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

Chapter 486 Sadness

In the back hall, Qingyun sat cross-legged, the silver needle in her hand constantly changing its position.

She was so focused that she didn't even notice the two extra people in the room.

Shi Fenglan was lying on the wide bed, her clothes in disarray. Her fair skin was exposed, dotted with crystal beads of sweat, and as her chest rose and fell, she felt a little listless for no reason.

The makeup on her face had long been washed off, her sallow complexion and dark eyes showed how she was doing recently. Her furrowed brows and sweaty forehead also showed that she was not feeling well.

Every time Qingyun moved the needle, Shi Fenglan's pale, cracked lips would let out a moan. His slender five fingers tightly grasped the bed sheet, and the blue veins on his wrists were extremely glaring.

Yan Qinao had never taken his eyes off Shi Fenglan since he came in. His eyes were slightly gloomy, his eyebrows were tightly knitted, his lips were slightly pursed, and he held the wheelchair tightly in his hands.

Every suppressed moan made his hands tighten a little.

Murong Yao was standing behind Yan Qinao, and she didn't know how she felt at the moment.

Self-blame and shame kept interweaving in her heart. She originally wanted to apologize, but when she saw Yan Qinao's slightly pale fingertips and his unblinking eyes, she couldn't help but feel sour in her heart.

On the one hand, she despised her own dirty thoughts, and on the other hand, she was jealous of Yan Qinao's concern for Shi Fenglan. Until a slight exhalation interrupted her entanglement and pulled her back from this messy emotion.

Qingyun slowly breathed a sigh of relief, pulled out the silver needles one by one and put them back into the medicine box, only then did she notice the two people behind her.

He gave the two of them a complicated look, ignored them, and walked out silently.

The moon rises above the branches, illuminating the glazed tiles inside the palace.

Yan Siyuan was wearing a dark robe and standing under the moonlight, motionless as if in a trance, even his breathing was barely perceptible.

If he hadn't been standing in the moonlight, it would have been difficult for him to be discovered.

As if he had sensed the gaze behind him, his tall figure moved slightly and turned around. When he saw Qingyun, his eyebrows were full of affection, making his peach blossom eyes even more attractive.

Seeing Qingyun standing still, he smiled helplessly and walked over slowly. The lantern in his hand flickered with his movements, casting some light and shadow on his face.

When he walked in front of her, Qingyun smiled and said, "Why don't you go back?"

Even though she knew the answer but she still wanted to hear it from his own mouth.

Reaching out to tighten the fox fur coat on Qingyun, Yan Siyuan said: "Wait for you."

Hearing the answer that satisfied her, Qingyun's smile deepened and she said, "You can go back now."

"it is good".

A small and exquisite carriage stopped outside the main hall, and Yan Siyuan helped Qingyun get on the carriage. Song Heqing drove the carriage through the deserted hot spring palace and headed towards the palace gate.

Driving is prohibited in the palace, except for the eldest princess. As for who gave the permission, I am afraid even Emperor Yan himself does not know.

In the back hall, after Qingyun left, only Yan Qinao and Murong Yao were left, and Shi Fenglan was lying on the bed.

After Qingyun's acupuncture, the poison in her body had been eliminated. Her frown relaxed, and the sheet in her hand was also released. Now she was sleeping soundly.

This was probably the most peaceful and sound sleep she had had in all these days.

The room was quiet for a while. Yan Qinao slowly stood up from the wheelchair, walked to the bed, reached out to tidy up Shi Fenglan's messy clothes, and covered her with the quilt.

His eyes were extremely clear, without any trace of daydreaming.

Murong Yao just stood there without moving, watching Yan Qinao's actions, biting her lips tightly, and said nothing.

"Bring a basin of warm water," Yan Qinao's hoarse voice rang out in the house.

Murong Yao was stunned, not sure if Yan Qinao was talking to her. She looked around and saw no one else besides her.

He snapped his fingers, lowered his eyes, responded, and then walked out quickly.

Yan Qinao was not unaware of Murong Yao's gaze, but at this moment, he didn't want to respond to her.

Murong Yao moved quickly and brought a basin of warm water.

Yan Qinao adjusted his sleeves, wet his silk handkerchief, and gently wiped the sweat off Shi Fenglan's forehead. His movements were gentle and patient, and there was no trace of his former alienation and indifference.

Wash the handkerchief in your hand again and again, wring it out, and wipe it until it reaches your chest.

Seeing Yan Qinao about to pull off Shi Fenglan's clothes, Murong Yao hurriedly spoke out to stop him, "Your Majesty, let me do this. Taking care of my sister is my duty."

I stared at Yan Qinao's hand carefully, afraid that he would go down a little further. Seeing that he didn't pull too much, I couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Yan Qinao did not stop, he pulled down Shi Fenglan's clothes and wiped her neck. It seemed that he did not hear Murong Yao's words.

Just when Murong Yao wanted to persuade him again, he said lightly, "I'm guarding here, you can go to the side hall to rest."

Murong Yao pursed her lips, somewhat reluctantly, and stared at Yan Qinao with her big watery eyes. But she could only see his profile, and he never looked at her more.

After a stalemate for a while, Murong Yao was sure that Yan Qinao would not change his mind, so he left, looking back every few steps, and walked out of the back hall of the hot spring palace. A gust of cold wind blew away the resentment in Murong Yao's heart.

Bai Lian, the personal maid, was holding a lantern to illuminate the surroundings, looking as if she was speaking up for her master.

"Why don't you say a few more words, Concubine? The prince loves you so much and he will definitely send you back."

Seeing that Murong Yao didn't say anything, he continued to himself: "It's not your fault this time. It was obviously those people who wanted to harm the princess, and you were taken advantage of. You are the most wronged."

"Who knows if the princess has offended someone at some point, and you almost lost your reputation as a result. The prince should come and accompany you."

"But don't be sad. After today, the prince will definitely still treat you as a treasure. The princess will not be able to compare with you..."

"Really?"

Murong Yao suddenly spoke, interrupting Bai Lian's chattering and scaring Bai Lian.

Feeling that Murong Yao was agreeing with him, he nodded quickly and said, "Yes, yes, we servants can see clearly how the prince treats you. You are definitely not as good as the princess."

Murong Yao curled her lips and smiled, as if she was pleased by Bai Lian's words. Seeing Murong Yao smile, Bai Lian felt that he had touched the lifeblood of this concubine, and felt a little proud.

At the door of the back hall, Qingyun looked at the tall and closed door and glared at the man beside her.

"The palace door has been locked for a long time. I forgot. Have you forgotten too?"

Yan Siyuan glanced around, reached out and touched Qingyun's head, and said with a smile: "I haven't forgotten, but Xueer wants to go home, so of course I have to send Xueer back."

Qingyun shook her head, avoiding Yan Siyuan's hand, and looked at him resentfully.

Since he said so, there must be a way to get out, and she just has to wait.