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

No matter how much he pushed her, Qingyun would not let go of him.

Qing Rongxu had no choice but to stop thinking and said "this child".

He turned to the imperial study and shouted loudly: "Your Majesty, the time is up. I'm leaving. Your Majesty, thank you for your hard work." He was afraid that the other party would not know that he had finished his punishment.

Qingyun had no choice but to pull the person and walk out.

Emperor Yan in the Imperial Study Room also looked livid, "Tell me, am I punishing you too lightly? After kneeling for so long, you can still challenge me so arrogantly."

Isn't it just a challenge? Qing Rongxu knelt outside the imperial study for two hours, while Emperor Yan spent two hours in the imperial study reviewing the memorials without even leaving the door. Isn't that what Qingrong Xu said was hard work?

An Shi's face was filled with a smile: "Your Majesty, Prime Minister Qing dares to speak to you like this. Doesn't it just show that you are loyal, benevolent, kind and courteous?"

"Hmph, you can speak for Qing Rongxu, but those who don't know think you are a slave of the Prime Minister's Mansion."

Emperor Yan's tone was very calm, and his words sounded like a joke.

An Shi's heart skipped a beat, but the smile on his face remained unchanged, "Your Majesty is joking, of course my heart is towards you. If I speak for Prime Minister Qing, it doesn't show His Majesty's generosity towards Prime Minister Qing. What Your Majesty said, I'm afraid No, you don’t want to be a slave anymore?”

An Shi's expression was full of smiles from the front. He felt uneasy and fearful at the back, as if he was really afraid that Emperor Yan would drive him away.

A lot of doubts in Emperor Yan's heart were eliminated. He was indeed too indulgent towards the Qing family. People around him would inevitably read his thoughts.

"Okay, okay, I never said I don't want you."

"That's good, that's good, but it scares the slave to death." As he spoke, he wiped the sweat from his forehead. He was really sweating and was frightened by Emperor Yan.

His frightened look made Emperor Yan very happy.

As soon as Qing Rong Xu got on the carriage, Qing Yun wrapped her own cloak around Qing Rong Xu. He also moved the carbon basin towards him.

Without waiting to return to the Prime Minister's Mansion, he went directly to the Yingbin Building halfway. I asked for a private room, put in a few more charcoal pots, and asked the boy to go back and get some clothes to change into. She asked the waiter for a bowl of ginger tea, stared at Qing Rong and Xu finished the ginger tea, and then Qing Yun breathed a sigh of relief.

Seeing Qingyun's nervous look, Qingrongxu couldn't help laughing and wrapped her cloak tightly around her body.

"Hahaha, Xue'er, don't worry, dad is in good health, nothing will happen to him."

Qingyun glanced at him and reached out to feel his pulse. After making sure there was no problem, he let go.

Call Qiuyue, "Go and call for some food. I want something warm and tonic."

"Yes", Qiuyue Fushen, naturally knew that this was prepared for Qingrong Xu.

Seeing that her daughter cared so much about herself, Qingrong Xu Yao couldn't help but blush, "It's not in vain, my father's daughter's pain is not in vain."

Qingyun couldn't laugh, "Dad, I'm sorry. My daughter should have gone to His Majesty to plead for mercy. I...".

"Okay, okay," Qing Rongxu interrupted Qingyun, "I understand, if you go and beg His Majesty, Your Majesty will definitely let Dad go.

But at the same time, the power of our Qing family has been overwhelming, and our reputation of having to make concessions even to His Majesty cannot be erased. That is the result that most people want to see, including His Majesty. Dad knows what you think."

Qingyun's eyes were slightly red. Of course she knew that Qingrong might be able to sort everything out, and she also understood what she meant by doing so. But she wasn't apologizing for the incident.

It's because of one's own ignorance and one's own willfulness. The Prime Minister's Mansion was already powerful. In the past, Qing Rongxu was in control of the court, and in the back, Qing Xiao was deeply loved by the people. He was on par with the Meng family who controlled the harem, which could be regarded as stabilizing the balance in the court.

But she seemed to be blind, breaking this balance. So if you want to stabilize the court again, you have to either lift up the Meng family or suppress the Qing family.

Qingyun was very famous at that time. Emperor Yan couldn't hold him down, so he chose to lift the Meng family.

But the Meng family is useless and cannot be lifted up. Then there is only one way left, to suppress the Qing family.

Since the Qing family has a good reputation, let’s raise it even higher. If it is so high that the Qing family cannot bear it, they will fall down. Perhaps Emperor Yan had already thought of this method when he jumped up the ranks and conferred the title of Princess Qingyun.

Qingyun did not continue to explain. Qing Rongxu and Qing Xiao saw it more clearly, but they still let Qing Yun do it without hesitation without any hindrance.

Whenever Qingyun accomplishes something, Qingrongxu's eyes can't hide the pride and praise. I can't wait to show off to the whole world how outstanding my daughter is. So, how could he be willing to suppress her?

The food arrived quickly. Qingyun got a bowl of chicken soup for Qingrongxu and pushed it in front of him. Qingrong Xu drank every bit of it.

"Dad, do you think this is Sister Lin's fault?".

In Jincheng, a severe drought began more than two months ago. Originally, the drought was not very serious, so several officials were sent to deal with the disaster. Things that could obviously be completed in more than a month have now become out of control.

Not long ago, Lin Ruochu sent a secret letter. Meng Minjiang molested the daughter of the local magistrate. The daughter couldn't bear the humiliation and committed suicide by drowning herself in the river.

The local magistrate was furious and tried his best not to get an official position but to make Meng Minjiang pay with his life. But after all, Meng Minjiang was a minister of the dynasty, and there was a trace of Meng Xun on it, so he had long been used to wandering. He was just a prefect, and he didn't even notice it. The prefect was suppressed and was not allowed to report it.

When the prefect found out, he tied up Meng Minjiang violently and wanted to kill him directly.

Although Meng Minjiang was at fault, the drought situation had not yet been resolved. Meng Minjiang has the highest official position among them. If he is gone, not to mention that they will also be implicated, even the drought in Jincheng cannot be solved.

Those who came with them to provide disaster relief did not listen to them at all. Therefore, we can only stabilize Meng Minjiang first.

But the magistrate was obviously smart and didn't believe what Lin Ruochu and Jin Shui said. Helpless, Lin Ruochu could only ask Qingyun for help, and with her identity, she temporarily saved Meng Minjiang.

Unexpectedly, Meng Minjiang was not only unrepentant and responsible for the disaster, but also had affairs with many women.

These are all good-natured women who have no choice but to devote themselves to him in order not to starve to death and for a bowl of rice.

But he used it and threw it away. In order not to be discovered, he piled the corpses together with those who died of starvation. In just half a month, the stench of corpses turned into a plague.

One dyes ten, ten dyes one hundred. The entire Jin City turned into a powerful city in just over a month.

Lin Ruochu was so angry that he no longer ignored Meng Minjiang and directly ordered people to lock him up. With the Dragon Control Order, the entire Jin City was sealed off, and no one was allowed to enter or exit.

An urgent letter was sent to the capital. It was just that Ye Xin intercepted him halfway and added fuel to the fire, focusing on the parts that were beneficial to Meng Minjiang. This was the origin of the argument in the early morning.