Time Travel and Love

The roof of the Hall of Supreme Harmony the next morning.

Chu Qingmeng was wearing the cosplay costume Mu Lingxue had given her and was sitting on the roof of the Hall of Supreme Harmony, facing the direction of the Palace of Heavenly Purity. Kui Wenzhong and Shuang Cheng were sitting face to face, one holding black and the other holding white. Wu Qing and Jing Ming were sitting beside her. Quan Si was half-lying on the side, watching the drama in the Palace of Heavenly Purity with great interest. Behind them, many shadow guards were standing motionlessly.

"The previous emperor passed away, and the Eleventh Prince is now regent. What disputes are there over the throne?"

"The Regent is the Regent, and the Eleventh Prince is not the Crown Prince after all! Since ancient times, the eldest son of the legitimate wife has been the heir, and the Eleventh Prince is neither the eldest son nor the heir, so it is difficult for him to convince the people."

"A ruler must be virtuous! Why must he establish the eldest son as the heir?!"

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"Master, I have finally seen enough of these sour scholars. They are just talking big." Quan Si said to Chu Qingmeng with a sarcastic laugh.

"Sixteen out of nine." Chu Qingmeng told Shuang Cheng that he had settled on one move and then spoke again, "Four out of nine. How many people in the world can achieve both? Those who can both bring peace to the world with a pen and decide the fate of the world with a sword are rare. What you see now is the true manifestation of the world."

"Master, number three and seven." Kui Wenzhong made a move and reminded.

"No. 77." Chu Qingmeng took a sip of tea and smiled. "No rush. We have to see who still harbors illusions about this position before we can make a move. He holds the cards. He knows exactly what to do. We can just watch the show."

"Greetings, Master Jiu." Wen Zhong's deputy brought a bunch of random things and hung them on two bamboo poles.

"Are all the things here?" Chu Qingmeng asked casually.

"Replying to Master Jiu, it's all done."

"Well, no hurry, let's wait."

"Master, nine out of fourteen." Kui Wenzhong thought for a long time before deciding on one.

"Fourth and sixth place. Wen Zhong, you lost." Chu Qingmeng tilted his head and smiled lightly at Kui Wen Zhong.

At this point, Kui Wenzhongshi couldn't help but look at Chu Qingmeng, the smile in his eyes somewhat doting, like looking at a child. There was nothing he could do, this face, this childlike action. Fortunately, Jiu Ye couldn't see it! Otherwise, seeing his eyes, he would have immediately turned hostile.

Shuang Cheng shook her head helplessly. After Jiu Ye couldn't see her, this seemed to have become her habitual action, and she couldn't correct it no matter what. Reaching out to straighten her sitting posture, he said, "Master, if you continue like this, big brother will have to..." He treated you like a daughter. Shuang Cheng swallowed the second half of her words back into her stomach at Kui Wenzhong's murderous eyes.

"Master! Eleven has finally had enough of the show! He's finally willing to take drastic measures!" Quan Si became alert and sat up straight to watch the show.

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Following Eleven's gaze, the Duke of Fuguo stood up with all the royalists except Mo Chenfeng. "The late emperor was far-sighted and had anticipated what would happen today! Therefore, the yellow paper was sealed in a brocade box, placed behind the plaque of 'Zhengda Guangming' in the Qianqing Palace! We, the humble servants, have been verbally instructed in advance that after the late emperor's death, the box will be opened in the presence of all the princes and civil and military officials!"

The Duke of Fuguo was a royalist, and his words were incredibly credible. Mo Liujin flicked his wrist and swung the beads adorning his waist at the plaque. Sure enough, a small box fell out from behind the plaque. Without giving anyone a chance, the Duke of Fuguo caught it.

"To avoid any mistakes, the emperor has also kept a copy with me. Only when the two are consistent can it be true." Mo Chenfeng spoke at this time. He took out an identical small box.

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Hearing Quan Si's retelling, Chu Qingmeng raised an eyebrow. "Huh?! Has he learned something? The Emperor must have learned something new before his death."

Once the secret decree was announced, most of the princes in the hall had no choice but to accept it, no matter how reluctant they were. However, Fifteen and Seventeen refused to accept it. At a single signal, their followers stood up and began to refute it.

Chu Qingmeng listened to Quan Si's retelling with a smile. She was the only one present who couldn't hear the conversation in the Qianqing Palace. After listening for a long time, Chu Qingmeng finally spoke, "Jingming, go and deliver something to your former master."

Jingming looked at Chu Qingmeng, only to see her raise her hand and have Wen Zhong's assistant pass the bamboo pole to her. After a moment's thought, she took the hairpin Eleven had given her and placed it on the front of the pole. "Let everyone here take a look to see if there's anything familiar to them."

Jingming took the order and went to the Qianqing Palace with the bamboo pole. After a few steps, he entered the main hall.

Mo Liujin narrowed his eyes when he saw his clothes. They were exactly the same as Qing Meng's, even the same mask.

"Greetings, Eleventh Prince." Jing Ming bowed slightly, not offering any formal greetings. The smile beneath his mask remained welded to his face. "Our master sent a subordinate to bring you something."

After saying this, he raised the bamboo pole and showed it to the people present. "Our master asked me to ask you, does anyone look familiar? If so, please think carefully before speaking."

Mr. Chen, who was jumping around the most happily, suddenly broke out in a cold sweat when he saw the longevity lock that he had given to his son in his old age yesterday.

Mo Liujin looked at the hairpin at the front. It belonged to Qing Meng. He felt like he had seen this person somewhere before, just a quick glance, but he couldn't remember where. He was wearing the same clothes as Qing Meng, so if anything, it must be Qing Meng's person. But why was Qing Meng's hairpin also among them?

The hall suddenly became silent.