Time Travel and Love

Chu Qingmeng pondered for a moment and then smiled, "An Ning wants to ask the Emperor's uncle to give An Ning a posthumous title. An Ning has seen the secrets of heaven and is afraid that her time is running out. Could you please ask the Emperor's uncle for the posthumous title of 'loyalty and righteousness'?"

The emperor chuckled twice and joked with Mo Chenfeng, "Seventh brother, who said this girl doesn't know how to beat around the bush? Listen, she's clearly begging me for an imperial decree to save her life! She's afraid that when the new emperor ascends the throne, if today's events get out, he might hold a grudge against her."

Mo Chenfeng just bowed slightly and smiled, without answering.

"Forget it, girl!" After all four needles were removed, the emperor seemed to be in much better spirits. However, only Chu Qingmeng and his servant knew that the emperor only looked better; inside, he was a hollow shell. The emperor sat up and said with a smile, "I will give you a dragon-subduing stick. You can strike down foolish and immoral rulers and treacherous ministers. It can also save your life. How about it?"

Chu Qingmeng knelt down to thank him, took the useless thing, and said with a smile, "Uncle Emperor, please give it to my father first. An Ning has to return to the Eighth Prince's suburban villa and cannot take anything back with her."

"Are you going back?" A hint of surprise flashed in the emperor's eyes and he looked at Chu Qingmeng.

Chu Qingmeng shrugged and smiled, "We have to finish this drama with the Eighth Prince. An Ning also wants to see what the Eighth Prince is up to. But this has made my general suffer. He's almost become a knight in shining armor."

"Hahaha..." The emperor was amused by her. He felt much more relaxed after talking to Chu Qingmeng for a few words.

Quan Si walked to Chu Qingmeng's side. Chu Qingmeng reached out and took the porcelain bottle. "Uncle Emperor, there are only three pills of this medicine. If you feel really uncomfortable, you can take one to slow down your body. I can't do more for An Ning. I just ask you to take care of your health."

The Emperor knew that Chu Qingmeng had done her best and feared that she only had a month left. He nodded and signaled his personal eunuch to take it. "Good child, you have worked hard these days. I will leave an imperial decree in advance. When this matter is concluded, I will promote you to Princess An Ning Gu Cheng. No matter who ascends the throne in the future, they will not be able to touch you in the slightest."

Chu Qingmeng shook her head. "An Ning just feels that her father and uncle are brothers, so she wants to do her part. Let's forget about the title of eldest princess." Then she smiled playfully. "An Ning still wants our general to do what he wants. He doesn't want An Ning to ruin his ambitions."

The emperor was stunned for a moment before he smiled and said, "It was a rule of the previous dynasty that a prince consort could not enter the government. This rule does not exist in this dynasty. Does An Ning's motherland also have such a rule?"

This time it was Chu Qingmeng's turn to be confused. He nodded subconsciously, but then felt that this action seemed inappropriate and explained, "Yes, An Ning is from Long Country, a very remote place. It is true that a prince consort cannot enter the officialdom."

The emperor smiled and waved his hand, signaling her to leave. Chu Qingmeng bowed and left the Qianqing Palace, feeling finally free. The atmosphere was too oppressive. She got into the sedan chair and walked out of the palace, leaving only Mo Chenfeng to talk with the emperor.

Mo Liujin, who was waiting outside the palace, was already getting anxious. Although he knew that even if Chu Qingmeng came out, he wouldn't be able to get into the sedan chair, but he hadn't seen her sedan chair since the court was dismissed in the Hall of Supreme Harmony. He was extremely worried and kept waiting outside the palace gates, watching. Although he still couldn't get into the sedan chair after an hour, he felt much more at ease, at least she was fine.

"Father, who is in that sedan chair? Why are you so restless and insisting on waiting for him?" Mo Jiangqing couldn't help but ask. Mo Jiangche, however, remained silent and pondered for a long time, as if he had guessed something. He then dragged Mo Jiangqing onto the horse, leaving Mo Liujin standing there waiting alone.

"Why are you pulling me?!" Mo Jiangqing was exhausted by Mo Liujin.

"Brother, don't ask. Father won't tell you even if you ask." Mo Jiangche shook his head, then urged his horse to stay close to Mo Jiangqing's and whispered in his ear, "I guess the person in the sedan chair is mother."

Mo Jiangqing looked incredulous. Mo Jiangche explained, "When have you ever seen your father show such concern for anyone other than your mother? If there was a man in that sedan chair, they would have been pressed against each other. Could your father have endured the fifteen minutes it took to get from the mansion gate to the palace gate? And think about that mocking laugh your grandfather has hurled at your father after the court session these past few times."

"But, mother attended the morning court?! How... how is this possible?!" Although Mo Jiangqing had accepted that it was Chu Qingmeng in the sedan chair, he still couldn't accept that Chu Qingmeng actually attended the court! "Besides, wasn't mother kidnapped half a month ago?"

Mo Jiangche shook his head. "I don't know either, but I feel like the person in the sedan must be my mother. Perhaps my grandfather, my father, and my mother are planning something, and the emperor has approved it! But only the three of them know about it. I'm afraid even my uncles and aunts at home have been kept in the dark."

Mo Jiangqing frowned and fell silent, lost in thought. He recalled the letter his grandfather had burned that day. The one or two words that had been left out looked a bit like his mother's handwriting, which was once called a hard pen. Thinking about it, he realized he had never seen his mother write properly, so perhaps that letter was indeed hers. But why was his mother allowed to come and go as she pleased after being kidnapped? If she could come and go as she pleased, why didn't she come home?