yes, I want to ask His Highness Ninth Prince, what would you like to do with this body...".

Qingyun couldn't tell. This body originally belonged to Yan Siyuan. It seemed a little bad that they wanted it.

Yan Siyuan understood what she meant and nodded "yes" without hesitation.

Qingyun was a little surprised, "Why?"

Yan Siyuan was quiet for a while, "Tianjia... is not good, I don't like this status. The prince of Tianyuan Kingdom, this position is not easy to sit in, I don't want it anymore."

He said it with a smile, but Qingyun noticed the bitterness in his words.

I have lost my biological mother since I was a child. It is too difficult to survive in the palace, a place that eats people without spitting out their bones. Although he was not favored by Emperor Yan, he was already tired of this status.

"Then what kind of identity do you want?" Qingyun didn't talk about the destruction, but asked him what kind of identity he wanted.

Yan Siyuan pondered for a while, seeming to be really thinking about Qingyun's question. Chu Huaizhou gradually frowned and was a little shaky. Seeing that he could no longer hold on, Qingyun was also a little anxious.

Unexpectedly, Yan Siyuan actually sneered, "I don't want my identity anymore, I want my mother to be married."

Qingyun's eyes widened, "What do you mean...".

If Yan Siyuan really wants an identity, Qingyun will help him achieve it. It's not difficult, it just takes time.

Yan Siyuan chuckled, "I have lived enough in this world. Otherwise, I would not stay in his consciousness forever without resistance. Because I don't want to."

Qingyun still didn't understand his approach, "Actually, you still have a choice. I can find you an ordinary identity, and then you can live a good life...".

"Thank you, forget it. Please treat my guards well, they are all very good people. Also, I will ask my mother below to find out the truth about my mother's death.

Also, he is really attentive to you, cherish him, and more..."

When the clouds and mist dissipated, he didn't even give Qingyun a chance to speak. Qingyun stretched out her hand to stop it, but the clouds dissipated too quickly and she couldn't catch anything.

Chu Huaizhou was already breathing heavily. He formed a seal with his backhand and the fire around him went out. The room became quiet again, and Qingyun stood aside in despair.

Seeing Chu Huaizhou slowly collect his energy, he opened his eyes and looked at Qingyun, "Okay, okay, that's his own choice, help me up quickly."

Qingyun quickly walked to him, pulled him up, and helped him sit on a chair.

"Is Yan Siyuan okay?"

Chu Huaizhou drank tea and waved his hands repeatedly, "Okay, okay, I'm alive."

Qingyun then opened the door and window. When she opened the door, everyone wanted to come in, but Qingyun stopped them and said, "Wait for a while, wait until the smoke dissipates, and then go in."

Everyone looked at the mist floating out, and their footsteps stopped at the door.

Lu Xingci waved his fan in relief, "How is Yan Siyuan?"

"Don't worry, it's okay."

He breathed a sigh of relief, looked at the smoke floating in front of him, and fanned it aside with a fan.

After the smoke completely dissipated, everyone hurriedly entered.

Qing Xiao grabbed Qing Yun and looked up and down, "Is Xue'er okay?"

Qingyun shook her head, "It's okay."

After making sure Qingyun was fine, Qingxiao went to see Yan Siyuan. Yan Siyuan was still in a coma, but looking at his face, he looked much better than before.

Chu Huaizhou had already left, walked out of the room and shook off the dust on his clothes. He raised his hand for Wen Zeyi to hold.

Qingyun glanced at him laughing and said unhappily, "Why are you laughing?"