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

The lingering rain is like silver needles, penetrating into the bones silently, but painful to the heart.

In the mountains and forests outside the city, Qingyun was holding an oil-paper umbrella, dressed in plain white clothes, and wearing a bandana with cloud patterns on her forehead. Even those three thousand black hairs were barely tied behind their backs with a white hairband.

Shen Lingfei's face was haggard, his eyes were dull, and he only had yellow paper in the mechanical department. The white clothes on his body were covered with mud spots, but he didn't even look at them. The only thing in his eyes was the dancing fire in front of him. When his eyes touched the bluestone tablet in front of him, he showed even a hint of tenderness.

The rain splashed into puddles, and mud splashed at the base of the stone monument. Shen Lingfei suddenly frowned, grabbed the hem of his clothes, and gently wiped away the mud spots. Seeing that the stone tablet was clean and without any trace, he relaxed his brows.

Qingyun's hand holding the umbrella handle suddenly tightened. It is cold and windless here, surrounded only by tall woods, with stone tablets one after another faintly visible in the woods.

This is the ancestral land of the Shen family, and those buried there are all the ancestors of the Shen family.

In order to let Yuan Jinyan enter the Shen family's ancestral grave, Shen Lingfei knelt in the Shen family ancestral hall for three days and three nights until he fell unconscious. Shen Li later whipped him more than a dozen times, but he stood up without saying a word.

Shen Li had no choice but to reluctantly agree. However, she was only given the position of an equal wife.

The warmth of firelight on a rainy night is better than nothing. Even though it had been hit by the rain so many times, the fire didn't dim by half. Instead, it burned even brighter.

Qingyun lowered her eyes and looked at Shen Lingfei kneeling in front of the monument. He was hunched over, adding some yellow paper to the fire from time to time, and his back was stained with blood.

On the bluestone tablet are engraved several large characters: "The Tomb of My Wife Yuan Jinyan".

This was carved on by Shen Lingfei bit by bit. If Shen Li saw it, he would be punished for a while. But he still did it.

Qingyun didn't make a sound, she lifted up her already soaked skirt, slightly bent her knees and was about to kneel down, but was stopped by Shen Lingfei.

"You don't have to kneel, she won't blame you." Her voice was hoarse and dark, no longer as crisp and clear as before.

Qingyun slowly pushed away Shen Lingfei's hand and knelt down slowly. Putting the umbrella in her hand aside, the rain fell on her body, making her tremble, but her back remained straight.

"I know she won't blame me. She's also my friend, isn't she?"

Qingyun's eyes were red and swollen. She had cried so much that she didn't want to cry anymore. But when his eyes met with Shen Lingfei's, the tears couldn't help but roll down.

Shen Lingfei thought that Qingyun was willing to kneel down because she blamed herself. He naturally knew that it was not Qingyun's fault, and he didn't want her to kneel down. But after hearing this, she realized that she was not just blaming herself, but also because the person who died in front of her was also her friend.

Shen Lingfei's eyes flashed slightly, filled with tears. His eyes were unblinking, but tears fell first.

When he first learned that Yuan Jinyan was leaving, he just froze for a long time without crying. Even when he knelt in the ancestral hall until he fell unconscious, he felt nothing.

When he was being whipped, apart from the physical pain, his heart seemed to be sealed and he felt nothing. Even if he carved the stone tablet with his own hands and sent her to be buried in person, he was like an unintentional puppet with no feelings.

Even he himself doubted whether he didn't love Yuan Jinyan as much as he thought.

But the moment I looked at Qingyun, the moment I saw the sadness and worry in Qingyun's eyes. It was as if he had come to life again, his heart suddenly contracted, and he was so painful that he could not speak.

He opened his mouth slightly, but only vomited out a mouthful of black blood. The feeling of collapse flooded into his body like a wave. He couldn't bear it anymore and cried bitterly.

His hoarse throat kept bursting with sobs, and he was even choked to the point of being unable to speak. The pain was like being torn apart.

The person who should blame himself the most should be himself. It's because he takes it too naturally, and he thinks everything is too simple. It was his arrogance that destroyed Yuan Jinyan. If he had not persuaded her to leave, she would at least still be alive.

The uncontrollable sobbing sounded extremely sad and desperate in the forest full of graves.

Qingyun saw how he did everything calmly. The calmer he was, the worse it was. It's better to cry now than to hold it all in.

There was nothing she could do but stay by his side.

An hour later, Qingyun took the lead in leaving the Shen family's ancestral land. Yan Siyuan saw her coming out and quickly stepped forward to hold an umbrella for her. But it was no use now, she was soaked and her hair stuck to her cheeks.

Yan Siyuan helped her get into the carriage and wiped her cheeks with a handkerchief. The movements were gentle, but not slow at all.

Seeing that Qingyun's hair was completely wet, he was just about to use his inner strength to help her dry it when Qingyun grabbed his arm and said, "Yan Siyuan, let's enter the palace."

"Okay", he didn't ask why, he just gave an order to Song Heqing who was driving.

The carriage headed towards the palace. Yan Siyuan frowned and looked at Qingyun in front of him, "Let's change into clean clothes first, okay?"

He asked cautiously, fearing that she would get sick again if she got caught in the rain, and that she would be unhappy because of it. Qingyun is now so calm that it's a bit terrifying. The only thing that stands out is her red and swollen eyes.

Qingyun nodded slowly, "That's fine." She doesn't want the people who love her to worry.

The carriage arrived at the palace smoothly. At this time, Emperor Yan was in the Jinluan Hall.

An Shi went in to report, but Qingyun stood outside the hall, waiting to be summoned. Yan Siyuan tilted the umbrella in his hand, and his body was already wet, while Qingyun's body was not touched by any rain.

Soon the door of Jinluan Palace was opened. An Shi lowered his head and said respectfully: "Your Majesty, please invite the Princess and Ninth Prince to come in."

Qingyun held up her skirt and stepped forward. When passing by An Shi, he nodded to him as a greeting.

She was very familiar with this place. Ever since Emperor Yan's accident, he seems to have loved staying in the Jinluan Palace. Maybe it's because there are mechanisms left by Yuan Jinchuan here, which can make him feel safer.

Emperor Yan was lying on his side on the soft couch, with smoke rising not far away. He closed his eyes and took a nap. He seemed to be sleeping uneasily, and his brows trembled from time to time.

Qingyun and Yan Siyuan walked up to Emperor Yan. Qingyun knew that Emperor Yan was not asleep, so she slowly knelt down and said in a clear and loud voice, "My maid, pay homage to Your Majesty." He bowed his head slightly, but did not really bow.

Yan Siyuan knelt on one knee and said nothing.

The hall fell silent, except for the heavy breathing of Emperor Yan. If Qingyun hadn't felt that his breathing was uneven, she would have thought he was really asleep.

After a while, Emperor Yan opened his eyes. His cloudy eyes looked at the two people in front of him. One was completely white, and the other was mostly wet.

He hummed softly and sat up a little straighter. He didn't call the two of them to get up. The rich voice asked softly, "What do you mean, Princess?".

Bai Mian Sheng means collision. Of course Qingyun knew, that was what she really meant.