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

Qingyun raised her hand and touched her face and said, "Grandma is too worried about her granddaughter. My face is so round, how can I look thin? With the Ninth Prince around, how can I bear the hardship?"

The Queen Mother then smiled and touched her head lovingly, "You are right. I, an old woman, am useless and can't help you in any way."

"Grandma is wrong. If it weren't for grandma, I'm afraid I would still be in that dungeon today."

"Since you're out, you won't go back. I will explain everything to His Majesty."

"Yes," Qingyun nodded obediently. She didn't want to go back in the first place. Even if the empress dowager didn't mention it, she would find a way to make herself stay.

Of course, the Queen Mother couldn't be sick. Qingyun gave her a lot of incense, and there were no hard-to-find medicinal herbs among them. Any imperial physician with a little ability could develop them.

Being sick was just an excuse, Yan Di understood, but he couldn't refuse because of filial piety. Qing Yun also understood, because she planned this.

Qingyun raised her eyes and looked at the kind-hearted old lady in front of her.

Her silver hair was neatly tied up on her head without a trace of disorder. She looked dignified and steady in the dark green brocade robe with crane pattern on the front and back, and even the wrinkles on her face were pitifully few.

It can be seen that she takes good care of herself. She truly loves Qingyun and also loves herself.

Qingyun would not ask her why she made the decision only now, because that would make no sense.

Noticing Qingyun's gaze, the Queen Mother smiled slightly and said, "Xue'er, do you want to say something to grandma?"

"Grandma, aren't you afraid that His Majesty will be angry this time?"

"What is there to be afraid of? He is not my biological son, so I will not interfere in his thoughts."

Qingyun blinked her eyes and said, "What should grandmother do if His Majesty blames me?"

The Queen Mother held Qingyun's hand tightly and pulled her closer to her, "If your Majesty blames you, I will take care of it. Xue'er, don't worry. I will never let you go back."

Qingyun was surprised, "Grandma, do you really believe that your granddaughter didn't do such a rebellious thing?"

The Queen Mother suddenly laughed and said, "You are not a concubine in this palace, why would you frame that heir? You are handing your handle to the other party. I, Xue'er, will not be so stupid as to do that."

"Grandma really overestimates her granddaughter. If her granddaughter is really as smart as grandma said, why does she always worry her family and now she has to seek grandma's protection?"

The empress dowager glanced at Qingyun with a reproachful look and said, "Don't try to be smart in front of me. You were the one who handed me the letter. If it was someone else who was given protection, how could I give it so easily? I'm afraid I would have to think twice before giving it."

Yes, offending Yan Di was something that she had to think about carefully. But after she received the letter, she did not hesitate for a moment and made the choice directly.

Qingyun chuckled, rubbed the empress dowager's palm, and said coquettishly: "Sure enough, my granddaughter's tricks can't be hidden in front of grandma at all. I know that grandma loves her granddaughter and will never watch her suffer."

The Queen Mother scratched Qingyun's nose and said, "Little clever girl, just do whatever you want. If the sky falls, your grandmother will support it. You won't be there to hold it up."

With just one sentence, Qingyun felt a lump in her nose.

Whether she was wronged or imprisoned in a dungeon, she had never really felt wronged, but the Queen Mother's words really made her feel a little aggrieved. With mist in her eyes, she leaned her head towards the Queen Mother again.

The reason she came here today was not only to use the Queen Mother's power to escape from the dungeon, but also to find out what the Queen Mother was thinking.

If she really cared about Emperor Yan, then they would probably be restrained in what they did. But looking at the Queen Mother's current attitude, I'm afraid she already knew what they were thinking and had always been indulgent.

Haiyue quickly reported to Emperor Yan about Qingyun's stay at the Queen Mother's place. Emperor Yan's face was so dark that ink could drip out of it, but the Queen Mother threatened him with her body, so he had no reason to refuse.

If the Queen Mother really got into trouble because of this, he would be the most despised emperor. Since ancient times, filial piety has always been the most important thing. If you are unfilial, even if you are an emperor, you will be drowned in the spit of the world.

So in the end, I agreed to it with gritted teeth.

The palace was very quiet at night. Even the chirping of insects was very quiet, as if they were afraid of disturbing anyone. Only the friction of armor on patrolling soldiers could be heard from time to time.

In Kunning Palace, Meng Zirou was trimming the peonies on the windowsill. The bright red peonies were in full bloom, looking enchanting and mysterious under the candlelight.

Meng Zirou's delicate face flickered in the candlelight, and her expression could not be seen clearly.

The scissors in his hand neatly cut off an extra dead branch, and then cut off a perfect flower without hesitation. When the flower fell, Meng Zirou took a step back as if she was suddenly awakened.

Looking at the fallen flowers and the peony on the windowsill which was not as beautiful as before due to the absence of this flower, Xiu frowned slightly.

The maid picked up the fallen flowers on the ground and handed them to Meng Zirou, "Your Majesty, don't be sad. Although the flowers have been cut, it is not a pity. You can use the petals for bathing after you break them off."

Meng Zirou took the flower, looked at it in her hand, and threw it to the maid, "It is still useful, but this bonsai is meaningless."

The maid glanced at the peony bonsai on the windowsill. Although it lacked overall ornamental value, each flower was still beautiful and gorgeous.

Meng Zirou took a step forward and reached out to touch the flower pot. A fierce look flashed in her eyes, and she raised the scissors in her hand. After a few clicks, all the peonies fell to the ground, even the largest one in the middle.

Looking at the peony with only branches left, Meng Zirou finally smiled with satisfaction.

"Bury all these flowers."

The maid bowed her head and said "yes".

A gust of wind swept across the windowsill, and the remaining branches of the peony swayed.

The sky was high and clear, the wind was gentle and the clouds were light. The glazed tiles of the imperial palace sparkled in the sun.

The Jinluan Palace was in chaos. Just now, Emperor Yan suddenly vomited blood in front of everyone, and then fell down. If An Shi hadn't reacted quickly and caught him, Emperor Yan would have fallen directly among the ministers.

Yan Siyuan came on the scene to take charge of the situation. He ordered people to send Emperor Yan back to the Qianqing Palace for treatment, while at the same time he comforted the civil and military officials.

"His Majesty is not feeling well now, so you should all leave the palace and wait for news."

Yan Siyuan stood at the head of all the officials, with no expression on his face. He just glanced at everyone indifferently, making it impossible to tell what he was thinking.

After everyone left, they all started to work in secret.

Now Emperor Yan was in poor health, and it was uncertain whether he could survive. Whether to insist on protecting the emperor or choose to take sides, life or death was only a matter of thought, so he naturally had to find out the news clearly.

Suddenly, there were many more flies around the Qianqing Palace.

Yan Qinao looked at Yan Siyuan and said, "I'm afraid you'll have to hold on for a while longer."

Yan Siyuan glanced at him, turned and walked towards the Cining Palace, ignoring him.