Time Travel and Love

"Do you two have anything to do today?" Chu Qingmeng asked the two brothers.

The two exchanged glances, and Mo Jiangqing replied, "Mother, nothing's wrong."

Chu Qingmeng's wicked smile rose again. "Alright, then I'll conscript you. Come on, help me process the files."

"..."

Mo Liujin laughed out loud. So this was where that evil smile was meant to be used?

It was hot in July and the house was very stuffy. Only in the pavilion could one get a bit of coolness. Someone replaced the round table with two desks, one for each person. It was very fair. Only at the beginning did Chu Qingmeng tell the two how to handle the review, and then they handled it themselves. If they didn't understand, they would read it to her.

Jiao Chunhe took the pipa and sat there bored, fiddling with it, trying out new tunes she had never tried before. Mo Liujin saw her fiddling with the pipa through the window while her two sons wrote furiously at their desks, and he couldn't help but laugh out loud. This scene... was very heartwarming.

The two of them were quite happy, but it was hard on the two brothers who were writing furiously. They had never written in the morning and continued until the evening, and their hands were cramped. As if guessing the brothers' miserable faces, Chu Qingmeng smiled and said, "It's accumulated over the past three or four days, so it's quite a lot. You two have worked hard today. However, until I can see again or until your father recovers from his injury, you two will need to help."

Mo Jiangche was the youngest son after all, so Chu Qingmeng felt a bit partial to him. He knew it too. Just now, he knelt in front of Chu Qingmeng in a miserable state, leaning on her knees and begging for mercy, "Mother, please let me go. I have never written for such a long time."

A flicker of envy flashed in Mo Jiangqing's eyes. There was nothing he could do. Although they were twins, he was the eldest son. There were many things Jiang Che could do that he couldn't. Perhaps Mo Jiangqing's silence had made Chu Qingmeng aware of his thoughts. He patted Jiang Che on the back and said, "Qing'er, are you going to stop helping your mother?"

Hearing Chu Qingmeng calling him, Mo Jiangqing walked over from behind the desk to Chu Qingmeng's side, took her outstretched hand and said with a smile, "How could that be? Just as mother commands, a son can do it."

Chu Qingmeng squeezed his big hand hard, and with his other hand, he patted Mo Jiangche's back and teased him with a smile, "Did you hear what your brother said, little bastard? You two are the same age. Can't your brother be a grown man who can hold up the world, while you're still a baby?"

Mo Jiangche was irritated by her words "little baby". He stood up and looked at her with a mixture of laughter and tears. "Mother, I just want to be closer to you. I'm also a grown man who kills enemies on the battlefield. These three words of yours broke my heart."

Chu Qingmeng couldn't stop smiling. Although they had grown up, it seemed that the bond between them had only deepened since the abdication. She gripped Mo Jiangqing's hand tightly and looked at him. "Qing'er, your father needs the eldest son to establish the family line, but as a mother, I only have you two children. I don't need you to shoulder too much responsibility. What Che'er can do, you can try too." Then, she let go of his hand, opened her arms as if hugging him, and asked with a smile, "Do you want to learn from Che'er?"

Mo Jiangqing then realized that Chu Qingmeng had always been concerned about his emotions. The last time she hugged him, it was because Jiang Che hugged her, and she was afraid that he would be unhappy. This time, it was still Mo Jiangche who was acting coquettishly with her, and she was still afraid that she would not be able to let go. After all, besides her mother, who would care about these little things? Not even her father cared! Tears welled up in her eyes, but she didn't want to let them fall. She knelt in front of Chu Qingmeng, put her hands on her waist, buried her face in her belly, and said in a sobbing voice, "Mom."

Chu Qingmeng patted him on the back and let him cry for a while. He touched his face and wiped his tears before interrupting him, "Come on, or your eyes will feel uncomfortable tomorrow." Then he continued with a smile, "Anyway, you two have to continue working tomorrow. Don't try to escape. Do you understand?"

"Brother, did you hear that? Mother is afraid that we will run away, so she's using the family ties as a trick!" Mo Jiangche understood Chu Qingmeng's thoughts and joked with Mo Jiangqing.

Three days passed like this, filled with laughter. Then Quan Si arrived.

"Master, son-in-law." Quan Si greeted her and took Chu Qingmeng's pulse again, finding it still normal. "Master, you're in good health. If it's not a physical problem, then it's probably a problem with your spiritual power. I need the help of a cultivator who can use his magical powers to probe your body and determine what's wrong. I can't do that, so why don't you go back to the old master? He should have a solution."

"Spiritual power?" Mo Liujin asked.

Quan Si stopped talking, and Chu Qingmeng explained, "Well. Immortal cultivators, whether they are human, demon, or devil, cultivate mana, which becomes immortal magic after becoming immortal. I'm a little special, as I have spiritual power. In short, although the names are different, the usage is similar."

"Hmm, so cultivators cultivate mana?" Mo Liujin looked at Quan Si. With a flip of his hand, the water in the tea bowl on the table gathered in his hand and formed a water ball. "Is that it?"