Time Travel and Love

"Ah?" Chu Qingmeng was about to cry, but she had no tears. She just felt a little tired. "It's not that serious, is it? I don't want to keep taking medicine..."

"You're such a grown-up, yet you're still afraid of suffering." Mo Liujin seemed to want to comfort her, and kept kissing the corners of her lips.

"Is it just bitter? It smells bad and tastes bad." Chu Qingmeng complained.

"Okay, if you want to drink the medicine, let me feed you, okay? Don't be unhappy." He gently touched her face with his hand, supporting himself and soothing her softly, "Are you hungry? What do you want to eat? I only fed you the medicine when you were still asleep."

Chu Qingmeng shook his head. "Yes, I'm hungry. I still want to go to the wonton stall in the south of the city to eat wontons and continue the plan we didn't implement yesterday."

Mo Liujin stiffened for a moment, then continued to coax her, "If you want to eat it, I'll send someone to buy it back. But you just woke up, so you'd better lie down for a while. If you faint again, I'll be scared to death by you."

"I'm really free. Okay. It's rare that you're so free, so I just want to play with you for a day." Chu Qingmeng hugged Mo Liujin's neck and acted coquettishly.

"Be obedient. When you're not so weak anymore, I'll put aside all my official duties and spend more time with you." Mo Liujin still rejected her. Only he knew how hard it was for him to resist when she acted coquettishly.

Maybe it was the pregnancy hormones that were causing the trouble, but Chu Qingmeng, who was usually so calm and collected, suddenly lost her temper. "You lied to me again! You lied to me again! You promised me the same thing before I became blind! But you were always busy! I finally have some free time today, and you're making excuses!"

Seeing her angry and crying, Mo Liujin panicked and hurried to coax her, "Okay, okay, don't be angry, don't be angry, I didn't lie to you, I won't push it anymore, go away, little ancestor..."

After a cup of tea, Mo Liujin admitted his fault, practically kowtowed, finally appeasing his little ancestor. She placed her hand on his neck, motioning for him to pull her up. Mo Liujin, holding her waist with one hand, dared to slowly pull her up. He helped her put on her coat before calling Chunhe to help with her makeup. When they learned they were going out for a boat trip, Chunhe felt terrified. "Does the Third Master know what I'm doing? Is this girl healthy enough?" she asked.

"Put some makeup on her." Mo Liujin rubbed his temples feebly, then stood up and ordered someone to prepare the carriage. "It's cold, tell them to put some cushions down!"

"Carriage?" Chu Qingmeng looked at Mo Liujin doubtfully. "I'm not that weak yet, am I? Are you serious about it? I want to ride a horse."

Mo Liujin felt his veins popping out, and Chunhe hurriedly tried to persuade her, "Miss, Third Master is worried that you'll be tired from playing, so you can sleep right in the carriage, and you won't have to insist on going back to the mansion to sleep."

"That's fine." Chu Qingmeng didn't insist anymore, which made Mo Liujin breathe a sigh of relief.

Chun He held a glass of water and motioned for Mo Liu Jin to go out with her. Xia Zhi stood in the room, watching Chu Qing Meng fiddle with her hair ornaments on the dressing table. After closing the door and stepping into the courtyard, Chun He dared to speak. "Third Master, pregnancy is like this. She's very abnormal. She cries when she's told to, sleeps when she's told to, and won't stop until she's hungry. Please be kind to the girl. She can't handle it."

"I know." Mo Liujin felt very bad. It was not that he was unwilling to go along with her, but the problem was that she really didn't want to listen to his advice.

Feiying stood aside, his lips twitching. When the two young masters were pregnant, Third Master was away, and all the mistress's energy had taken over him. In the middle of the night, he suddenly wanted to hear a joke, so he forced Feiling to pull him up and tell her one. The problem was, how could he even tell a joke?! If his story wasn't funny, he'd burst into tears, embracing Chun and Xiazhi until he was breathless and sobbing. No one could comfort him. This time, Third Master, you'll have to bear it on your own!

Finally, after finishing the work, Mo Liujin supported Chu Qingmeng and walked cautiously towards the mansion gate, paying close attention to every step she took. After a leisurely walk of half an hour, they finally reached the gate and boarded the carriage. Leng Feng Feiying drove, Chun and Xia Zhi joined them in the carriage, and Fei Ling Jingming followed in the shadows with the dark guards and shadow guards. Behind the carriage followed a group of guards from the princess's mansion.

Yesterday, Quan Si returned to the fifth floor to tell her about Chu Qingmeng's situation. Wen Zhong and Wu Qing nearly spat out blood. Her shadow guards were instantly replaced by assassins, more skilled and quicker to react. Fearing Chu Qingmeng might notice something, neither dared to come over to see her. Wen Zhong even kept all the files for his own review, no longer daring to send them to her, and temporarily withheld some information from her. Wu Qing would visit her for a while as soon as he finished his work, fearing something might happen to her before Quan Si could come up with a solution.

The carriage moved extremely slowly, and the cushions were so thick that Chu Qingmeng felt drowsy. The Duke's carriage was large enough. Normally, they rarely used such a large carriage because it was too troublesome. But now, with this little ancestor in such a situation, it was a hassle, as long as she was fine.

After a lot of effort, they arrived at the wonton stall in the south of the city. Their presence almost scared the old couple to death. There were dozens of people following them at every turn. Such a large carriage showed that they were important people. How could such a person of high rank come to their small stall?