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

The white jade flag fell on the chessboard and made a crisp sound. Like drops of clear spring from a mountain stream, creating a ripple on a hot afternoon.

Yan Qin'ao stared at the chessboard under his hands, hesitating to place a piece. Turn a deaf ear to Qingyun's words. Jian's eyebrows furrowed slightly, as if he was having difficulty with what he was seeing.

Although he didn't answer, Qingyun knew that he heard her. Moreover, no answer is already the best answer.

Qingyun slowly raised her lips and smiled to herself, "How do Xian Wang's legs feel these days?"

Yan Qin'ao rarely raised his head, confused by the change in Qingyun's topic. When Qingyun fell for a while, she quickly lowered her head to think, for fear of being a step too late.

"I have some feelings, and I would like to thank you for your hard work."

"Of course I have to thank you. I prayed to famous doctors all over the world to have some hope. Now I can see that I will be cured. Is the wise king still happy?"

Qingyun's words were full of sarcasm, and Yan Qin'ao heard it clearly. The chess piece is held between two fingers, resting on the chin as he contemplates the next move.

"You can't tell me bluntly. It's so yin and yang, but it makes me a little bit at a loss."

The smile on Qingyun's face faded, her crow eyelashes trembled slightly, and the drooping shadow covered the expression in her eyes.

"You have met Wan Guyi, and you asked Liu Yunyan to help me find people. You know that he is beside Meng Xiaoxiao, and he is watching us looking for people all over the world. You know that he is the key to my injury, but you still choose to remain silent. I I really didn’t know that that person was so important to you that you protected him so much.”

He tightened his grip on the chess piece in his hand and raised his eyelashes like fans. Looking at Yan Qin'ao with anger in his eyes, he questioned without mercy.

Yan Qin'ao's expression did not change, and he looked at the chessboard in front of him calmly, without even raising his eyes. When Qingyun mentioned his legs, he understood what Qingyun meant. Qingyun is here today to question her.

He placed the chess pieces carefully and breathed a sigh of relief. Looking up at the angry Qingyun in front of her, a flash of panic flashed through her heart. Avoiding Qingyun's sight, he poured a cup of herbal tea and pushed it in front of Qingyun.

"It's hot, so it's better to be less angry."

Qingyun glared at him and drank all the tea in the cup. The cold tea entered his throat, dispelling some of the anger in his heart. This cold scented tea was actually better than the one in her yard. I couldn't help but take a second look.

Yan Qin'ao laughed when he saw this, "This is the new lily tea in the palace, sent by Yuna."

Qingyun was not annoyed when her thoughts were revealed, "In that case, then send them all to the Prime Minister's Mansion. The princess loves white tea, and you don't like this scented tea even more. Don't waste it."

Qingyun crossed her arms over her chest, acting as if it was natural. He raised his eyes and motioned to Yu Chuan, "Go and send all the scented tea in your house to the Prime Minister's house."

Yu Chuan hesitated and looked at Yan Qin'ao. Just now, I was given a blank look because of the report, and if I do it again now, I'm afraid I'm going to get a beating.

Yan Qin'ao smiled and shook his head, giving Yu Chuan an affirmative look. Yu Chuan left after receiving the order, but Murong Yao beside him couldn't sit still and looked at Yan Qin'ao anxiously.

Qingyun was right. Neither Shi Fenglan nor Yan Qin'ao liked this scented tea, but she liked it very much. It had only been a day since it was delivered, and she had already drank a lot. Yan Qin'ao knew this, but still agreed to Qingyun without hesitation.

Since Qingyun has said everything, that's all. Yan Qin'ao will never make trouble on this, and he still wants to be shameless.

Qingyun glanced at the anxious Murong Yao and sneered, "Don't you keep some? I think someone still likes it."

Yan Qin'ao rolled his eyes at her, "Since it has been given away, there is no reason to get it back. It's just some scented tea. I'll just get some from the palace."

"Yes." Qingyun tapped on the chessboard, but her mind was thinking about how to get all the scented tea in the palace.

Murong Yao breathed a sigh of relief after hearing this, glared at Qingyun and became quiet again.

Having been with Yan Qin'ao for so long, she thought she still understood Yan Qin'ao. He could obey her in every little thing, but if she said too much about something he had decided, it would annoy him.

The chess game has not yet decided the winner, even Qingyun hesitates a little when making her move. Yan Qin'ao became more and more thoughtful.

"I have indeed seen Wanguyi a long time ago, and I also know that he is beside Meng Xiaoxiao. But the one who used gold powder ink was Jin San'er. No matter how much I thought about it, I would never think that the good doctor Wanguyi was related to him.

I just thought that he was invited by Meng Xiaoxiao to treat his face, so he didn't mention it. It was not intentional."

Yan Qin'ao's voice came slowly, with a hint of coolness, and no emotion could be heard.

Qingyun did not respond to his explanation, nor did she say whether she believed it or not. It's just that the sound of the move is smaller and slower.

Yan Qin'ao raised his eyes and glanced at Qingyun. Realizing that she was becoming serious, she couldn't help but pinch her fingertips.

"Did you take action?" Qingyun raised her thin lips, and her words were extremely cold.

"No, I just want to see the results."

"Then are you satisfied with this result?"

Yan Qin'ao pursed her lips, "...satisfied...".

Ah! Qingyun sneered, "Of course you are satisfied. Yan Muen died, the Liu family was confiscated. Meng Xiaoxiao was beheaded, and Yan Jingcheng missed the high position. Yan Siyuan was unconscious, and it was still unclear whether he was dead or alive. The only one who can sit in that high position now is You alone”.

Yan Qin'ao was flustered for a moment, and quickly fell down. He raised his head and looked at Qingyun, "You should understand what will happen if I help you."

"Do you think I'm blaming you for not helping?" Qingyun asked.

Whenever Yan Qin'ao takes action, the truth will be revealed. He raised soldiers and secret guards, and hid weapons secretly. No matter what the reason is, it will become a thorn in Emperor Yan's heart.

Yan Siyuan dared to reveal his trump card because he didn't care about his position or what Emperor Yan thought of him. But Yan Qin'ao couldn't. He had endured it for so many years and would not be stupid enough to expose himself for this matter.

Qingyun was angry that he was too anxious. If she didn't notice something was wrong with Emperor Yan, or if she didn't make preparations for the matter, the result would be their defeat.

At that time, Yan Qin'ao would never remain still like he is now. Qingyun has not healed his leg, so Qingyun must not die. At that time, he will definitely reveal his trump card and save Qing Yun, while getting rid of Yan Muen.

If he could, he would not leave Emperor Yan behind either. Because from the beginning, he never thought of letting Emperor Yan live.

Thinking of this, Qingyun's heart became cold. She knew that Yan Qin'ao hated Emperor Yan, but she didn't expect that he would hate him so much.

Yan Qin'ao did not hide his ambition. He did not feel guilty in response to Qingyun's question. Instead, he grinned, "It would be a pity to waste such a good opportunity."

"Yan Qin'ao, your leg injury hasn't healed yet, why are you so anxious?"

Qingyun's brows furrowed, and she couldn't bear it, so she softened her tone.