Time Travel and Love

"Father, I still say the same thing: a new emperor chooses new ministers."

"Even if the entire Rong family were to risk their lives, how many could you possibly save?"

"If the new emperor ascends the throne and becomes suspicious of you because you protected a few idiots, what will you do?"

"Prince Rong's Mansion was once powerful, a blade in the Emperor's hand, a sharp weapon to suppress all civil and military officials. Now, the Emperor, concerned about the brotherhood and fearing that Prince Rong's Mansion would be targeted by the new Emperor, has just sidelined several of his brothers. Not everyone has the Emperor's kindness."

"Or...Father...wants to...take...a gamble..."

Chu Qingmeng's voice became smaller and smaller, and she felt her consciousness gradually becoming sleepy. She called out in a daze, "Third brother." Her body relaxed and she almost fell off the chair. Mo Liujin took two steps forward and embraced her body. Helplessly, he brought her into his arms and looked up at Mo Chenfeng.

Mo Chenfeng was still thinking about how to avoid the brothers from killing each other, but after hearing Chu Qingmeng's words, he fell silent. Mo Liufang signaled Mo Liujin to take Chu Qingmeng away and let his father think about it first.

Mo Liujin picked up Chu Qingmeng and arrived at his yard in just a few breaths. After settling her down, he was about to turn around and leave, but for some reason, he bent down and rubbed her face, kissed her on the lips before leaving.

He came back at the beginning of the Chou hour, but he did not lie down to rest. He just turned on the light and sat by the bed to read a book. He meditated while reading the book and did it according to the methods in the book. During these days, although he did not sleep at night, he never felt uncomfortable during the day because he followed the methods in the book. Instead, he felt refreshed.

The next day, Chu Qingmeng woke up and opened his eyes with a confused look on his face. He felt very sleepy. He turned over and lay lazily on the bed, not wanting to move.

Mo Liujin opened the door and came in to see her so lazy, and teased her, "Are you still not getting up? Wen Zhong's files have all been delivered."

Chu Qingmeng finally understood what it meant to be weeping without tears. When would this end?! She was increasingly certain that her father and brother were doing this on purpose! With a hopeless heart, she asked, "What time is it?"

"It's morning." Mo Liujin sat down on the edge of the bed and looked at her with amusement.

"I still want to sleep. I don't want to review the case files anymore. My brain cells have been dying lately. If I continue, I'm afraid I'll die early..." Before Chu Qingmeng could finish her words, Mo Liujin covered her mouth and gently scolded her, "Don't talk nonsense!"

Seeing Mo Liujin's smile fade away and his face become serious, Chu Qingmeng suddenly laughed out loud, "It's just a joke, don't be so taboo." Sitting up, she snuggled into his arms and said with a smile, "If I really die early, Ah Jin..."

Mo Liujin covered Chu Qingmeng's mouth with his hand again and whispered, "Wake up. We have to go to the Li Mansion for lunch. We have to leave at 9:00 PM. It will be there in a cup of tea. Everything is ready. I'm just waiting for you to wake up."

"..." Chu Qingmeng felt even more hopeless. He raised his head and said pitifully again, "My file..."

Mo Liujin looked at her expression and smiled even more. "You said I'd write it for you. Just don't look at me like that anymore, or I'll want a daughter even more."

"..." You're not done yet! Chu Qingmeng rolled her eyes at him, got up to change her clothes, and washed up. Then she called Chunhe in to help her dress up. Mo Liujin leaned on the couch, reading a book and waiting for her. This time, his mind was not completely immersed in the book, but he was always paying attention to Chu Qingmeng.

Seeing Mo Liujin constantly glancing over at her, Chunhe smiled softly, combed her hair, and put on makeup, leaving only her eyebrows unpainted. She smiled and left. Chu Qingmeng was about to say he forgot to draw her eyebrows, but Mo Liujin had already stood up and walked over to her. He raised his hand to pick up the eyebrow pencil and began to gently draw her eyebrows. Chu Qingmeng lowered her eyes and smiled. This man, really is...

Mo Liujin helped Chu Qingmeng onto the carriage, still holding a book and reading. Chu Qingmeng curiously leaned over, but Mo Liujin put away the book and looked at her with a raised eyebrow, "What's wrong?"

"Have you been reading recently?" Chu Qingmeng was very confused. She always felt that Mo Liujin would read books whenever he had free time.

"Isn't it possible?" Mo Liujin put the book under his body, pulled Chu Qingmeng into his arms, and began to snuggle in her neck and sniff her scent.

Chu Qingmeng was a bit speechless. Was he treating himself like that lately? Why did he always look like he was high when he clearly didn't smell? So he asked, "Do I smell?"

"Yeah." Mo Liujin nodded. "It was very faint before, but recently, the scent on you seems to be getting stronger. It's a very special cold fragrance."

Chu Qingmeng's face was filled with questions. Why couldn't she smell it herself? Mo Liujin's words had made Chu Qingmeng so suspicious that she spent a long time researching how to get rid of the smell. It never occurred to her that this was actually Mo Liujin's own problem; his sense of smell was gradually becoming more acute.

The carriage arrived at the gate of the Li Mansion. Everyone in the Li Mansion was already waiting at the door. Chu Qingmeng pushed Mo Liujin, who was sucking her, and said, "That's enough! Are you using me as a stimulant?!"