Time Travel and Love

But it was obvious that Mo Liujin had been coaxed into giving in, and he was still diligently serving Chu Qingmeng dishes and soup.

"Is there anything else tomorrow?" Chu Qingmeng's voice was so hoarse that the two brothers were stunned. Mo Jiangche frowned and asked, "What's wrong with mother? Is she angry?"

"Yeah, I've been feeling a bit irritated lately." Chu Qingmeng was a little uneasy. Mo Liujin acted like a big shot, not even a hint of embarrassment.

"I have to go out for some things tomorrow. Does mother have anything to tell me?" Mo Jiangqing asked.

"It's okay. Wait until you're done. Then take some time to go to the shooting range." Chu Qingmeng thought that the sooner he could learn, the better. What if she didn't have time to teach him? After all, this thing still needed practice.

"Yes, mother." The two brothers responded in unison.

After finishing his meal, Chu Qingmeng held Xiao Mingwei and played with him. While he was teasing the child, Feiying came over and said, "Master, Wen Zhong wants to see you. He is waiting for you in the Third Master's study."

"Yeah. Got it." Chu Qingmeng had just held Xiao Mingwei in his arms for a short while, and now he didn't want to let her go. "Qingyun, are you relieved? I want to hold her and play with her for a while longer. Can I ask the nanny to take her back later?"

"Mom, you can take her away. But she likes to pull her hair right now, so be careful not to get hurt by her." Li said with a smile.

Chu Qingmeng took off her hairband, kissed Xiao Mingwei's chubby little face, and smiled as she was about to carry her away. Mo Liujin put down his bowl and chopsticks and retied her hairband, "I've told you so many times, don't take off your hairband during lunch."

Then he took Xiao Mingwei in one hand and half-armed her with the other hand as they walked towards the study.

The two brothers just looked at their father's back and found it funny. Li and Xu were surprised for a moment. Xu asked, "Father is so skilled at holding a child?"

"I heard from Aunt Chun that our father raised us when we were young, but he stopped holding us after we were three years old," Mo Jiangche explained.

Whenever there were grandchildren, Mo Liujin would just glance at them and rarely hold them. The only one he held twice was Xiao Mingwei, and that was only to pass the child to Chu Qingmeng. So both of them were very surprised.

Arriving in the study, Chu Qingmeng took Xiao Mingwei in his arms. Mo Liujin had no intention of leaving and sat down at the desk to handle official business. Chu Qingmeng smiled softly and said, "Sit down, Wenzhong. There's no need to be shy."

Kui Wenzhong found it a little difficult to speak. He and Shuangcheng had gone to the palace banquet yesterday. He had seen how dark his brother-in-law's face was. Now after hearing the news about Eleven, would he explode?

Seeing Kui Wenzhong's hesitation, Mo Liujin snorted coldly, "Is it related to that person? I can't listen?"

"Okay, go ahead and tell me, Wen Zhong. It's okay." Chu Qingmeng teased Xiao Ming while holding him.

"Yes," Wen Zhong replied, gritting his teeth. "They sent over the Tenth Brother's secret token, saying it was a thank you for the gift sent to the palace that day. There was also a blank imperial edict with the seal removed, saying you could fill it in as you pleased."

Mo Liujin looked up at Kui Wenzhong in surprise, then turned to look at Chu Qingmeng, who was chuckling with a raised eyebrow. "Madam, how much effort has she put in? He's really willing to spend so much money."

Kui Wenzhong coughed lightly, indicating that he hadn't finished speaking. "He said these things are just appetizers. He'll choose another thank-you gift for me when he's free."

Mo Liujin laughed angrily, there's more?!

"That person said he wants to invite me to go horse racing outside Beijing in three days." Seeing Mo Liujin's face getting increasingly gloomy, Kui Wenzhong felt even more embarrassed, but he had to come. The Ninth Master had instructed that only he could handle the matter of Eleven.

Chu Qingmeng thought for a moment and knew what he wanted to do. He just laughed. Why bother? "Just reply to him and say I don't have time."

"Yes." Kui Wenzhong lowered his head slightly and continued, "Also, can the spy next to us be withdrawn? What should we do with the spy?"

"Leave two or three spies behind, and the rest should withdraw." After hesitating for a moment, Chu Qingmeng said, "Don't move."

"Yes. And..." Kui Wenzhong glanced at Mo Liujin, not knowing whether he should let him hear it.

"Wen Zhong, you are determined not to let me know what that person said to your grandfather today, right?" Mo Liujin looked at Kui Wen Zhong with a smile.

"Sir, you have misunderstood. The matter concerning that person has already been reported. What I am going to talk about next has nothing to do with that person." Kui Wenzhong looked calm.

Chu Qingmeng stood up while holding Xiao Mingwei and coaxed him, "Ajin, if you want to listen, just listen. Can you please stop interrupting Wen Zhong?"

Mo Liujin pursed his lips and stopped talking, continuing to handle official business with his head down.

"He Qi is keeping a close eye on General Zuoji. It's because his actions in the past few days have caused quite a stir. If General He continues to act as he pleases, all our people will probably be wiped out. But I still need your instructions on how to deal with General He's situation." Kui Wenzhong was in a dilemma. If he took ruthless action, He Qi would be in trouble. If he didn't, all of their people would be in trouble.

Mo Liujin was shocked again. There were people from the Fifth Floor in the Three Thousand Battalions?! Then... the Divine Machine Battalion, the Fifth Army Battalion, and his subordinates?

Chu Qingmeng was also in a dilemma. He couldn't tell He Qiming about this yet. After thinking for a while, he said helplessly, "Ask Eleven to help He Qi find something to do. You don't need to tell me the reason. Just say that I asked you to do it."

"Yes. Also, the cabinet submitted a memorial today stating that Xining, Dongyue, and several smaller nations will arrive in Kyoto in three months to congratulate the new emperor on his accession. Kyoto will be a hodgepodge by then, and I prefer a quiet place. I wonder if I could possibly avoid it?"