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

Qingyun was shocked and at a loss for a moment.

She really didn't expect that her words would make Yan Siyuan cry. The man who made people feel scared just by standing there was actually made to cry by her words.

I hurriedly reached out to wipe the tears from the corners of his eyes, but as soon as I reached out my hand, in the blink of an eye, I was pulled into a warm embrace and wrapped up.

When she came to her senses, she found herself sitting on Yan Siyuan's lap, with his hot breath in her ears.

Realizing that she had been cheated, Qingyun turned around and glared at him, "You lied to me..."

As a result, when I turned around, I was dumbfounded.

Yan Siyuan's eyes were slightly red, with strong love surging in them, as if he was trying hard to endure something, and the veins on his neck bulged.

Seeing Qingyun turning to look at him, he reached out and turned her head away.

He was afraid that he could not control himself, his love, his body and his instincts. His instinct was probably to love her.

Qingyun was a little dazed, and felt Yan Siyuan rubbing against her neck, like a giant dog seeking the love of its owner, and she couldn't help but reach out and touch his head.

In fact, he lacks a sense of security. He lost him once, so he is afraid of losing him a second time.

Feeling Qingyun's touch, Yan Siyuan gradually calmed down.

The two did not separate until Haiyue came looking for them.

The Queen Mother looked at Qingyun, then at Yan Siyuan, and couldn't help but smile with her eyes curved.

"They are truly a perfect match."

Qingyun chuckled and asked, "When grandma was young, were she and grandpa very loving?"

The Queen Mother's smile faded, but she held Qingyun's hand tightly, saying, "There is not much affection between him and me. We just get what we need."

Qingyun knew that she had said the wrong thing and said quickly: "My granddaughter was too talkative."

The Queen Mother shook her head and said, "It's okay. These are just some old stories. Grandmother has never truly loved anyone in her life. You are an exception. Grandmother hopes that you can live a happy life."

"Don't worry, grandma. I will protect Xue'er all my life and never let her suffer any grievances again," Yan Siyuan said solemnly.

Qingyun looked at him. He seemed to be particularly close to people who were good to him, and every promise he made to her was extremely sincere.

Of course, the Queen Mother could see Yan Siyuan's determination, and she felt even more fond of them.

There was laughter and joy here, but there was chaos in the Qianqing Palace.

Wang Shengjie directed many imperial doctors to decoct medicine, take the emperor's pulse, and give him acupuncture. They tried every possible method before they managed to save Emperor Yan's life.

Just as he breathed a sigh of relief, he saw his apprentice running towards him in a panic, with some dirt and leaves on his body.

Seeing him rushing towards him as if he had seen a savior, Wang Shengjie staggered.

He grabbed the man from his body and said unhappily: "Why are you in such a hurry? Can't you see His Majesty is resting?"

Fang Yu then looked towards the Yangxin Palace in panic, and when he saw nothing was happening, he began to breathe heavily.

Wang Shengjie felt a little disgusted when he saw his apprentice in such a miserable state. He dragged him away from the Yangxin Palace and said, "Did you see a ghost in broad daylight? I asked you to learn some medical skills, but why did you end up in such a miserable state?"

Fang Yu recovered, still in a state of panic, probably because he was frightened. After all, he almost lost his life, how could he not be afraid.

"Master, I met the Ninth Prince."

Wang Shengjie understood instantly that this was scarier than encountering a ghost. He was no longer angry and considerately took off the leaves on Fang Yu's head.

Fang Yu grinned, but suddenly remembered Yan Siyuan's words. The smile instantly disappeared and he pulled Wang Shengjie closer to him.

"Master, the Ninth Prince has something to tell you."

Wang Shengjie's body swayed, but he quickly stabilized and glanced at Fang Yu, "You say."

"The Ninth Prince asked his disciple to tell you that your fate is determined by heaven."

Wang Shengjie straightened up, his eyes blank, and began to think about Yan Siyuan's words.

After a long time, as if he had made up his mind, he pulled Fang Yu's hand and said, "Don't tell anyone a word of what happened today."

Fang Yu nodded quickly. Although he didn't understand the meaning of the words, he understood their importance.

When Emperor Yan's condition stabilized, the Qianqing Palace became lively. The first to arrive was the Queen. Meng Zirou stayed in the Yangxin Palace for a long time before slowly walking out.

Looking at the concubines guarding outside, he slowly revealed a generous smile.

"His Majesty is not awake yet. If you sisters want to see him, it is better to go in one by one. Don't stay in there for too long, so as not to disturb his rest."

Everyone bowed and said, "Your Majesty, I obey your orders."

Then, a strange scene happened in the Hall of Mental Cultivation.

The concubines who usually fought to the death now entered the Yangxin Palace one by one in peace and stability according to their ranks.

Each of them did not stay for too long and came out soon. Some of them came out with tears on their faces, as if they were very worried about Emperor Yan's safety.

Wang Shengjie looked at everything in front of him, and looked at An Shi, and both chose to pretend to be blind.

In the evening, Meng Zirou also called all the concubines in the palace for a heart-to-heart talk and gave them rewards according to their ranks, saying that they were rewards for their hard work in taking care of His Majesty, which moved many concubines to tears.

Outside the palace, Qingrong Xu was indeed drinking with his colleagues.

This wine was a good one sent by Yan Siyuan, called "One Drunk, One Thousand Miles Away", with a rich aroma and a mellow taste, perfect for a couple of drinks when you are in a leisurely mood. However, this wine has a strong aftereffect, so it is not suitable for drinking too much.

Qing Rongxu was almost drunk with the wine in front of him. He poured a glass for Meng Xunji sitting opposite him and then poured himself another glass.

I couldn't wait to take a sip and sighed with enjoyment.

Seeing that Meng Xunji had no intention of touching the wine glass, Meng Xunji said: "I say, Old Meng, this Zui Qianli wine is a rare good wine, it can't even be found in the palace, why do you have to be so reserved."

Meng Xunji glanced at him indifferently and still did not touch the wine on the table.

"Don't worry, it's not poisonous," Qing Rongxu drank the wine in his hand in one gulp and poured himself another glass.

"Hmph, I'm not afraid of you poisoning me, but I still prefer tea to wine," Meng Xunji said slowly, glancing at the clear fragrant wine in the jade cup.

Qing Rongxu put down the wine cup and said, "Tsk, what's so good about tea? Only an old man likes it."

Meng Xunji was too lazy to argue with him and said directly: "Tell me, why did you call me here?"

"Old Meng, how long have you and I been fighting?" Qingrong Xu suddenly became serious.

Meng Xunji thought for a while and said, "More than 20 years."

"Yes, we have been fighting for more than forty years. When I first entered the officialdom, you were already an important official in the court. We have been fighting since then."

At that time, one of them was an important official of the previous dynasty, and the other was a supporter of Emperor Yan. Later, Meng Xunji defected, and this is how the two of them separated in the court.

"Yes, what do you want to say?" Meng Xunji poured himself a cup of tea, took it in his hand and smelled it.

"We almost died at each other's hands so many times, but now we are both still alive and sitting in front of each other. Time is really a magical thing."