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

Qingyun didn't care much and kept arranging flowers with her hands. Various beautiful flowers were arranged into an orderly bouquet in her hands and placed in a vase, which was pleasing to the eyes.

"It's only the first day. Just wait and see. Once they realize what's going on, there will definitely be some commotion."

"It's okay, just keep making trouble, they will soon be unable to make any more trouble."

Qingyun looked at the flowers that she had just arranged in front of her that were messed up, glared at someone who was still making trouble, and said unhappily: "Go away, stop bothering me. There should be news from Shen Lingfei, go and take a look."

Yan Siyuan pursed his lips and said, "What's there to be proud of him? He's a grown-up, he knows what to do."

"Then go ahead and walk around, don't mess around here."

Qingyun stretched out her hand to push the person out, and Yan Siyuan could only follow her strength and walk out, sighing.

He arrived at the imperial study with a dark face. Looking at Yan Qinao who was blocked by the memorial, he could not feel sympathy. Instead, he said sarcastically: "What? Is this not possible?"

Yan Qinao raised his head from the pile and looked at Yan Siyuan. Seeing that he looked like a bullied person, he knew that he was unhappy with Qingyun and came to him to vent his anger.

He shook his head and chuckled, "If I were really overwhelmed by this little memorial, then I really couldn't sit in this position."

"It's not too late for you to regret now. After all, I'm just acting as the boss."

Yan Siyuan casually picked up a memorial and took a look. It was all about trivial matters and nonsense. It was obvious that the memorial was dissatisfied with Yan Qinao's governance and was meant to disgust him.

Yan Qinao raised his eyebrows and said “no regrets”.

Yan Siyuan seemed not to have heard what Yan Qinao said. He snatched the brush from his hand, wrote a few big bright red words on the memorial, snorted coldly, flicked his sleeves and left.

Yan Qinao took the memorial that Yan Siyuan had just approved. The red pen strokes were free and unrestrained, but the words were unquestionable.

"It's all nonsense and meaningless. If I don't want to be an official anymore, I might as well retire and return home."

Looking at the bright red font, Yan Qinao fell into deep thought.

In just a few days, the court became quiet, and even those who asked to see the Queen Mother and the Empress stopped making a fuss.

Because the court is now laying off many officials, no matter how big or small the official position is, Yan Qinao can always find a reason for you to retire and return home.

Those who committed serious crimes will have their homes confiscated directly.

In less than a month, the homes of five officials had been raided. From the first-rank ministers to the seventh-rank officials, Yan Qinao had not prevented any of them, and even the evidence he produced had left them speechless.

Only then did everyone suddenly remember who was in front of them.

He is the one who is called the favored son of heaven, the god of war who is a master of military tactics and has won many battles. I also understand that he has not let go of anything in all these years of silence.

No one knows how he got the evidence, and no one knows how many people he has under his control. Ignorance is the most terrifying thing.

Even Emperor Yan's Xiaowei Camp was driven away by him to guard Emperor Yan.

The court gradually stabilized, but the Qianqing Palace became as quiet as the cold palace. Apart from the imperial physicians who passed by from time to time, no one else was there.

Emperor Yan lay on the bed like a lost dog. He took the detoxifying pills he developed, which could cure all poisons.

He had checked his own pulse and found that there was no poison in his body. However, every night he would still feel excruciating pain, as if he was being tortured to death. No matter how he screamed, no one came to check.

After half a month of continuous torture, he had already become emaciated and looked like he would die at any time. But someone would not let him die and would feed him life-extending ginseng soup every day, making him unable to die or live.

"Mu Jingzhi," a clear voice sounded, echoing in the empty environment.

Emperor Yan suddenly opened his eyes and looked around in panic, as if trying to find the source of the sound.

Before he could find the person, the entire Yangxin Palace suddenly lit up. The lampshade was lit, not with flickering candlelight, but with a blinding white light.

Having not seen the light for a long time, Emperor Yan's eyes narrowed due to the sting, and it took him a long time to adjust to the light.

A palace maid helped him up and considerately placed a soft gold-thread pillow behind his back.

Soon, he saw who was coming.

Qingyun was sitting on a chair, wearing a white gauze dress with delicate pink plum blossoms embroidered on the cuffs. The dotted patterns were very pretty, and the white color made her skin look even whiter.

There was only a pearl tassel hairpin on her head, without any other decorations. She looked like a saint from the fairyland, bright and sacred.

But in Emperor Yan's eyes, he looked more like Bai Wuchang in the Hall of Yama.

"It's Qingyun," Yan Di's voice was hoarse, and the sound it made was like the friction of sand and gravel, which was hard to hear.

Qingyun had a faint smile on her face and pity in her eyes, and nodded calmly, "It's me."

"You won, are you happy?" Yan Di said self-deprecatingly, but there was reluctance in his tone.

"Unhappy, Your Majesty is gone."

Emperor Yan's dark pupils suddenly shrank, and the corners of his mouth raised, "I don't know what you are talking about."

"You know, Mu Jingzhi."

"Cough cough cough... cough cough..." Yan Di suddenly started coughing, his chest heaving violently, and blood soon flowed from the corner of his mouth.

Qingyun waited for him to stop before continuing: "Should I call you Mu Jingzhi or Wuti?"

"Hahaha, I'm very curious, how did you discover it? Was it just pure guessing?"

Emperor Yan, oh no, it should be Mu Jingzhi now, suddenly laughed, and looked at Qingyun with incredible eyes.

"It's impossible to guess, it's just that the library was struck by lightning, did you know?"

"Impossible! Even if you find the secret room, you won't be able to find anything else. There's obviously nothing important in there."

"Of course, you took away all the useful things, but there was a scroll of runes that you abandoned."

Mu Jingzhi widened his eyes and said, "You can understand it? How can you understand it? That's what our ancestors left behind."

He could see that Qingyun had a different soul, but he couldn't tell where Qingyun's soul came from, so he always thought that Qingyun's soul was from this world.

"Yes, I understand. In fact, that thing is useless. It can only show that you used the Soul-Exchange Formation."

"Then how did you know my real name?"

He didn't believe it. Everyone in this world who knew his identity had died long ago. He didn't believe that anyone still knew his name. He hadn't heard this name for many years.

"Mu Jingzhi, the fifth son of the previous Emperor Li. Your birth mother was just a little maid in the palace, powerless and without any influence. She passed away after giving birth to you, so you grew up in difficulty.

After Emperor Li died, Emperor Yan killed all of Emperor Li's sons and concubines, leaving no one alive.

The reason you didn’t die is that you were not in the royal jade disc and were not recorded. And when you were found, you didn’t look like a prince at all, so you were able to escape.”

In fact, Qingyun did not say many things. Mu Jingzhi's mother was very beautiful, so he was not bad either. He was already very handsome when he was very young.