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

After sending Mo Jingchun away, Qingyun returned to the Prime Minister's Mansion.

As soon as the carriage stopped in front of the Prime Minister's Mansion, a high-pitched voice was heard outside: "Your Majesty has a decree to summon the eldest princess to the palace."

Qingyun opened the car curtain and saw An Shi who was saluting her respectfully, followed by the familiar Wang Shengjie.

Qingyun just glanced at it, then lowered the curtain, and a cold voice said "Let's go" from the carriage.

Anshi led the way all the way to the palace gate. Before she could open the car curtain, someone had already taken a step ahead of her.

The slender green-white fingers opened the curtain, revealing the smiling eyes. The slight curve of his thin lips made his already handsome face even more difficult to look away from.

However, Qingyun only paused for a moment, then quickly held his arm and walked down.

The people outside the palace knelt on the ground, obviously saluting Yan Siyuan. It's just that he didn't say anything. Now that he saw Qingyun coming down, he said calmly: "Get up."

The palace people stood up, and Yan Siyuan helped Qingyun get on the sedan chair again. Looking at Yan Siyuan, who was standing next to the soft sedan chair, Qingyun frowned slightly and asked, "Why don't you sit down?"

Yan Siyuan nodded and smiled, "I don't mind sitting with you, but I'm just afraid that you'll have to talk to those people in vain again."

Qingyun's brows furrowed even more tightly, and he knew she didn't mean this. He just felt that walking along such a long palace road was tiring, and he walked beside his soft sedan chair, fearing that he would lose face.

But what he said was not unreasonable. It was a shame to sit with her, and it didn't seem right to sit alone.

Although he is a prince, neither Yan Jingcheng nor Yan Muen can ride in a soft sedan. A grown man can't even walk this far, and he won't make people laugh in vain.

After starting to walk, Qingyun realized that her worries were unnecessary.

Yan Siyuan walked beside her, walking parallel to her sedan chair. Not one step too fast, not one step too slowly.

The mysterious silk robe, fox fur cape, and white fur collar make his face even more noble, and the dark lines on his body are faintly visible in the sunlight.

There is a dark green jade pendant hanging around her waist, and her long hair is tied on top of her head with a jade crown. Just the aura that spreads all over his body is impossible to ignore, and even the surrounding world becomes a foil.

It is in sharp contrast to the people next to him. If you really regard him as a subordinate, you are truly blind.

Probably feeling Qingyun's gaze, he raised his head and looked towards Qingyun. The originally distant and cold eyebrows suddenly revealed a gentle smile like spring water.

Qingyun was caught off guard and indulged in it. Her white cheeks turned pink, like plum blossoms blooming in winter, touching and proud.

Yan Siyuan couldn't help laughing. It was also Qingyun who quickly looked away, her cheeks getting even redder.

Yan Siyuan's laughter gradually became wilder, "This face has really not grown in vain."

After hearing the words, Qingyun despised his narcissism in her heart, but she had to admit that his face was truly one of a kind. If I hadn't been ugly, I would have become his foil.

"What are you doing in the palace?" Qingyun hurriedly changed the subject.

Yan Siyuan complied with her wishes and said, "Come and discuss matters."

An Shi smiled brightly and said respectfully: "Elder Princess, His Highness the Ninth Prince has been in the palace early this morning. He just heard that you were coming, so he was waiting at the gate of the palace early."

Qingyun raised her eyebrows and did not comment on An Shi's words, "Do you know what your Majesty called me to do?"

"Didn't Xue'er guess it already? Why ask again?"

Qingyun pursed her lips, she had indeed guessed it. She had an idea when she saw Wang Shengjie.

Wang Shengjie is the head of the Taiyuan Hospital, and he has been waiting in front of Emperor Yan every day recently. He was already dispatched, so it must be a physical problem with Emperor Yan.

But she had given the prescription for good health to An Shi a long time ago, so there shouldn't be any more problems.

"I guessed a bit, but I'm not as clear as you." After all, he had been in the palace all along and must have been at the scene of the crime.

"An hour ago, my father and I were discussing something in the royal study. My father suddenly fainted and asked the Imperial Physician Wang to see him. But the Imperial Physician Wang could do nothing, so he asked you to come here."

Qingyun nodded and looked at Wang Shengjie on the other side, "Physician Wang, can you tell what's going on with His Majesty?".

Wang Shengjie bent down and held his hands toward Qingyun, "Go back to the eldest princess, I can only see that your Majesty is physically weak, but I can't see anything else. I apologize for my incompetence." After saying this, he bowed to Qingyun.

Qingyun's eyes shifted again, this time to An Shi.

An Shi understood and said: "Back to Princess, Your Majesty has used the method you taught us. In the past few days, my health has been much better, and there is no pain like the previous days, but...".

An Shi did not continue talking, he just lowered his head and looked a little depressed.

But Qingyun had roughly understood and did not ask any more questions.

All the way to the Yangxin Hall, Emperor Yan was lying on the dragon bed, his eyes closed tightly, his face was gray and lifeless.

An Shi dismissed the surrounding servants, and in just a moment, only the three of them were left in the Yangxin Hall. Of course, there is also a lying Emperor Yan.

Qingyun stretched out her hand to feel her pulse and slowly closed her eyes. After a quarter of an hour, he released Emperor Yan's wrist and frowned.

Yan Siyuan did not rush to ask, but took a look at An Shi first. An Shi retreated very wisely. At this time, there were only two people left awake in the Yangxin Hall.

"The remaining poison in Your Majesty's body has spread, and it is draining his body bit by bit," Qingyun said slowly.

Yan Siyuan didn't change much, he just said: "Can it be saved?".

"It depends on whether you want to save him or not. The residual poison is so violent that even though my medicines are suppressing and recuperating it, as the invasion of the residual poison deepens, those medicines will have no effect.

If you want to completely remove the remaining poison, I'm afraid it will take a person with deep internal strength to exert all his energy."

That's why she said whether she wanted to save him or not. First of all, Yan Siyuan is definitely not good. After what happened last time, his internal strength has not fully recovered. And his own skills were completely useless, leaving only some escape skills.

As far as she knew, the one who could save Emperor Yan now was probably far away and impossible to come to rescue him. One is right in front of you but you hate it to the core. Therefore, Emperor Yan's disease cannot be cured.

Yan Siyuan obviously understood Qingyun's meaning, nodded slightly and thought, "Xue'er would like him to live?".

If Qingyun still didn't want him to die, then he would find a way to save him. If Qingyun didn't care much, then Yan Emperor's life and death would be unnecessary.

Qingyun's brows furrowed into a frown, and she didn't know how to answer for a moment.

Yan Siyuan didn't want her to get entangled, so he pulled the person to his side and said, "It's okay, leave it to me."

Qingyun looked at Emperor Yan, then at Yan Siyuan, and finally nodded, unwilling to worry about it any more.