Time Travel and Love

"It's nothing, just my servant. Don't panic." Mo Liujin, the big-tailed wolf, acted like a real person.

Ling Xiao finally managed to suppress his urge to laugh, and Chen Shao simply suppressed his smile. Deputy General Xing watched Chen Shao struggle to suppress his smile, puzzled. He whispered, only to receive a reply of, "I'll tell you later."

Chu Qingmeng was awakened by the angry shouts. She sat up drowsily, hearing a few more clinking sounds of armor, but then she realized someone might have entered the tent and frightened herself enough to not move. Noticing Chu Qingmeng's breathing had deliberately slowed considerably, Mo Liujin shook his head and stood up behind the screen. Seeing her still half asleep, he didn't dare move. He stroked her hair and whispered softly, "Nothing's wrong. I'm back. They were just a few friends of mine. No need to control your breathing. Did you wake me?"

Chu Qingmeng shook her head and pushed him out. Mo Liujin smiled, touched her hair again, and went to the outer hall.

"Go on." He said calmly, but the others didn't dare to talk about business anymore. Leng Feng came in and said, "General. Just heard the news: The Tenth Prince is dead. The Dali Temple found out that it was one of his concubines who drugged the Tenth Prince, causing him to go insane and die."

Mo Liujin knew it was Eleven's doing. Jiang Che had already told him that Eleven had taken Old Ten away that day, but wouldn't it be too hasty to get rid of him now? Did the Emperor know about this?

Chu Qingmeng frowned behind the screen. So impatient? Old Shiyuan was a mad dog. Just keep him in captivity. Now was his crucial time as regent. There was no need to make a big move now. Eleven must be aware of this. What was going on?

"A concubine? Ha." Li Xiu sneered, hinting, "I hope it's a concubine. He's not afraid of the emperor finding out if he does this."

"Brother, be careful with your words." Mo Liujin reminded him, "The overall situation has been decided, and the emperor is well aware of it. The elders have already discussed the pros and cons with the emperor."

Li Xiu sighed. How could he not know? However, such obvious actions would sooner or later cause dissatisfaction among the government and the public.

Shen Sixu shrugged, looked at Li Xiu and reminded him, "Old Li, you and I are both neutral. Who is in power and how they act is none of our business. You'd better be cautious."

Ling Xiao nodded in agreement, "The Emperor is now on the verge of death, and I'm afraid he won't have much time left. If he wants to control the world, he must use both soft and hard tactics. Otherwise, how can he hold on to his position? This is a common occurrence, so you should be more open-minded."

Returning from outside the tent, Kui Wenzhong twitched his lips as he looked at the hairpin in his hand. How could he possibly give it to the Ninth Master? Eleventh Master was getting more and more outrageous. What exactly did he mean to the Ninth Master? The Ninth Master was his cousin's wife. Was he crazy?! That day when the Ninth Master was captured by the Tenth Master, he hadn't dared to tell the Ninth Master about the unintentional hint of anxiety in his tone, the questioning that worried he might betray him. Forget it, he'd wait until the Third Master came to inspect the camp tomorrow and find a way to get Feiying out before giving it to the Ninth Master.

The generals talked in the tent for nearly an hour before leaving. A few steps outside the tent, Deputy General Xing couldn't help but ask Chen Shao, "Old Chen! What's going on?"

Chen Shao suppressed a smile and said, "Are you not aware of our general's infatuated character? Use your brain and guess who is behind the screen. Let me remind you, behind the screen is the bed. Which servant would rest on the general's bed? The sound before was clearly the sound of someone turning over in sleep."

Deputy General Xing and Deputy General Liu were dumbfounded. The general dared to do anything!

Hearing the sound of everyone leaving, Chu Qingmeng relaxed and lay down again. She probably guessed why Eleven did this. Ten had robbed her that day, and he might have stepped on his bottom line. But Chu Qingmeng herself didn't expect that she was actually his bottom line. So, he was actually venting his anger on Mo Liujin because of his relationship with him, and he was afraid that he couldn't accept it. Chu Qingmeng was in a complicated mood. If she was still just Chu Qingmeng, she would have gone crazy when she guessed his identity in the Eighth Prince's Courtyard. During the three days she was cooped up in the room, she wondered if Chu Qingmeng had already died in the snake cave in the tomb. Could it be that she is no longer Chu Qingmeng now?

Mo Liujin stood by the bed, watching the hairband covering Chu Qing's eyes getting slightly wet, his brows furrowed. The news that had just reached him was the death of Old Ten. Why was she crying? Was it because Eleven had acted out loud? Was she angry? But now she was clearly heartbroken. He leaned over to sit beside the bed and asked softly, "What's wrong? Why are you crying?"

Chu Qingmeng stood up and hugged him, leaning on his shoulder. There was a hint of tears in her voice, "Ajin, when the new emperor ascends the throne, come travel with me. I hate my current life. I want to be a carefree and idle person."

"I promise you, I won't cry anymore." Mo Liujin raised his hand to untie her hairband and wiped her tears. After hesitating for a long time, he finally asked, "Are you...crying because of Eleven?"

Chu Qingmeng was stunned. This man's intuition was too sensitive, wasn't it? She smiled and kissed him, "Yes and no, but I really like the way you look now. Haha."

"..." Mo Liujin was helpless. One moment he was crying, and the next moment he was laughing at him, "You and Eleven... are also old acquaintances?"