Time Travel and Love

Mo Liujin hadn't seen Chu Qingmeng since the morning court session that day. He had sent people to question Wen Zhong and the others, but they were too tight-lipped to say a word. The secret guards who had been assigned to follow the sedan chair and check on the whereabouts of the deceased hadn't returned. It was obvious that they had been detained by the people on the fifth floor.

Sure enough, before Mo Liujin could even go and negotiate with the people on the fifth floor, Kui Wenzhong had already arrived with several people tied up and thrown directly into the courtyard. Then, with a faint sigh, he said, "Son-in-law, stop causing trouble and focus on the business. If you do this, you'll easily alert the enemy and ruin our master's plan. Aren't you afraid that she'll be angry with you?"

"I'm busy with work. I have to use my extra energy to keep an eye on my wife. If you're afraid that I'll alert the enemy, just tell me where your grandfather has gone, so I can save myself the trouble." Mo Liujin put on a shameless look, determined to find out Chu Qingmeng's whereabouts from the fifth floor.

"..." Kui Wenzhong was speechless. He was alone and couldn't understand why his son-in-law seemed to want to be with Jiu Ye every day. After thinking for a moment, he replied, "I will take you there at midnight."

He turned to leave, but added, "There will be an early court tomorrow, and Master Jiu needs to rest. It would be better for you to just take a look from a distance and come back."

Mo Liujin didn't reply, but lowered his head to attend to official business. What Qingmeng didn't know was that although he was apparently sidelined, according to the emperor's plan, the military power was still in his hands, just from open to covert. However, his troops were too far away and out of reach. The only people he could rely on in the capital were his lieutenants and a few generals he was friendly with. The fate of this matter still depended on the fourth brother. The Shenji Camp had been completely under the control of Liujue a long time ago, but seeing what Qingmeng did, it was likely that there was something fishy going on in the Shenji Camp. Otherwise, according to Qingmeng's lazy character, she would never get involved again. Now, she would rather risk her life than mention Liujue. She was afraid that she knew about the Shenji Camp and thought that Liujue could not handle it, so she made new plans with her father. Alas, did his father really treat them as his sons-in-law? He was so disgusted that he didn't even want to say a word to them.

Knock knock knock. Leng Feng knocked on the study door. "Third Master, the old prince wants to see you."

Mo Liujin opened the door and went straight to Mo Chenfeng's courtyard, but this time, he was in the main hall. Entering the house, he was startled to see all the younger generations there, each standing behind their father. Mo Liujin frowned slightly, bowed, and sat down in his seat, his two sons standing behind him.

"Life is not peaceful anymore." Mo Chenfeng raised his hand and burned the letter in his hand. Mo Liujin glanced at the burning paper on the ground. It was written by Qing Meng. After the letter was burned clean, Mo Chenfeng spoke again, "The prince is ready to force the emperor to abdicate. Are there any of my sons who are afraid of death?"

"Grandfather, a man should be loyal to his country. Why fear death?" Mo Liufang's eldest son, Mo Jiangheng, was the eldest son and grandson among the younger generation. All the younger generation, regardless of legitimate or illegitimate, who had reached adulthood, were present. The younger generation responded to their elder brother's calls with unwavering devotion.

Mo Chenfeng shook his head, his voice unquestionable, "It's not about serving the country with all my heart. I'm going to bet on the entire Rong family to pave the way for the new emperor."

When these words came out, even Mo Liufang and his brothers were confused. Their father had always been neutral, so what happened?!

Knowing his sons' doubts, Mo Chenfeng explained, "For years, I have remained neutral in order to protect the entire Rong family. However, I was wrong. Neutrality also makes people see me as a thorn in the side. The siege of the mansion a few months ago proved my mistake. If Lingxue and Qingmeng hadn't risked their lives to protect the women of the mansion, when we returned home that day, we would have seen the bodies of our wives and children. The Fuguo Mansion, the Zhenguo Mansion, the Yingguo Mansion... How many of these mansions, which were as neutral as ours, didn't have their wives and children killed or injured? This time, I don't want to leave it to fate anymore. Taking a chance is much more satisfying than being a thorn in the side of others. So, I ask one last time, are there any of my sons who are afraid of death? If so, take your wives and children immediately, and I will send someone to escort them out of the capital."

The room was silent for a moment.

"Grandfather, your grandson is willing to follow you!" Mo Jiangqing was the first person to break the silence.

Once the silence was broken, it was like an unstoppable ripple, quickly turning into a wave. Mo Chenfeng couldn't stop smiling as he looked at the twenty or so grandchildren kneeling below him. "Very good, none of my grandchildren are cowards!"

He waved his hand, signaling them to stand up, and then said solemnly, "Recuperate your energy for the next few days and rest whenever you can. In three days, it will be a fight for our lives. The Crown Prince is forcing the emperor to abdicate, and the Eighth Prince is plotting a trick. He wants to get rid of the Crown Prince and force the Emperor to appoint a new heir. It's a clever plan. Our first priority is to protect the Emperor. The rest will be handled by me."

"Grandfather." The youngest, Mo Jiangsi, Mo Liuteng's son, was only sixteen years old this year. He had just completed his coming-of-age ceremony and didn't quite understand the political situation. He was full of enthusiasm but asked in a daze, "Who is the new emperor we want to support?"

Mo Liuteng scolded him, shaking his head helplessly. Is it okay to say such things openly? Stupid boy!

Mo Chenfeng smiled, but did not answer. Look, his descendants, even if they don’t know anything, as long as he dares to say it, they will dare to do it!