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

Time seems to stand still at this moment. Neither of them moved, maintaining this extremely awkward posture.

Yan Siyuan's eyes widened even more, and his heart was filled with astonishment. There was a rare blush on Yumian's face. At this time, he could no longer maintain his usual image, and he felt a little at a loss for a moment.

Qingyun was even worse, especially when she understood where she was, she closed her eyes in despair.

Just when the two were in a stalemate, the carriage stopped.

Song Heqing opened the curtain and said, "Your Highness, Princess, you didn't...".

Before he could finish what he said next, he exclaimed and lowered the curtain. He quickly added, "My subordinates didn't see anything." If there is no three hundred taels of silver here, it makes the two people in the car even more embarrassed.

The one who reacted the fastest was Yan Siyuan. He raised his hand and made a fist, put it to his lips and coughed. He pulled Qingyun up and said, "This is far from the Chinese New Year. Xue'er doesn't need to make such a big gift."

Qingyun got up with an attitude of looking forward to death, without even opening her eyes. But when he heard Yan Siyuan's words, his eyes suddenly opened.

He immediately said: "You think so beautifully, even if it's the Chinese New Year, I won't be able to salute you."

Yan Siyuan raised his lips and chuckled, "Really, was Xue'er just...?"

Yan Siyuan's ambiguous words made Qingyun's mood, which had just calmed down, become tense again. His face was red and his eyes were wide with anger.

"I...I...I didn't sit still."

Yan Siyuan's eyes jokingly said, "Really? But the carriage has stopped, why don't you see Xue'er getting up?".

Qingyun's face turned even redder, and she wanted to find a crack in the ground to crawl in. But it is obvious that there is no ground seam in the carriage.

"That's...I didn't react. Yes, I just didn't react."

Yan Siyuan looked at her questioningly, and even moved a little closer.

The distance between the two instantly narrowed, and Qingyun instinctively ducked back. Until he leaned against the wall of the carriage behind him, unable to escape.

Seeing that Yan Siyuan was about to kiss her, Qingyun couldn't help but put her hand against his chest.

His chest was very hard, and she could feel his warmth from the fabric. And because she was shy, the temperature of her palms was not low at all.

She closed her eyes and shrank her neck, "You...don't come here."

Yan Siyuan stopped as expected, looked at Qingyun who shrank into a quail in front of him, and couldn't help but curl his lips and smile.

Seeing Yan Siyuan's smile at such a close distance, even though Qingyun was scared, she still couldn't help but indulge in it. Especially when looking into his dark eyes.

Yan Siyuan originally just wanted to tease her, but now her face is like a peach blossom, pink and delicate, and her clear apricot eyes are a bit watery. He could see his reflection in her eyes, just himself.

The red lips were slightly open, as if waiting for someone to pick them. His little hands touched his chest, burning his chest. He could clearly hear his own heartbeat, or maybe it was hers.

I couldn't help but swallow, my Adam's apple rolling up and down. His eyes darkened and he got a little closer again. This time, he could feel her hot breath, and his eyes deepened.

"Is that okay?" His thin lips parted slightly, and his voice was low and hoarse, as if he was trying to suppress something.

Hearing his voice, Qingyun raised her head. His lips touched Yan Siyuan's chin.

Yan Siyuan's hand holding the car curtain suddenly tightened, his fingertips turned white, and blue veins suddenly appeared.

Qingyun didn't nod, so he didn't dare to move. So I reluctantly asked again, "Can...?". There was an involuntary rolling in the throat, this time with begging.

Qingyun could tell, and just when she was about to respond, the car curtain was opened again, "Your Highness...Your Highness, um...". Song Heqing's voice was trembling. He didn't even dare to pull the curtain too far, he only opened a small opening and made a shaky sound.

Yan Siyuan closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and when he opened his eyes again, it was clear. He leaned over and kissed Qingyun's forehead, slowly stood up and sat back to his original position.

Eyes like frost looked at Song Heqing and said, "Say!".

Song Heqing was even more frightened now, and even lowered the little curtain. He was about to cry but without tears, he said: "Your Majesty... Your Majesty, someone is stopping the car."

After Yan Siyuan left, Qingyun gradually recovered. At that moment, she really wanted to nod. Fortunately, Song Heqing interrupted in time.

Couldn't help but let out a breath. I don't know whether it was a feeling of joy or regret spreading in my chest. Touch your chest gently to calm your beating heart.

She could feel Yan Siyuan's emotion, and her hands could even feel his violent heartbeat, which was stronger than her own.

He raised his hands, a little dazed.

Seeing that Qingyun had not completely recovered, Yan Siyuan was not in a hurry. Hearing Song Heqing's voice, he frowned slightly, opened the car curtain and walked out.

It was dusk now, and their carriage was parked on the side of the street. There were many people around, looking over curiously.

Not only was the carriage luxurious and expensive, but the woman blocking the carriage was also beautiful with thick eyebrows and big eyes.

When Yan Siyuan came down, more people came to see him. After all, who doesn’t like good-looking people. What's more, things like gossip are engraved in genes and cannot be changed.

Yan Siyuan got off the carriage and looked at the people in front of the carriage displeased.

Meng Zihan wore a blush pink dress and a flowing bun. Blocking the carriage in front of her, she looked too petite compared to the tall carriage.

Seeing Yan Siyuan, a smile instantly appeared on her slightly angry face. She took two steps towards Yan Siyuan and bowed Yingying, "I have met His Highness Ninth Prince."

Yan Siyuan didn't let her get up, but just looked at her indifferently.

Meng Zihan noticed the impatience in Yan Siyuan's eyes, so he straightened up naturally without getting angry. He thought he was smiling brightly and said: "It turns out that it was really His Highness the Ninth Prince's carriage. Zihan thought he stopped it by mistake."

Song Heqing was speechless. There was a sign hanging on the corner of the carriage. The word nine is clearly written on it, and anyone who is not blind knows that this is the carriage of His Highness Ninth Prince. What's more, there is a living sign like him driving the car in front. Meng Zihan is trying to cover his ears.

Yan Siyuan's mood became even worse, and his tone was a bit chilly, "What's the matter?"

The smile on Meng Zihan's face froze for a moment, but he quickly adjusted it, "It's nothing, I just caught someone raped."

She smiled innocently and looked at Yan Siyuan seriously with her big eyes, but she didn't know how shocked the others were by the words in her mouth.

Hiss——, the people around him took a deep breath, with excitement in their eyes.

Catch an adulterer? Whose traitor should I catch? Now there is only one person in front of him, His Highness Ninth, and that must be His Highness Ninth. Meng Zihan was really brave to dare to catch His Highness Ninth Prince in adultery.

However, she is different from the past. Her sister has become the Queen Mother, and her status has naturally increased.