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

Qing Xiao was resolute and stared at Yan Siyuan in front of him. He couldn't imagine how uncomfortable Qingyun would feel if Yan Siyuan took a concubine, even if Qingyun didn't say anything.

Qing Rongxu calmly sipped the hot tea. Mo Linghuai was not alone in his life.

Although he felt uncomfortable with the aunt Mo Linghuai was carrying, he did not refuse her. A few days ago, he also entered her house.

It was only later that Mo Linghuai became pregnant and he alienated her. Although she was later killed, her existence is an indisputable fact.

He also hopes that the other party can only have his daughter, but he also understands that it is a bit too much. Therefore, he could only wait and see Yan Siyuan's attitude and couldn't say anything.

Yan Siyuan frowned slightly, seeming to feel a little embarrassed.

Qing Xiao's expression changed immediately, he slammed the table and stood up, "Yan Siyuan, what do you mean? Is it possible that Xue'er is not enough, and you also want to take a concubine?"

Although Qing Xiao was aggressive, he was still a little uneasy in his heart. He knew that his request was a bit unreasonable, and even if Yan Siyuan refused, he could not force him. But he just wanted the best for his sister.

Yan Siyuan's peach blossom eyes were filled with embarrassment, "This, I can't sit still."

Qing Xiao's face became even more ugly, "What do you mean?".

Yan Siyuan spread his hands with a look of helplessness, "I mean, when I marry into the eldest princess's house, Xue'er has the final say on concubinage, and I have no say in it."

Yan Siyuan's words made Qingrong Xu's tea drinking movements stiffen. Before the fierce expression on Qing Xiao's face could be taken back, a crack slowly opened.

Yan Siyuan glanced at the two of them, "So, I should talk to Xue'er about this and ask her not to take a concubine for me."

Qing Xiao finally reacted and looked at Yan Siyuan in disbelief, "You want Princess Shang?"

Yan Siyuan nodded matter-of-factly, "Yes, I love Xue'er, and Xue'er is the eldest princess, so I must marry into the princess' mansion."

Qing Rongxu was caught off guard and laughed, "Okay, okay, so good, so good, so good."

Qingrong Xu smiled from ear to ear, looking more and more satisfied with the person in front of her. If I just thought it was okay, now I am really satisfied to the core of my heart.

Unlike Qing Rongxu who was overjoyed, Qing Xiao looked at Yan Siyuan with an expression of "I'm afraid you are sick", trying to awaken his heart.

"It's true that Xue'er is the eldest princess, but you are also the ninth prince. You are a prince. You can marry Xue'er. Why should you marry into the princess's palace?" He really couldn't understand.

Zhao Wumian married the third princess. His Majesty granted him the marriage and asked him to be the consort, and the Zhao family was happy with it, so Zhao Wumian had no objections. This is a beneficial thing for the Zhao family.

But Yan Siyuan was different. If he married into the eldest princess's palace, he would completely become a member of the prime minister's palace.

Not only that, but also being unable to enter the imperial court forever is equivalent to self-destruction. He wants nothing but Qingyun. To put it bluntly, it is a marriage.

Although he felt sorry for his sister, he couldn't watch Yan Siyuan do stupid things.

Yan Siyuan had an indifferent expression, "I understand what Shaoqing said. But I have made up my mind, so Shaoqing should follow your wish."

Qing Xiao had goosebumps all over the floor when he called him "Shao Qing". Normally, the two of them wouldn't deal with each other when they met, but now they were so polite that it made him feel weird.

However, he also understood that Yan Siyuan was a very deep-minded person. Since he said this, he must have a reason. It was useless for him to continue to persuade her. Moreover, he was happy to see this ending.

Qing Rong Xu Le's eyes narrowed to a slit, and she patted Qing Xiao on the shoulder, "His Royal Highness Ninth Prince is right. He loves Xue'er and is willing to marry into the eldest princess's house. We'd better fulfill his wish."

Qing Xiao was speechless as he watched Qing Rong Xu smile from ear to ear without making any expression.

Yan Siyuan smiled, and respectfully bowed his hands to Qing Rongxu and said: "Junior, I have one more thing. I hope my uncle will agree."

Qing Rongxu was in a good mood now, and without asking anything, she nodded and said: "Of course."

"Uncle please keep today's conversation a secret and don't let Xue'er know about it."

Qing Rongxu was surprised, "Oh? Why?".

What they talked about today was all beneficial to Qingyun, so it should be fine.

Yan Siyuan continued: "Xue'er is still young and has not yet grown hair. Juniors are not clean either. Xue'er may get bad luck if she comes into contact with juniors.

Moreover, it is disrespectful to Cher that we have determined Cher's life in such a private way, and Cher will be angry."

Qing Xiao snorted lightly, he knew Qingyun's temperament. The most rebellious thing is that the more something is done to her, the less she wants to do it. Unless she wants to.

Qing Rongxu didn't expect this, because in his impression, marriages in his daughter's family were always ordered by the parents and dictated by the matchmaker. But if it makes Xueer unhappy, he still cares about it.

Then he nodded, "Okay, I promise you."

One thing Yan Siyuan said was right. Although these things were said by them, there was no shortage of people with ulterior motives who spread the word. Now Yan Siyuan is indeed unclean, and it is Qingyun's reputation that will be damaged.

From then on, no one knows about the conversation between the three of them.

In the twenty-ninth year of Tianyuan, December 21st. The birthday party of Meng Zirou, the second queen of Tianyuan Kingdom and the legitimate daughter of the Meng family.

A banquet was held for all the officials and their families, one day in advance, and they all went to the palace outside the capital to celebrate the Queen's birthday for three consecutive days.

Qingyun sat on the soft couch in the carriage, picked up a dried peach and put it in her mouth, squinting her eyes.

Chunhua and Qiuyue were on one side, half-kneeling beside Qingyun.

The carriage of the Prime Minister's Mansion gurgled toward the hot spring palace outside the city.

The carriage suddenly jolted, Qingyun leaned forward and almost hit the coffee table in front of her. Fortunately, I used my hands to hold on and didn't fall.

The beautiful eyebrows have a hint of impatience.

Qiuyue quickly opened the car curtain and shouted outside: "What's going on? Why is the official road bumpy?"

Then the driver's voice begged for mercy, "Reporting to the eldest princess, for some reason, there are many stones on the official road, making it difficult to walk."

Qiuyue glanced at the ground, and there were indeed many stones. His face suddenly turned bad.

He lowered the car curtain and came back to report: "Miss, there are indeed many stones on the road."

Qingyun nodded and waved for someone to check.

The carriage was still walking slowly, not in any hurry. After a while, the person who went to check came back.

"Master, it was the Queen's order to scatter stones on the official road, saying it was to test whether the family members of the aristocratic family could endure the hardship."

Qingyun's brows furrowed. "Are we the first family to leave the city?"

"Master, no, many aristocratic families have left the city before the Prime Minister's Mansion."