Time Travel and Love

She returned to the room, removed her hairpins and makeup, picked up the pen again and began to review the files. Her fingertips were still very painful. She was afraid that she could not practice archery tomorrow, otherwise her hands would be covered with blisters and calluses. She had only written a dozen pages when her hands were in so much pain that she picked up the pen with her left hand and began to write slowly. Well, the handwriting was a little ugly, but you could tell what she wrote. After writing about five or six pages, Mo Liujin came into the room. Seeing that she was holding the pen with her left hand, he hurried forward and picked up her right hand. He found that her fingertips were getting more swollen. He flipped through the files twice and couldn't help but frowned, "Why didn't you call me? You are still writing when your hands hurt."

"I have to finish reading it, otherwise the papers will pile up tomorrow and I won't be able to finish them." Chu Qingmeng was a little overwhelmed. She had never written so much homework every day!

Mo Liujin took the pen from her hand and sat down at the desk, picking up his pen again and waiting for her to speak. Chu Qingmeng laughed, and the two began to work together again. At midnight, they finally finished the corrections. Chu Qingmeng had just felt hungry and was about to ask the kitchen to make something to eat when Leng Feng came to report, "Third Master, Princess, the old prince wants you two to discuss something in the study."

Chu Qingmeng: "..." Homework finished, and now I have to work overtime again? She felt like crying, but she couldn't. Seeing her indescribable expression, Mo Liujin rubbed her face soothingly, then stood up and embraced her. In a few steps, they arrived at Mo Chenfeng's courtyard. Not long after the two of them entered, Mo Liuteng and Mo Liujue also arrived. With everyone present, the day's business began.

"Just now, someone reported that the Tenth Prince had a conflict with the Crown Prince. This time, they were fighting against the Crown Prince with all their might. The two of them eliminated most of each other's hidden assassins. The Eighth Prince tried to stop the Tenth Prince at the beginning, but since the Emperor's condition has become more serious in the past few days, the Eighth Prince has begun to let the Tenth Prince deal with the Crown Prince. The Eleventh Prince is still being controlled by the Eighth Prince." Mo Chenfeng gave a general account of the situation.

Chu Qingmeng raised his eyebrows slightly. Oh, Eleven is pretty good. He cleaned himself well enough so that no one would notice him. He even found time to meet with him under the noses of spies from all sides. This guy is really amazing.

Listening to his sons chattering back and forth, Mo Chenfeng kept glancing at Chu Qingmeng, waiting for her to pick up her pen, but she was just listening with interest today, never picking up the pen. Mo Liujin noticed that Mo Chenfeng's eyes kept glancing at Chu Qingmeng, even turning his pen in her direction. He smiled wryly and reminded her, "Father, Qingmeng's hand is injured, and she can't lift the pen."

When Chu Qingmeng heard this, he looked up and met Mo Chenfeng's eyes. He laughed out loud, "Father, you can just let me speak." Then he straightened his body and restrained his smile, "The most important thing of all is how long can the emperor's body last? Secondly, who is more capable between the prince and the eighth prince? The tenth prince is now a mad dog. You don't have to worry about it, but you have to be on guard. No one can guess who a mad dog will bite. The eighth prince will not confront the prince directly. He must be an innocent prince. But he is not good at dealing with the tenth prince when he is free. Give him a little help, so that if something goes wrong, he can be pushed out and sit back and relax. Sacrificing a pawn to save the chariot, the Eighth Brother's plan was a good one. But the Crown Prince is not stupid. If he doesn't drag him down, the Crown Prince's years as Crown Prince will be in vain. Finally, Father, let's get back to the original question: how long can the Emperor hold out? Judging from the current performance of these princes, the Emperor's situation is not optimistic. It is likely that he only has six months or more left. Otherwise, their struggle will be meaningless! Although Fifteen and Seventeen are weak now, they have not completely lost their ability to compete.

As soon as these questions arose, the father and son were suddenly overwhelmed. Chu Qingmeng watched them begin to solve these problems and suddenly spoke again, "Father, let's make a hypothesis. Using Fifteen and Seventeen as an example, what's the simplest way to make them lose their eligibility to compete?"

Mo Chenfeng's mind raced. Devour their power? Put them under surveillance? Revoke their titles? Seeing him like this, Chu Qingmeng knew his thoughts were too complicated. Fighting back his sleepiness, he said, "I don't think a king of a country would be missing any limbs, right? This is much simpler than any other method."

Mo Chenfeng looked up at Chu Qingmeng, knowing deep down that she was right, but unwilling to believe that brothers would kill each other like this. Chu Qingmeng was still quite lucid, but his eyes had long been closed. He leaned lazily against his chair with his eyes closed. "Father, do you still remember what I said about the nine princes vying for the throne? The winner becomes the king, the loser becomes the enemy. It's just a common occurrence. I gave you an example, not to make you take precautions and save them, but to tell you that if something doesn't concern you, it's better not to intervene. Since you're a royalist, just wait for the next winner. A loyal minister will live longer than a powerful minister."

"After all, we are blood relatives, even if it's just leaving one life..." Mo Chenfeng had never experienced the cruelty of fighting for the throne, so he still took blood ties into consideration when doing things.

Chu Qingmeng sighed and leaned back in his chair, relaxing his body. "In the battle for the throne among the nine princes, the Fourth Prince narrowly won. He had thirty-five brothers and sisters in total. Excluding those who died young, there were twenty-four left. In the end, only three survived, and one of them was imprisoned for life."