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

But after she made the sound, the man's strength was somewhat out of control. Before Qingyun could react, she was already in his arms.

A stream of hot air sprayed on her ears, and a tingling feeling instantly swept through her body. She couldn't help but shrink her neck, and her body trembled.

She opened her watery eyes and looked at the person who was teasing her behind her with an accusing look.

Yan Siyuan sat beside the couch, holding Qingyun in his arms. The softness in his arms made him feel a little depressed. Looking at the flawless white neck and the small and round earlobes, he couldn't help but move closer.

Now seeing Qingyun turning around, with a bit of anger in her eyes, her almond-shaped eyes slightly opened, with a moist feeling in them. Seeing Yan Siyuan's lower abdomen tighten, he couldn't help but increase the strength of his arms around her.

She didn't realize how lovable she was now. She couldn't help but want to get closer to her.

He thought so in his heart and acted so. Without waiting for explanation, he took her earlobe in his mouth and bit it gently with his pearly teeth.

Qingyun was caught off guard by his move and couldn't help moaning. The sound was small, but it was a bit charming.

Hearing the voice, Yan Siyuan's eyes darkened and his words became more wanton. He lightly brushed her earlobe with his tongue and sucked tentatively.

Qingyun was so frightened that she trembled all over, as if she had been electrocuted, and her heart was numb. She reached out to push Yan Siyuan away, but by then she had already lost her strength, and she placed her hands on his chest, which became a silent invitation.

Yan Siyuan's eyes were filled with lust, and he reluctantly let go of her earlobe. Just when Qingyun thought he would let her go, he extended the kiss to other places.

Following the earlobe downward, the kisses fell on her neck. Every time he passed a kiss mark, a kiss mark was left. Her jade-white skin was also stained with misty pink because of lust, and it was delicate and tempting.

Qingyun's body had already gone limp under Yan Siyuan's attack, and she collapsed in Yan Siyuan's arms, letting him leave marks on her body. From time to time, she would let out a low moan of forbearance, willing to be deeply immersed in it.

Yan Siyuan's kisses went all the way down, his hands wandering around her waist, even slowly lifting up her skirt.

His heavy breathing fell on her body, and his body was surprisingly hot. Qingyun could feel his forbearance and the strangeness from his body. The blue veins on his neck and the scarlet eyes showed his restraint.

For a moment, Qingyun felt a little distressed. She was willing, but when the belt around her waist loosened, she sobered up a lot.

She held down Yan Siyuan's hand as he was untying her clothes and said "Don't".

But her charming and tender voice made Yan Siyuan feel unbearable. He raised his head from Qingyun's chest with grievance, the lust and scarlet in his eyes had not yet dissipated.

His eyes were full of grievance, and he no longer looked like the cold and noble banished immortal he usually was. Instead, he looked more like an unsatisfied husband.

Qingyun shook her head and shook off the messy thoughts in her mind.

He was not feeling well, and neither was she. But now was not the best time.

She could only coax the person in front of her, put her arms around his neck, and said softly and seductively: "Ah Yuan, you can't do that now."

Qingyun's cry of "Ah Yuan" made Yan Siyuan's eyes darker, and he almost couldn't control himself.

He knew that he shouldn't do this, but every time he was intimate with her, he couldn't help wanting more, more, and he wanted to tear her apart and eat her right then and there.

The self-control that he used to be so proud of was completely vulnerable in front of her, and he sighed helplessly.

He picked her up and sat her on his lap, covering her lips that had repeatedly rejected him, tasting, caressing, and sucking. He gently pried open her pearly teeth, disturbing the sweet fragrance in the room.

Qingyun wanted to refuse, but she found Yan Siyuan's hands tying her belt, even fastening the waist belt that he had "accidentally" unfastened just now.

Knowing that he would not do anything out of the ordinary, she followed his lead. However, Yan Siyuan stubbornly thought that he should tie the belt that he had untied, but the process was really torturous.

Half an hour later, Qingyun sat on the couch, her eyes clear and back to normal. The wrinkles on her dress were smoothed out, and if it weren't for the kiss mark on her white neck, she wouldn't have thought of the beauty that had just happened.

Song Heqing knelt on one knee respectfully in front of Qingyun, not daring to breathe, let alone look up into Qingyun's eyes.

Qingyun narrowed her eyes slightly and spoke in a cold tone, unable to tell whether she was happy, angry, sad or joyful.

"You said Yan Siyuan went back?"

Song Heqing didn't think there was anything wrong with calling the Ninth Prince by his name.

Half an hour ago, his prince came out of the dungeon in a hurry. Before he could see clearly, he had left, leaving only a sentence "Go to see the eldest princess".

He didn't know why he came to see the princess, but he could only come here obediently.

Qingyun knew why Yan Siyuan fled, and she couldn't help laughing when she thought of his reaction just now. That was the right reaction. If he didn't react like that, she would think he didn't love her that much.

Seeing that Song Heqing was still kneeling, he shouted at him, "Go tell Yan Siyuan to protect the Prime Minister's Mansion. I'm not in a hurry here."

Song Heqing stood up and responded respectfully. When he raised his eyes, he inadvertently glanced at Qingyun's neck. He instantly looked away and said something silently in his heart.

"I didn't see anything, I didn't see anything. Your Highness is in heaven... Ugh, Your Highness, don't worry, I didn't see anything."

He thought he probably knew why his highness left in such a hurry.

It was no wonder that Song Heqing could see it. Qingyun's skin was already fair, and any flaws were extremely obvious, not to mention the bright red marks. Yan Siyuan didn't think of leaving any room for her when he kissed her, so it was naturally conspicuous.

Qingyun saw Song Heqing leaving with his eyes closed and mumbling, and he even bumped into the prison door on his way out, showing a look of disgust. Why didn't she realize that Yan Siyuan, her subordinate, was so stupid before?

Yan Siyuan walked so fast that he didn't even have time to leave the palace. He ordered people to fetch cold water in Changle Palace and soaked his whole body in the water.

Even so, Yan Siyuan did not feel that the evil fire in his body was suppressed. Looking at the reaction below him, he sighed helplessly.

After a long time, Yan Siyuan lay in the bathtub, breathing slightly with his eyes closed. The charming look of Qingyun had not yet disappeared from his mind, and it was a long time before he opened his eyes.

Song Heqing was called in to clean the bathtub. Song Heqing came in with his head lowered, followed by a group of eunuchs. Everyone lowered their heads, not daring to look at the person who was still getting dressed.

He quickly poured out the water in the bathtub, making very little noise. He came and went just as quickly.

Yan Siyuan was wearing a black brocade robe casually draped over his body, his black hair falling down his shoulders to his chest. Wind blew in from the window, swaying his clothes and hair.