Time Travel and Love

After Kui Wenzhong left, Mo Liujin, filled with jealousy, began to grumble, "No matter how much my appearance has changed, my love for men hasn't changed at all. He's wearing his clothes neatly, so what? Did you see his figure through his clothes?"

Chu Qingmeng burst out laughing. "This is incredible! I just realized that Ah Jin can be so jealous. He's full of sarcasm. I just think his smile has a scholarly air that's too different from his status as a martial arts master."

"I saw you staring at me with your eyes almost glued to me! Why don't you let your husband feel jealous?" Mo Liujin leaned over and gently bit Chu Qingmeng's earlobe as if in revenge, causing Chu Qingmeng to shudder slightly, "Mo Liujin! My wound hurts!"

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Time flies fastest when one is at leisure. March had already arrived, and Chu Qingmeng's injuries had mostly healed. Although she had used scar-removing ointment on her face, it had been so short a time, and a layer of shallow scars could still be seen on her face. The scar on her back was the largest. She had once looked at it in the mirror and burst into tears. Mo Liujin tried to comfort her for several days, feeling both amused and helpless. After learning that Chu Qingmeng had cried, Mo Jiangqing and Mo Jiangche blamed themselves and found a large amount of scar-removing ointment. The poison in Chu Qingmeng's body was quite strange. A month had passed since she was poisoned, and her wounds had healed, but the poison had only dyed the blood vessels in her arms black, and she hadn't felt any discomfort.

That day, she and Mu Lingxue were sitting in the pavilion tuning their pipa when Mu Lingxue said, "The last incident is over. The poison was cured, and Seventeen was punished, but the Crown Prince wasn't treated well. My eldest brother said that after Seventeen's setback, Fifteen's faction has regained its momentum this time."

"Hmph!" Chu Qingmeng plucked the strings a few times to test the tone, then snorted sarcastically, "When it comes to educating sons, no one is better than the Emperor of the Ming Dynasty. He's already appointed a crown prince, but he can't trust him. What's the point of appointing him? Must we wait for a tragic situation where nine sons compete for the throne? Some things are rotten from the root. Instead of fighting endlessly like this, it's better to follow the example of Emperor Yongzheng and not appoint a crown prince, so that those idiots can behave themselves!"

"Oh? No crown prince? Then who will inherit the throne a hundred years from now?" An old man approached, followed half a step behind him by Mo Chenfeng, followed by Mo Liujin and his brothers. Mo Liujin felt his hands and feet freezing cold, a sweat pouring down his face. Discussing the succession behind Chu Qingmeng's back was a capital offense! His mind was in turmoil, and he could only think about how to take the death penalty for Chu Qingmeng.

Mu Lingxue knew who the old man was the moment she saw him and knelt frantically. Chu Qingmeng, on the other hand, didn't recognize him at first, but after a moment's reaction, he guessed and quickly knelt to pay his respects. He kept thinking, "It's over! I've been caught badmouthing someone behind their back. My three years of life are going to be reduced to three months."

The emperor sat down under the pavilion and did not ask the two to stand up. Mo Liuyuan and Mo Liujin's hearts were beating so fast that they almost jumped out of their throats.

Chu Qingmeng didn't care. What difference would three months or three years make to her? She looked up and asked sincerely, "Uncle Emperor, do you really want to hear this?"

Her "Uncle Emperor" stunned the Emperor, and then after seeing her face clearly, he was slightly shocked. "You are, An Ning? Oh, I thought my seventh brother was exaggerating, but I didn't expect you really haven't changed at all. Well, both of you get up. We are here incognito today, so just call me uncle. You two should sit down too. Seventh brother, sit down."

The Emperor gestured for Mo Chenfeng to sit down, and told them to do the same. They felt somewhat awkward. Everyone was standing, so how could they sit? But the Emperor waved his hand, signaling them to sit. They could only awkwardly sit down. Only then did Mo Liuyuan and Mo Liujin feel their heartbeats slow down. But then the Emperor asked again, "An Ning, you just said it would be better not to appoint a crown prince. Could you tell your uncle why that was?"

Chu Qingmeng bravely recounted the process of the nine princes' struggle for the throne, and then continued, "So after Emperor Yongzheng ascended the throne, in order to prevent his sons from repeating the same tragic situation he had experienced, he established a rule that no crown prince would be appointed while the emperor was alive. Instead, the will selecting the crown prince would be written and placed behind the Zhengda Guangming plaque. Only after the emperor passed away could it be opened by the princes and important ministers. This rule ensured that his descendants would not experience the tragic situation of nine princes competing for the throne for hundreds of years, until the end of his dynasty."

The emperor pondered for a moment and nodded imperceptibly, then continued, "Then what do you mean by saying that no one is as good as the Emperor of the Ming Dynasty at educating his son?"

Chu Qingmeng quickly knelt down and kowtowed to apologize, "Uncle, please forgive me! An Ning was just speaking from the heart, there is no other ambiguity!"

"Get up." The emperor smiled and asked the attendant beside him to help Chu Qingmeng up. "Today, let's act like ordinary people and just chat about daily life. Just go ahead and tell us what you want."

Chu Qingmeng twitched his lips slightly, secretly complaining in his heart, listen to your sister! But he spoke very respectfully, "Yes, but no one can emulate the Ming Emperor's reign."