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

After several days of high-intensity medical practice, Qingyun barely slept a wink. She was either rescuing Zhen or making medicine, and she finally collapsed from exhaustion.

Yan Siyuan hugged Qingyun distressedly. She hadn't eaten well in the past few days, and Qingyun had lost a lot of weight. Now she had her eyes closed, her brows furrowed, and she didn't sleep peacefully.

Yan Siyuan pressed her face close to his, and could feel the hot body temperature coming from Qingyun.

In the past few days, he has been guarding the palace with troops, prohibiting the concubines from going out, and refugees are scurrying around. He has maintained a high degree of vigilance, and is also exhausted mentally and physically, but he is always by Qingyun's side and has never left.

He regretted that he should not have agreed to take her to see Emperor Yan.

Yan Siyuan raised his hand and gently stroked Qingyun's hair away from her face. His eyes were full of pity and remorse. Li Guanqi brought the medicine, and Yan Siyuan fed Qingyun the medicine bit by bit.

It was late at night and everything was still. The little imperial doctor guarding the medicine stove was dozing off. Someone quietly added something to each medicine jar without anyone noticing.

The next day, Qingyun woke up before dawn. She opened her eyes, looked around confusedly, and found herself in Yan Siyuan's arms.

Yan Siyuan closed his eyes tightly and was not sleeping soundly. Due to recent fatigue, Yan Siyuan had grown some stubble, which made his handsome face a little more mature.

Qingyun raised her hand and touched Yan Siyuan's face. Yan Siyuan woke up when Qingyun opened her eyes, but did not open them.

Feeling Qingyun's movements, she suppressed the throbbing in her heart and slowly opened her eyes. Qingyun saw Yan Siyuan opening his eyes and wanted to withdraw her hand, but Yan Siyuan pinched her wrist.

Qingyun's wrist was very thin and soft. Yan Siyuan suddenly felt that his palms were hot, and his expression deepened: "I'll touch it for you."

Qingyun's face turned red and she pumped her hands hard, but she was still ill and couldn't exert herself.

Yan Siyuan did not let go, and rubbed Qingyun's hand. Qingyun said solemnly: "If you let go, your beard will prick your hand."

Yan Si stopped and saw Qing Yun's red palms, feeling annoyed. She gently rubbed Qing Yun's palms. Yan Si Yuan's movements were so gentle that they were unreasonable.

Early the next morning, Li Guanqi rushed in and hurriedly gestured, "Your Highness is not well. There is something wrong with the medicine the refugees drank. Now everyone has gathered together to ask for an explanation."

Qingyun was awakened and wanted to get up from Yan Siyuan's arms, but Yan Siyuan held her down and picked her up directly.

"I'll carry you out." Qingyun knew that she had no strength now, so she didn't argue with him.

When they came outside the door, all the imperial doctors gathered together and looked at Qingyun with worried, mocking and jealous eyes.

When Qingyun first came to help, they all looked down upon her, thinking that Qingyun was just here to gain a good reputation, and how could the precious sedan lady have medical skills.

But as time went on, they swallowed all their unwillingness, and even the prescriptions for treating the disease were prepared by Qingyun.

They were opposed to it at first, but later they found that the prescriptions prepared by Qingyun were much more useful than the ones they prepared, and they had to admit that Qingyun's medical skills were far superior to theirs.

And with the passage of time, Qingyun gradually became the leader, but this did not prevent many imperial doctors from feeling that Qingyun was only superficial.

But now that something like this has happened, there are many people who are gloating about it.

Yan Siyuan scanned the crowd and took note of everyone with bad eyesight in his heart.

"Put me down," Qingyun's voice was weak.

Yan Siyuan gently put Qingyun down, but did not take back the hand holding Qingyun.

Everyone knelt down and saluted, "I have met His Highness Ninth Prince."

Yan Siyuan said coldly: "Get up, who can tell me what happened?"

Sharp eyes swept across the crowd, and everyone's hearts trembled. They were just gloating over the misfortune, forgetting how special Yan Siyuan was to Qingyun.

During this period of time, they all saw that Yan Siyuan was different from Qingyun. Although they still couldn't figure out Emperor Yan's attitude towards Yan Siyuan, Yan Siyuan was the ninth prince after all.

An older imperial doctor came out and said respectfully: "It was originally fine, but several refugees suffered from vomiting blood, coma, and even died after drinking Miss Qing's prescription."

He was too old for the hospital to accommodate people. She could clearly see Qingyun's medical skills and admired her very much. He didn't think it was Qingyun's problem.

Qingyun whispered, "What's going on outside now?"

A younger imperial doctor mocked: "Thanks to you, everyone is gathered outside now, asking for an explanation."

The other one also said angrily: "Hurry up and apologize, don't hurt us."

"Yeah, yeah, if you don't have that ability, what can you do?"

Someone echoed.

The old doctor sighed softly and shook his head. The current doctor no longer had the sincerity he once had.

Qingyun ignored the cynicism of these people, turned to look at the closed door, and said quietly: "Open the door."

Li Guanqi said, "No, if we open the door now, those refugees will rush in."

Qingyun didn't respond and repeated: "Open the door."

Before they could react, two young doctors had already opened the door. Yan Siyuan's deep and cold eyes stared deeply at the two of them, with a fleeting killing intent.

The door was opened, and refugees poured in, filling the hall instantly. For some reason, Qingyun became calmer at this time.

Yan Siyuan held Qingyun in his arms, a cold breath suddenly emanated from his body, and the words he spat out from his thin lips were so cold that they dropped "Song Heqing is dead?".

Song Heqing, who had just squeezed in, trembled. Knowing that Yan Siyuan was angry, he immediately led his troops to surround Qingyun and the others, separating the refugees from them.

There were still refugees who wanted to come forward, but Song Heqing drew out his sword, a cold light flashed across his face, and he did not dare to come any closer.

Qingyun took a breath and slowly approached the refugee, while Yan Siyuan protected her with both hands.

Qingyun said calmly: "You talk, I listen."

A woman had red and swollen eyes, holding a medicine bowl in one hand, with half a bowl of black medicine in the bowl, and holding a three or four-year-old child in one hand, and said ferociously: "It's you, it's your medicine, why do you want to hurt me?" My child, he is only three years old, I want you to be buried with him."

As he spoke, he rushed towards Qingyun, but was stopped by Song Heqing, who even wanted to kick her away.

"Stop" Qingyun quickly stopped.

Song Heqing stopped, and the other refugees almost ran away when they saw Song Heqing's actions, all complaining about themselves.

Qingyun's cold voice sounded, "Only by talking to each other one by one can we solve the problem. Nothing can be solved now."

Everyone was silent for a moment, and a man said: "We drank your medicine and the problem happened. We must give an explanation."

"Yes, I need an explanation."

"My husband hasn't woken up yet."

"You give me back my mother".

A girl rushed out from the gap and bumped into Yan Siyuan. She wanted to hit Qingyun, but Qingyun was protected by Yan Siyuan.

The girl kept crying.

Qingyun looked at everyone, her voice was not loud but it reached everyone's ears, "If I want to harm you, why do I have to save you? I save you first, then harm you, and I tire myself out. Am I sick?" .

Qingyun could no longer be elegant at this time.

The refugees became quiet, and the little girl was hugged by Li Guanqi.

"Who knows if you really want to save them? What if you are not good at medical skills instead of trying to harm others?"

A little doctor in the corner spoke up. This sentence ignited the refugees again, and everyone became irritable again.

Yan Siyuan looked at the imperial doctor as if he were looking at a dead person.