Time Travel and Love

When the group arrived at the palace gate and got off the carriage, they happened to run into He Qi and Mo Wushuang. Mo Liujin did help Shuang Cheng get off the carriage this time, but he only offered him his arm as a show. If it was Chu Qingmeng, he would have extended his own hand. Looking at the arm offered to him, Shuang Cheng twitched his mouth slightly and lightly touched his arm, complaining in his heart that he would never listen to Jiu Ye and pretend to be her again. She was always so close to her son-in-law, and he really couldn't stand it. If he didn't pretend, he was afraid of revealing his flaws.

"Sister Qingmeng!" Mo Wushuang was pleasantly surprised to meet her here. He felt like he had someone to accompany him on the journey. Suddenly, he realized that he shouldn't call her "sister" anymore, so he quickly changed his words and said, "Third sister-in-law!"

Shuang Cheng imitated Chu Qingmeng's tone to respond to Mo Wushuang. They talked and laughed all the way until they reached the square in front of the Hall of Supreme Harmony. Except for Mu Lingxue and Mo Liuyuan, no one noticed that the person in front of them was not Chu Qingmeng.

When the banquet began, the emperor brought the same concubine with him as last time, but this time he didn't even stare at Chu Qingmeng.

At this time, in the palace, Chu Qingmeng, who was originally writing "The Art of War: The Diplomatic Mission" in his room, stopped writing after hearing a few whispers from Kui Wenzhong. He shook his head and smiled, "I'm going to change my clothes."

Still wearing light men's clothes, Kui Wenzhong took her to the roof of the main courtyard of the princess's mansion.

Since the siege, she had no more secret guards around her, relying solely on the shadow guards from the fifth floor. Kui Wenzhong didn't trust the palace's secret guards' skills, but Mo Liujin readily agreed. He felt more at ease knowing someone with greater martial arts skills would protect her. Tonight, for a more realistic look, Feiying, Feiling, and Chunhe all accompanied them to the palace banquet, so only the people from the fifth floor were present.

On the roof of the Princess's Mansion, there was a small square table, a few side dishes that Chu Qingmeng liked, two wine glasses, a jar of wine, and Mo Yunting in black.

Chu Qingmeng, also dressed in black, also changed into men's clothing. The two of them sat down on the rooftop, and Mo Yunting dismissed the people around him. Chu Qingmeng smiled and asked Wen Zhong to leave as well, but Kui Wen Zhong hesitated. Eleven was not someone he trusted.

"Go ahead, it's nothing. If he hurts me, it won't take you a minute to make him suffer." Chu Qingmeng looked at Kui Wenzhong and laughed at his excessive loyalty. Kui Wenzhong then accepted the order and withdrew.

"Oh? He's giving me a hard time?" Mo Yunting became interested and poured a glass for Chu Qingmeng and another for himself.

"Well, he is the master of the Mingchu on the fifth floor." Chu Qingmeng didn't say much, but just found a suitable reason to shirk.

"When will your eyes get better?" Mo Yunting picked up the chopsticks and picked up a piece of food for Chu Qingmeng and put it in her bowl.

"On the day of your coronation ceremony, I think you were the one who made the wedding go smoothly?" Chu Qingmeng looked at him jokingly and raised his glass. "What will happen to the palace banquet if you come to my place?"

Mo Yunting used the other end of his chopsticks to push down her wine glass. "Eat something before drinking, otherwise, your stomach will hurt. Chong Si is in the palace to take my place."

Chu Qingmeng put down her wine glass with a smile, picked up her chopsticks and ate the dish he had just picked up. However, she was stunned for a moment after the dish entered her mouth, then laughed and said, "Old Chen, your cooking is still as bad as ever."

Mo Yunting looked at her and smiled, but tears flashed in his smile. "I thought you didn't remember. After all, you were still young at that time."

"How could I not remember?" Chu Qingmeng looked at Mo Yunting with a complicated expression, tears only faintly visible. "My hands couldn't stop the blood from flowing out of you no matter what. When my mother took me away, every step was the sound of sticky blood. I dare not forget..."

Mo Yunting looked up at the sky and tried hard to suppress his emotions. He forced a smile to comfort her, "Okay, Mengmeng, don't think about it. Today is a good day. Let's not talk about that."

"Okay." Chu Qingmeng wiped away her tears and laughed, "Old Chen, what's wrong with you?"

Mo Yunting was silent for a moment, organizing his words before slowly saying, "Whether you believe it or not, I've actually been by your side since I died. I saw Xiyue die in front of me. I wanted to block the stray bullet for her, but I'm just a soul. I couldn't block anything. Later, you were sent back to China, and I've been trapped by your side ever since. It seems I can't leave you too far. I'll be pulled back to you if I'm about a hundred meters away."

Chu Qingmeng was stunned, looking at Mo Yunting's face filled with disbelief. Mo Yunting gave a painful, self-deprecating laugh, "Xiao Chujiu, do you know what? I've seen you isolated and bullied, but there's nothing I can do to help you. I feel so helpless and miserable that I want to die, but I'm already a ghost, and I can't even die. I can only watch you cry, unable to even wipe your tears. You're the treasure Xiyue left me. I can't protect her, and I can't protect you..."

Chu Qingmeng's tears flowed unconsciously, "Old Chen..."

Mo Yunting took a deep breath and stopped talking. He took out a handkerchief and handed it to Chu Qingmeng, "Don't cry. Your eyes are not yet sore and you may not be able to cry yet. Just treat it as a story and don't take it to heart."

"Yeah." Chu Qingmeng took the handkerchief and wiped her tears, taking a deep breath to calm herself down.

"Then, when you were thirteen, you were running that day, and I was drifting behind you. Suddenly, the world spun around, and when I woke up, it was pitch black, and I could only hear my heartbeat. At that time, I must have been in Concubine Qi's belly. Later, when I was fifteen or sixteen, I heard that the late emperor had bestowed upon me the title of Princess An Ning, but I didn't take it seriously. Now, I regret it so much." Mo Yunting roughly talked about what happened later. "If I had paid more attention back then, you and I wouldn't be in such a horrible situation today."