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

Chapter 478 Good Health

Qingyun looked at Meng Zirou who was gloating about his misfortune with a speechless expression. She was happy to see those noble ladies being defeated, and she was also happy to see Qingyun enmity with them.

Today is her birthday party, and Qingyun would not come in previous years. It was just a formality when I came, and I left quickly. Now, Qingyun had to pay attention to it.

Meng Zirou glanced at Qingyun's double-breasted gilt jacket and the fine-colored silver fox cloak she was wearing. Even the only hairpin on her head is made of gold and jade.

The small and delicate face is lightly painted with powder, and her face is like a peach blossom, and her eyes are full of autumn. Even though the look in her eyes wasn't very friendly, it didn't hinder her beauty.

Although this outfit is not eye-catching, it is still something that people can't take their eyes away from. Once you see it, it will be difficult to take other people into consideration.

She was very satisfied with Qingyun's dress. After all, it was her birthday party, and she still hoped that she would be the most dazzling one. But her face was so good that she couldn't change it.

It's not like I've done anything to ruin her face before, but they all failed.

She knew Qingyun was good-looking when she was very young. She was envious and jealous of her, but she gave up after finding it useless.

Qingyun saw Meng Zirou staring at her, her eyes relaxing for a while and then filled with murderous intent. She didn't understand what she was going to do. He had no choice but to touch his face and look at her warily.

"what are you up to?".

Meng Zirou rolled her eyes, "You have a pretty face, no wonder Yan Siyuan likes it."

Qingyun had the feeling that she was praising herself, and it was strange: "Why, you still miss him?"

"How is it possible? He is not worthy of me." Meng Zirou looked at Qingyun seriously, and the fear in her eyes for a moment did not seem to be fake.

Qingyun didn't ask any more, just watched the palace maid dressing Meng Zirou.

Today is her birthday, so she naturally dresses up delicately and dignifiedly, even taking out the phoenix crown. Qingyun still feels that this golden phoenix crown is very heavy, just like the responsibility it represents.

Meng Zirou touched her belly inexplicably, turned to look at Qingyun, and asked: "How old is your Majesty now?".

Qingyun was stunned: "Fifty or two, as a queen, why don't you know His Majesty's age?"

Meng Zirou pursed her lips and said, "Can a person of this age still have heirs?"

Qingyun immediately sat up straight and said "difficult".

When this word came out, Meng Zirou laughed and said, "Okay, it's just not impossible."

Qingyun frowned and glanced at Meng Zirou's hand touching her lower abdomen, her expression gradually became serious.

Of course, Meng Zirou also noticed Qingyun's gaze, and said without any hesitation: "I will give you and Yan Siyuan a marriage, and then I will no longer care about his marriage. Are you willing to help me?".

Qingyun raised her eyes and looked at Meng Zirou, who was smiling sweetly, "How can I help?"

Meng Zirou smiled and rolled his eyes, "Just tell the truth."

Qingyun did not agree, nor did she say no.

In the evening, as the sun set, everyone gathered in the main hall of the Hot Spring Palace, waiting for the Queen's arrival.

Qingyun hadn't come yet at this time, and there was a lot of noise in the hall. Everyone kept talking.

Yan Qin'ao was still pushed out by Shi Fenglan, accompanied by Murong Yao.

Logically speaking, she was just a concubine and shouldn't be here. But Yan Qin'ao still brought her.

Prince Xian's Mansion didn't attract much attention, so when they came, they didn't attract any attention.

But when Yan Siyuan came, everyone gathered around him. Some introduced their own girls to Yan Siyuan, some wanted to chat about official affairs, and some wanted to give gifts. Yan Siyuan was rarely seen on weekdays, but now he was finally caught.

Yan Siyuan has no reason to refute yet. He was wearing a black robe, the same one Qingyun had given him before. Coupled with his expressionless black face, he looked cold and distant, as if he was not allowed to approach strangers.

Although some people are still scared, for the sake of their future, they can only bite the bullet and stick to his cold ass.

Yan Siyuan had no expression on the chatter in front of him. Just through the gap in the crowd, I glanced at Yan Qin'ao.

Unexpectedly, Yan Qin'ao not only didn't feel guilty, but also looked like his ninth brother had worked hard. Yan Siyuan was so angry that he could only endure his irritation and deal with the person in front of him.

Just when everyone's eyes were on Yan Siyuan, only the Meng family's eyes were on Yan Qin'ao.

Yan Qin'ao and Shi Fenglan sat at the same table, while Murong Yao could only stand. But Yan Qin'ao's attention was still on Murong Yao, and from time to time he would quietly pass the cakes on the table to Murong Yao's hands. He also ordered someone to bring an extra stool so that Murong Yao could sit temporarily.

Shi Fenglan tasted the cakes on the table as if she didn't see it. It seemed like it felt bad, so he didn't move it again.

Meng Xunji looked at Meng Zixuan next to him. The former nodded towards Meng Zixuan, while the latter nodded and gave a confirming look.

Meng Xunji felt relieved and looked at Yan Qin'ao again with a bit of contempt and disdain.

I saw a palace maid passing by Murong Yao, bumped into her slightly, and hurriedly knelt down to apologize. Murong Yao was not hurt by the impact, so she did not bother the palace maid and let her go.

It was just a small episode, quickly forgotten. Murong Yao was still shocked by the scene of singing and dancing, and did not notice at all that the sachet on her waist seemed to have changed its position.

Qingyun arrived together with Meng Zirou, and was also the last one to arrive. She supported Meng Zirou and walked slowly towards the main hall.

On the other side of Meng Zirou was the silent Emperor Yan, whose eyes were sunken and lifeless, as if he had been sucked out of his energy. Qingyun could tell at a glance that he was overindulging, but it was difficult to remind him. I can only sigh and pretend not to see it.

An Shi's voice was sharp and bright, "The emperor has arrived, the queen has arrived, and the eldest princess has arrived~".

The hall suddenly became quiet, and everyone knelt down and saluted toward the door, "Greetings to the emperor, long live the emperor, long live the emperor, hello to the empress, the empress is a thousand years old, a thousand years old, and her Royal Highness, the eldest princess, is a thousand years old, a thousand years old."

The three of them walked in side by side, Qingyun lowered her head to reduce her sense of presence.

She wanted to come before Meng Zirou, but Meng Zirou was not happy and insisted on dragging her along, but there was nothing she could do.

When Emperor Yan and Meng Zirou sat on the high position, Meng Zirou said softly: "Everyone, please get up. Today is my birthday. There is no need to be so formal and polite. Just be casual."

Emperor Yan: "The queen is right, you all should be equal."

Everyone: "Thank you, Your Majesty, thank the Queen."

Qingyun was sitting under Meng Zirou, next to Yan Siyuan.

As soon as Qingyun sat down, she felt the resentful look from Yan Siyuan.

She knew what was going on without having to think about it. She gave Yan Siyuan a comforting look and then temporarily coaxed Yan Siyuan away.