Time Travel and Love

Half a month passed in the blink of an eye, and Chu Qingmeng's injuries had finally healed. Quan Si also came to check Mo Liujin's pulse and said he was almost well and could try again in two or three days at most. Quan Si still needed to read more books on the subject and be as thorough as possible. Mo Liujin hadn't been idle during this period either, reading and practicing whenever he could. He was truly gifted in this area, and in recent days he had even reached a higher level than before.

Sitting in the pavilion, Chu Qingmeng clutched her pipa as she listened to Wen Zhong's report on his recent collaboration with Shiyi. She was surprised to learn that Shiyi had only requested some of her assassins, not fully involved in the matter. After a moment's reflection, she realized he was simply using the excuse of sending her something. She gave a helpless, wry smile. What was this? Compensation?

"Master, there's one more thing. The Crown Prince is dead. He hesitated before he could act, and several people close to the Crown Prince tried to stop him. That's why he only succeeded half an hour ago. If nothing unexpected happens, the news will reach the mansion soon. My son-in-law might be there to watch over the body. Master, I'd better go back to the fifth floor with my subordinates and stay there for a while. Your subordinates are truly worried about you being in the mansion."

Chu Qingmeng shook his head. "No. If I leave, the women and children in the mansion will definitely become their targets. The secret guards are not many and cannot protect them."

"But, sir, your health is not good now. If you continue..." Wen Zhong frowned and tried to dissuade Chu Qingmeng.

Chu Qingmeng smiled, "Wen Zhong, my grandson, the oldest is only eight years old, and the youngest is not even two years old."

Kui Wenzhong said nothing more. It was human nature. He couldn't persuade him.

"Mother, Master." The two brothers came over. Mo Jiangqing heard Chu Qingmeng's words and asked with a smile, "Mother, what happened to Zexun and the others?"

I wanted to say 'nothing', but then I thought about how many children they both had, so I thought for a moment and asked, "How old are you two this year?"

The two brothers were stunned for a moment, looking at each other, not knowing what Chu Qingmeng meant, but still replied, "Twenty-six."

"Adults..." Chu Qingmeng seemed to be lost in thought, then suddenly smiled. Had she always treated them like children, never letting them get involved in anything? By the time her time came, they would be almost thirty, and wouldn't they still be able to act independently? She was only nineteen now. She was confused. She said to Wen Zhong, "Wen Zhong, tell them about the prince's situation. I want to see how they can make arrangements to protect their wives and children."

After Wen Zhong finished speaking, the arrangements for the two of them were very appropriate. Chu Qingmeng smiled. Come on, she was being sentimental and always treated them as children. They had also entered the court. Mo Liujin was only eighteen or nineteen years old when he took charge of affairs alone. They were so old now, and she was controlling them too much. The overall situation was settled, and she had to hand over the power. Now, let them gain more experience. Thinking of this, she said to Wen Zhong, "Wen Zhong, call Qin An and the others."

Wen Zhongying should withdraw. The two brothers looked at Chu Qingmeng, feeling something was amiss. Why did their mother look like she was enjoying her old age? However, with her childlike face, it was quite incongruous. Mo Jiangche laughed uncontrollably, "Mother, are you planning to enjoy your old age at such a young age?"

Hearing him teasing her, Chu Qingmeng also laughed, and said half-jokingly and half-seriously, "Not yet, but it will be soon. It suddenly occurred to me that you should be in charge of yourselves. I worry too much. I shouldn't treat you like children. If I die early and you still don't protect your wife and children, that would be my sin."

"Mother!" Mo Jiangqing frowned and scolded, "Mother, don't talk nonsense! How old are you?"

Even Mo Jiangche's smile faded, and he frowned at her. Chu Qingmeng was amused by his serious tone, "Are you and your son both very sensitive about this? Every time I talk about it, your father always covers my mouth."

"What did you say? Should I cover your mouth?" Mo Liujin stepped over. Hearing his relaxed tone, she guessed that the letter of the prince's death had not yet been delivered. Walking over, seeing that the two brothers looked unhappy, Mo Liujin looked at Chu Qingmeng and said in a serious tone, "What did you say just now?"

"It was just a joke." She stopped talking, but couldn't stand Mo Jiangche complaining to her.

After hearing his words, Mo Liujin looked at Chu Qingmeng with eyes full of contemplation. Her words on the fifth floor, 'I don't have much time left', echoed in his mind. After a long pause, he asked, "Qingmeng, what exactly did you hide from me? That day on the fifth floor, you said..."

"I told you, it was just a joke. Ah Jin, do you really have to interrogate me?" Chu Qingmeng, still with a playful look on his face, interrupted him, "Everyone has to die. When they die is not up to us. We should always prepare for the worst when doing things. Can you please stop interrogating me? Your files haven't been reviewed yet, and Ah Jin, your official duties haven't been reviewed yet either. Go back to work!"

After repeated scolding from her, the two brothers finally walked over to the desk and began to review the files. But Mo Liujin didn't leave. This old man was no easier to fool than the two younger ones. She had beaten and beaten the younger ones, but she couldn't hide the truth from this old man unless she revealed her true intentions.