Time Travel and Love

Chu Qingmeng didn't answer Mo Chenfeng. She couldn't possibly be saying that anyone from her fifth floor was in the court, could she? The Six Ministries, the Secretariat, the Divine Machine Battalion, Mo Liujin's three armies, and so on... So she changed the subject, "Father, I'm curious. Why do you have to fight so hard for the dirty and tiring job of being the emperor? Isn't it better to be a rice bug?"

Mo Chenfeng was amused by her and reached out to touch Chu Qingmeng's head. "Although my daughter is sensitive to government affairs, she is a girl after all. She cannot understand the temptation of power to men."

Mo Liujin rubbed his forehead. He just didn't understand why Qing Meng always felt that being an emperor was a dirty and tiring job.

Chu Qingmeng twitched his lips. Temptation? Ha, the temptation of getting up at midnight to prepare for the morning court? "You guys go ahead."

"Old Prince, the son-in-law is here." Mo Chenfeng's servant outside the house reported and brought He Qi in.

"Father-in-law. My uncles." He Qi bowed, then looked up and saw Chu Qingmeng, and was stunned for a moment. Didn't they say they were going to discuss matters? "Third sister-in-law."

After the death of Yang Yu and Jiang Cheng, their official positions were temporarily taken over by He Qi.

Hearing He Qi's voice, Chu Qingmeng felt a little resentful. Although this guy was always laughing and joking, he was really alert. The Lieutenant General of the Three Thousand Battalion under He Qi's command was her man. She had only passed on the message twice, but was targeted by this guy and was still in a sidelined state.

Perhaps it was because Chu Qingmeng's resentment was too strong that He Qi felt uncomfortable all over. "Ahem, sister, no, Third Sister-in-law, have I... offended you recently?"

Chu Qingmeng gritted her teeth and replied with two words in hatred, "No!" Then she turned around and left with tears in her eyes. She couldn't say it directly yet! She reminded him casually, "By the way, the commander of the Fifth Battalion is from Eleventh. Don't be too wary of them."

Mo Chenfeng responded, and everyone continued to plan. Chu Qingmeng was lost in thought, wondering about tomorrow's events. Should she go? With such tight security, no one would cause trouble at the coronation ceremony, right? However, as her mind wandered, she unconsciously sank into her chair, a posture that seemed somewhat inappropriate in front of her elders.

Mo Liujin noticed it, but he couldn't bring himself to warn her out loud because it would be too obvious. Mo Chenfeng noticed it but just shook his head, telling Mo Liujin to leave her alone.

After much deliberation, Chu Qingmeng decided to go tomorrow. She'd sit on the rooftop for a while, then head home if she had nothing else to do. It was only tomorrow anyway, and Mo Liujin and the others had made pretty good plans. She'd treat it like a TV drama, a live emperor's enthronement. Wow, who knows what a visual feast it would be. As she thought about it, she drifted off to sleep on his lap. No one noticed her until the 11:00 PM, when they finally dispersed.

Mo Liujin felt rather helpless. She had just slept in the afternoon, and she was sleepy again so soon? He went forward and called her twice. Chu Qingmeng drowsily hugged Mo Liujin's waist, her head resting on his stomach, feeling unable to open her eyes.

Mo Liufang smiled unconsciously at her lazy look. She would always fall asleep during meetings. "Third brother, don't wake her up. Take her back. If she wakes up, she might not be able to fall asleep in her room."

Mo Liujin sighed helplessly. He'd slept for two days before waking up in the morning, and then slept all afternoon. Now, just a short while later, he was asleep again. He picked her up and flew back to his yard. He helped her take off her coat and lay down himself. But as soon as he lay down, Chu Qingmeng leaned over, a habit he'd developed during the time he'd been away. He silently pulled her into his arms, and the two of them fell into a deep sleep.

Mo Liujin woke up at three quarters past midnight the next day. He had to get up and pack up. Today was the coronation ceremony and all officials would pay homage to the throne. All officials in the mansion had to go. I was afraid that most of the men would leave, so the affairs of the mansion were handed over to those boys who had not yet achieved fame.

"Ajin." Mo Liujin was washing up when Chu Qingmeng woke up and called him while rubbing his eyes.

"Well, sleep a little longer. It's still early. If nothing unexpected happens, there will be a palace banquet in the evening. You got up so early, I'm afraid you will feel sleepy again in the evening." Mo Liujin sat back on the bed, covered her with the quilt, and wanted her to rest for a while.

Chu Qingmeng sat up and said, "Ajin, can you help me comb my hair?"

Mo Liujin knew that the bun she was talking about must be a man's bun, and he didn't know how to comb a woman's hair. He asked her helplessly, "Do we have to go out?"

"I just feel uneasy and want to go check it out. If anything happens, I will leave and Shuangcheng will take care of me. Don't worry." Chu Qingmeng patted his face and finally felt a little more sober.

Mo Liujin combed her hair. When he was putting it up, his hands paused. That hairpin... Then he took off his own hairpin and fixed it in place for her. "Qingmeng, that pink hairpin, was it given to you by Eleven?"

"Yeah." Chu Qingmeng responded and found Mo Liujin's hairpin from the dressing table. "Do you want to re-pin your hair?"

Taking the hairpin from her hand, Mo Liujin looked into her eyes and asked softly, "Why do you want to accept his hairpin?"