Time Travel and Love

Chu Qingmeng took a sip of tea and continued, "To resist foreign aggression, we must first stabilize the country. If Eleven still has a bit of imperial ambition, he will definitely resolve all the unrest. Two years, father, at most. With the way Eleven acts, he will only make things end quickly and will never wait until things are out of his control."

Mo Chenfeng was silent. After digesting the news, he turned sideways and looked at Chu Qingmeng and said with a smile, "To resist foreign aggression, we must first stabilize the country. This is a good saying. My son now understands the emperor's schemes."

Chu Qingmeng twitched his lips. This was the inevitable result of his influence. "You have to be very careful when talking to Eleven, otherwise he'll always be setting traps for me to fall into. He's trained me to be like that."

"But if the two of them are included in the tribute from all nations, will it still take two years?" Mo Chenfeng wondered.

Chu Qingmeng shook his head again. "Father, you are too kind. I just mentioned all the uneasy factors."

Now, not only Mo Chenfeng, but also Mo Liufang and the others looked at her. Chu Qingmeng smiled helplessly, "Actually, I've never told father and my brothers that I only truly witnessed Eleven's strategy when I was trapped in the Eighth Prince's Courtyard. He had been planning how to eliminate all the unsettling factors long before that, and he even considered every possibility. In this situation, father, what are the chances of you being able to protect your nephew? Have you ever calculated it?"

Mo Chenfeng fell silent again. Mo Liufang frowned and said, "Qingmeng, did you know all the plans for the promotion from the beginning?"

"All? Not really. But I know most of them. He doesn't need to hide them from me. If he does, it might cause unnecessary casualties." Chu Qingmeng took a sip of tea and replied with a smile.

"Sister, do you know much about being in a higher position?" He Qi asked with complicated emotions in his eyes.

Chu Qingmeng looked at him calmly and spoke softly, "Knowing yourself and your enemy will ensure victory in a hundred battles. He and I are rivals. The person who knows you best must be your enemy."

"Since you were kidnapped, everything was planned by you two?" Mo Liuyuan looked up at Chu Qingmeng. He didn't expect Chu Qingmeng to hide so deeply.

Chu Qingmeng was helpless. Had she come to clear her confusion? "How could it all be planned? There are always unexpected things. Cheng Qianyin's appearance was the first accident, the fact that Old Eight was able to injure Third Brother was the second accident, and that bastard Eleven being an afterthought was the third accident."

"Qingmeng, stop talking nonsense." Mo Chenfeng came back to his senses and gently scolded Chu Qingmeng for calling Eleven.

Chu Qingmeng shrugged and smiled without saying anything. "Call him a bastard, what's the big deal? If he dares, just let him chop me up! This life is just what I need to give him back!"

"Old Eight's private soldiers are not an accident?" Mo Liuchen became serious.

"No. Neither I nor Eleven, although we haven't found out the news, we have figured it out. Eighth Brother is not that idiot as the Crown Prince. He wouldn't stand in the palace so steady without confidence. The Imperial Guards have never been his trump card." Chu Qingmeng smiled bitterly. She really came to clear up her doubts.

"My son, are you sure you can persuade the superior?" Mo Chenfeng still wanted to protect them.

"Father." Chu Qingmeng's face was strange. Her words were so clear, and he still wanted to protect her? "Choose the lesser of two evils."

"Father, if you don't make a decision, you will suffer the consequences." Mo Liufang spoke firmly and looked at Mo Chenfeng.

"Father, those two are nothing compared to the peace of the country." Mo Liujin also advised.

Chu Qingmeng looked back at Mo Liufang and Mo Liujin. Well, third brother is so handsome. Mo Liujin looked up and saw her starry eyes. He suddenly felt in a good mood and couldn't hide his smile.

Mo Liujue was speechless. He didn't even need to raise his finger. With just one look, Third Brother's mouth was grinning from ear to ear. He patted Mo Liujin and whispered, "Third Brother, put away your worthless attitude. There are a room full of young people here."

Mo Liujin coughed twice awkwardly and restrained his smile.

Chu Qingmeng looked at Mo Chenfeng and said, "Father, the game of thrones is always accompanied by blood and death. Being too merciful sometimes brings a greater price. Just look at your grandchildren."

Mo Chenfeng laughed, "Okay, I understand. It's a pity that my son is not a man, otherwise he would be even better than me in suppressing the ministers in the court."

"Don't worry, father. I don't really want to be a man yet. It would be better to kill me than to get up at midnight to attend court." Chu Qingmeng tried to get around these words with a joke. She was actually quite helpless. She knew Mo Chenfeng's ability, but once it came to his nephews, his IQ dropped.

"My son, the spies from the superior's place might as well withdraw. If the superior finds out..." Mo Chenfeng still believes that loyalty to the emperor is the most important thing.

"Father, you're worrying too much." Chu Qingmeng looked at Mo Chenfeng and smiled softly, "Eleven already knew about it. I also have his spies around me, and we're just checking each other. You don't have to worry."

"Checks and balances?" Mo Chenfeng was about to ask, but He Qi spoke first.

"Yeah." Chu Qingmeng propped up his chin with one hand and looked at He Qi, saying calmly, "Help him get the position. I know too much about him. He doesn't trust me, and I don't trust him either. Since that's the case, let's hold each other back to maintain balance."

Mo Chenfeng is now more and more fond of Chu Qingmeng. If only he were his biological son! He would have been able to enjoy his old age! Looking around at his sons, he couldn't help but sigh, "My son has learned the art of checks and balances more thoroughly than them!"

Chu Qingmeng twitched his lips and said nothing more. Mo Liufang and the others were once again helpless. Was this a habit of their father? Every time he praised Qingmeng, he looked down on them?