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

Qiuyue got on the carriage and knelt obediently in front of Qingyun, begging for praise. This weird look made Qingyun and Chunhua present laugh a little.

He stretched out his hand and rubbed the top of Qiuyue's hair, "Qiuyue is so smart. How did you know that the maid had bad intentions?"

Chunhua is also very curious about this. At the same time, I am also very happy that I am not the one to deal with it. Otherwise, he would definitely not have noticed the abnormality like Qiuyue, and would have fallen into that maid's trap.

Qiuyue's eyes rolled, and her expression was exactly the same as Qingyun's expression when she was about to trick someone, "Miss, that maid and slave know it."

"Oh? You actually know her. Whose maid is she?"

"That's Miss Meng's personal maid, her name is Chun Xing. When Miss Meng came to see you, she always took her with her."

Qingyun knew that Qiuyue had to remember it well, otherwise she would have revealed the identities of the powerful people in the capital, and would have been able to confront her real master with her life experience. I just didn't expect that even the maid next to the other party knew about it.

Even if Qiu Yue said it, Meng Zixuan came to her with Chun Xing. But her attention was all on Meng Zixuan, and she really didn't pay attention to the people around her.

"That's why you think there's something wrong with her?".

Qiuyue nodded, then shook her head, "Not entirely. If Miss Meng was really in danger, as a maid, she must have thought about going back to her master's house to find someone, instead of blocking the car halfway. Especially when she was blocking a car with her master. It's my opponent's car.

Even if she was in a hurry and stopped the carriage casually. But when the slave got out of the car, she knelt down and waited for the slave to ask, without looking very anxious.

Moreover, her voice was deliberately louder. She must have mustered up the courage to speak in such a loud voice. There was a tremor in her voice.

Later, the slave refused to tell her anything without asking her. When the servant saw that she had attracted so many people, she thought there must be something wrong with what she said next, so she thought of blocking her mouth and taking the people away before talking."

After saying that, Qiuyue cautiously raised her eyes and looked at Qingyun. This was something she did on her own initiative. Although it was for the good of her own lady, as a slave, it was considered overstepping.

Chunhua also noticed this and looked at Qingyun worriedly. Normally she is the most disciplined person, but now, she still wants Qiuyue to be punished less.

Qingyun stretched out her hand, and Qiuyue closed her eyes in resignation. There was no pain as imagined, but Qingyun helped her up. Then she opened her eyes and looked at Qingyun brightly.

Qingyun helped her up and sat down, and looked at her angrily, "What are you doing? Do you think your lady is such an unreasonable person?".

Hearing the joke in Qingyun's words, Qiuyue also laughed, "No, my lady is the most reasonable person."

Qingyun laughed and said, "You did a good job. Chunxing does have a problem. As for what she wants to do, we will know then."

Before Qiu Yue got on the carriage, a secret guard came to report that Meng Zixuan fought with Murong Yao in Prince Xian's Mansion. When Chun Xing came to her, he didn't want her to watch the fun.

All the way to Prince Xian's Mansion, the carriage stopped. Qiuyue and Chunhua got off the carriage first, one on the left and one on the right.

After getting off the car, I saw Yan Siyuan standing at the door of Prince Xian's Mansion. Just as I was about to speak, I was forced back by Yan Siyuan's look. The two of them were silent and just watched helplessly as Yan Siyuan reached out and opened the curtain.

Just a moment ago, he looked at the two of them with cold eyes, but in an instant, he turned to tenderness.

Qiuyue complained in her heart about the speed of Yan Si's face change. Chunhua's face was filled with relief, and she was obviously very satisfied with the future husband of the young lady in front of her.

Qingyun couldn't see what the two were thinking, but when Yan Siyuan's hand reached in, she already knew who it was.

Not only because of the scars on his hands, he is the only one in the capital with such courage.

After holding Yan Siyuan's arm out of the carriage, Song Heqing pulled Chun Xing off the carriage.

Qingyun glanced at Chun Xing, who looked panicked, and walked inside. Yan Siyuan followed her.

"Why are you in Prince Xian's Mansion?" Qingyun asked.

Yan Siyuan laughed, "Those who came to see the show, no matter what, I kicked everyone here. I always want to see what they can do."

Qingyun glared at him, but he still had the nerve to say it.

Yan Siyuan didn't feel disgusted at all, but smiled.

The two of them took Chun Xing all the way to the backyard. Before he even got close, he could already hear cries in the courtyard. She cried hoarsely, as if she was afraid that others would not know her injustice.

Hearing this voice, Qingyun frowned slightly. Immediately, gentle hands covered her ears, blocking out the sharp sounds.

Qingyun turned her head in surprise and met Yan Siyuan's smiling peach blossom eyes.

Because he wanted to cover her ears, he bent down and got very close to her. Qingyun could even see his long eyelashes. Because of the smile in his eyes, they were much softer and less cold than usual.

Qingyun pursed her lips, reluctantly looked away, and stepped into the courtyard.

A woman was sitting on her knees, crying hysterically, her mouth opened wide, and the corners of her bright red lips were stained with almost dry blood. Even his body was covered with whip marks one after another.

Her hair was as messy as a chicken coop, hairpins and beads scattered all over the floor, none of them intact. Her beautiful face is now full of pear blossoms, her eyes are red, and she must have been crying for a long time.

On the other side, a woman was sitting on the Taishi chair, looking down at the woman on the ground, her eyes full of ridicule and contempt.

She is dressed in red clothes and has her hair tied into a woman's bun. He held a red whip in his hand, with blood stains on it. Look down at the person in front of you with a victor's attitude. If the scratches on her neck weren't so obvious, Qingyun would really think she had won.

When she sensed someone coming, her crying stopped abruptly. The two of them looked over at the same time.

After seeing clearly that the person coming was Qingyun, her crying became more violent. Meng Zixuan crawled towards Qingyun frantically, as if she had found a savior.

Qingyun frowned and stared at the imageless Meng Zixuan on the ground. She could imagine that if Meng Zixuan hadn't been so angry, she would never be like now. Even if he really lost to Murong Yao, he would not be so embarrassed.

Seeing Qingyun's displeasure, Yan Siyuan gave Song Heqing a look.

Song Heqing understood and threw the Chun Xing aside. He stepped forward and picked up Meng Zixuan, who was crawling darkly on the ground, and blocked her mouth.

Meng Zixuan's eyes widened, and she wanted to resist with all her teeth and claws, but she couldn't get rid of Song Heqing's imprisonment at all.

The world finally became quiet, and Qingyun's frown relaxed.

The opposite of Meng Zixuan is Murong Yao. When she saw Qingyun, her eyes were filled with vigilance and a hint of sarcasm.