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

This is a black brocade robe filled with fox down. It doesn't look bulky and is extremely warm.

The cuffs and collar are embroidered with Ruyi cloud patterns, and the narrow waist and wide sleeves clearly reveal the advantages of Yan Siyuan's entire figure.

Yan Siyuan took the clothes from Chunhua's hand and looked at them for a while, showing no intention of changing into them in a hurry.

This is obviously not Qingxiao or Qingrongxu's clothes. The style is suitable for young men, so Qingrongxu doesn't fit the bill. And the color is not what Qing Xiao usually likes, so who does this clothes belong to?

Yan Siyuan racked his brains, but could not find anyone in the Prime Minister's Mansion who was suitable for this dress. The sword eyebrows were slightly frowned, as if there was a hint of sadness crossing over them.

The clothes on his body were wet. He was going to see Qing Rongxu, so he obviously couldn't be rude. Although he couldn't figure out who the clothes belonged to, he had no better choice. I asked someone to go back and get it, but I still had to wait.

When Yan Siyuan changed his clothes and came out, the eyes of the maid waiting outside lit up. Many of the little maids who saw him blushed and started whispering.

Chunhua pursed her lips and smiled softly. She respectfully handed the umbrella to Song Heqing who was next to her. She lowered her eyes and said, "These clothes are indeed suitable for His Highness Ninth Prince. It is not in vain that Miss spent more than a month to find the best materials and furs."

Yan Siyuan was stunned for a moment, then his heart warmed up and he asked: "You mean, Xue'er made these clothes for me?".

Chunhua smiled and nodded, "Yes, it was made a few days ago. The lady said that it was only suitable for hot weather before, but now that it is cold in winter, she ordered people to find this material and fur and make this dress."

Yan Siyuan stroked the cloud patterns on his sleeves, with a smile on his lips and a bit of joy in his eyes.

"Then why didn't Xue'er send it?"

Chunhua's smile didn't change, "I'm probably afraid of missing something."

Chunhua knows something, but it's hard to say clearly. She is a maid, and it is not good to know too much.

Yan Siyuan understood what she meant and didn't ask any more questions. Song Heqing left holding an umbrella.

Chunhua watched Yan Siyuan's tall back disappear into the rain curtain, turned around and went to Qingyun's boudoir.

Looking at Qingyun's sweet sleeping face, she couldn't help but frown. Then just like before, he took the basket, sat by the bed and started to embroider something.

She especially likes to do these things when Qingyun is sleeping. Firstly, she feels peaceful and at ease.

Yan Siyuan came to the study room unimpeded. As soon as he entered the door, he was greeted by Qing Xiao's flying knife. Yan Siyuan just tilted his head and hid, the flying knife nailing the door behind him.

Qing Xiao just glanced at him and continued to drink the tea in his hand.

Yan Siyuan had long expected that Qing Xiao would be here. Because when he and Qingyun were in the flower hall just now, Qingxiao also went there. He didn't stay too long and didn't bother him. He just took a look and left.

Qingyun didn't notice it, but he saw it.

He walked up to Qing Rongxu and bowed respectfully, "Uncle Qing, be well."

Qing Rongxu raised her head, her shrewd eyes looked up and down Yan Siyuan, and then she smiled.

"Your Majesty Ninth Prince, stop standing and sit down."

Yan Siyuan nodded and sat opposite Qing Rongxu, with the three of them sitting in a circle.

Qing Rongxu poured a cup of hot tea for Yan Siyuan and pushed it in front of him. Yan Siyuan took it with both hands, his attitude was dignified and humble.

Qing Xiao saw this and snorted disdainfully.

Qing Rongxu's expression did not change, and she smiled amiably, "Does His Highness Ninth Prince like my Xue'er?"

Yan Siyuan nodded, "Yes, the younger generation loves the eldest princess, and everyone in the world knows it."

Qing Rongxu smiled and shook her head, taking a sip of tea, "I don't care if the whole world knows it, I just want to know if Xue'er is also willing."

Yan Siyuan cupped his hands, his expression solemn and serious. After spending so many days together, Qingrong probably couldn't tell what he was thinking, but she was just pretending to be deaf and dumb. The formal conversation now should be related to what happened just now.

"Junior can't guarantee whether Xue'er is willing, but I am willing to wait until the moment she nods."

Qingrong Xu finally nodded, "That's true, but even if you are marrying by force, as long as Xue'er doesn't want to, I will definitely give in to His Highness the Ninth Prince's wish no matter how hard I try."

"Uncle, don't worry, this junior will never do this."

"One more thing".

"Uncle, please speak."

"Now His Majesty is dealing with the Prime Minister's Mansion, and the eldest princess Xue'er may be gone at some point. By then, His Highness Ninth Prince may not even have time to regret it. His Majesty, His Majesty, cannot tolerate the minister, this in-law, and His Highness Ninth Prince is still willing to marry ?".

"Yes," Yan Siyuan replied without hesitation, "The person this junior wants to marry is Xue'er or Qingyun, and she has never been the eldest princess."

"Really?" Qing Rongxu was not so easily moved by Yan Siyuan's words, and continued: "Perhaps in the eyes of outsiders, the Prime Minister's Mansion has long been closely connected with His Highness the Ninth Prince, and they have become in the same boat.

But His Highness Ninth Prince should know very well that the Prime Minister's Mansion has not done anything for you. Moreover, I will make it clear here today that the Prime Minister's Office will not be involved in the matter of seizing the direct descendant. Therefore, even if His Highness Ninth Prince marries Xueer, the Prime Minister's Mansion will not provide any help."

Qing Rongxu stroked his non-existent beard and spoke righteously.

Qing Xiao wanted to speak. He wanted to remind Qing Rongxu that Yan Siyuan did not want to be the emperor at all, and now Xueer recognized the virtuous king, not Yan Siyuan. The Prime Minister's Mansion cannot get rid of the matter of seizing the direct descendant.

But as soon as he opened his mouth, Qingrong Xu looked at him and pushed him back, so he could only continue to stare at Yan Siyuan with an unhappy expression.

Yan Siyuan's expression remained unchanged, "Uncle, don't worry, this junior is not willing to compete for that position, so naturally the Prime Minister's Mansion will not be threatened in any way. No matter who is in office in the future, it will not affect the position of the Prime Minister's Mansion."

Qingrongxu raised his chin. Of course he knew what Qingyun had done and he agreed with her approach.

But he still didn't believe that anyone would really give up that close position. As long as Yan Siyuan gives the order, there will definitely be many fans to help him get into that position. It is much easier than Yan Qin'ao to get that position.

But now Yan Siyuan talks calmly and seems to hate that position.

"Okay, okay," Qingrong Xu even said three words, "That's good. I hope His Highness Ninth will do what he says. I don't want to see the day when I and His Highness Ninth become a feud."

"Don't worry, uncle, that day will never happen."

Qing Xiao saw Qing Rongxu and Yan Siyuan getting along happily. Qing Rongxu's eyes when she looked at Yan Siyuan had changed from defensiveness at the beginning to relief and appreciation. Suddenly there was a feeling of unwillingness.

After patting the table, both of them turned their eyes towards him. Qingxiao cleared his throat and said, "I have one more condition."

Yan Siyuan raised his eyebrows and said, "Say."

"You can't take concubines, absolutely not, not even one."