Time Travel and Love

"Okay, I've met him. I'm really fine. I just want to rest. You guys can go back first." Chu Qingmeng stood up and prepared to leave, completely ignoring Mo Liujin who was anxiously chasing after him. He just said lightly, "Ajin, let me rest for a while. I'm really, very tired."

Mo Liujin paused. He felt that Chu Qingmeng was a little different today, but he couldn't put his finger on what was different. "Qingmeng, can I stay with you?"

"Ajin, I want to rest alone. I really have no strength left." Chu Qingmeng did not look back, but just left him with these words.

Mo Liujin felt panicky for no reason. Qing Meng never spoke so softly, and the exhaustion in her voice was something she hadn't even felt when she was injured. "Chun He, call the palace doctor!"

Chunhe responded and went out to call the court physician, but no one was willing to leave at this time. They all noticed that something was wrong with Chu Qingmeng and waited quietly for the court physician to arrive.

Chu Qingmeng returned to the courtyard, knowing they wouldn't leave so easily. However, she didn't have the energy to deal with them. She called Feiying over and told him to guard the door. If anyone came, he should say he was asleep and not let them in. Feiying agreed and stood at the door. Chu Qingmeng went into the bedroom and lay down. She had been on edge all night, and now she couldn't sleep. But she didn't know what to do. She was at a loss. She could only lie on the bed and stare at the ceiling, her face lifeless.

As Chu Qingmeng had expected, several people arrived with the court physician. Feiying dutifully stood guard at the door, preventing them from entering. Chu Qingmeng said helplessly, "Let the court physician go back. I really just want to rest. Feiying has already sent someone to get the medicine the imperial physician prescribed yesterday. Let me rest for a while, okay? I'll go out tomorrow when I'm better."

Seeing that they were helpless, everyone took the court physician back to the palace. Only Mo Liujin stayed, standing quietly at the door. He could sense that something was wrong with her today. Not only was she physically unwell, but she was in a bad mood today. But he hadn't been with her yesterday. Was she angry? As his thoughts wandered, he heard the rustling of someone getting up in the room, followed by the sound of papers being unfolded. The figure through the window was standing at a desk, writing.

At this moment, Chu Qingmeng, sitting at her desk, wanted nothing more than to find something to do, something to distract herself from this agonizing state. She picked up a special charcoal pen and wrote down every poem she could think of. Filling her mind with poetry, she stopped wandering: Searching, searching, desolate, dreary and miserable… How could one describe this feeling with just one word, sorrow! Wordlessly, she ascended the western tower. The moon was like a crescent, a lonely sycamore tree nestled in the courtyard, locked in the autumn air. Unable to cut or untangle, it was the sorrow of parting, a feeling so special it lingered in her heart… She wrote like this for who knows how long, until the floor was covered in papers. Mo Liujin, standing outside, felt she had reached her limit. She hadn't touched breakfast, nor lunch, and now dinner had been sitting out for an hour, and she still hadn't touched anything! What was wrong with her?! She could be angry, but why did she have to torture herself?!

Inside, Chu Qingmeng placed all the papers in a basin and burned them, making sure no one saw them. After writing for a whole day, she had almost finished her plan. She planned to head straight to the border after leaving and revisit the ancient tomb. If she could return safely, that would be great. If not, then making the world her home would also be nice. She could experience different scenery, build a small house somewhere she liked, and plant vegetables and fish every day. Once she felt open-minded, her heart was no longer gloomy. Outside, Mo Liujin and Feiying, upon smelling the scent of burning paper wafting from the house, glanced at each other and kicked open Chu Qingmeng's door.

The defenseless Chu Qingmeng was frightened. She had not rested or eaten for a day and a night, and had consumed most of her energy. After being frightened, Chu Qingmeng's face turned even paler, almost without a trace of blood. Mo Liujin was frightened and hurriedly picked her up and put her on the bed. Feiying silently called the court doctor, asked Chunhe to heat up some food, and asked Xiazhi to clean up the waste paper in the room.

"Qing Meng, don't scare me." Mo Liujin's hands were shaking, and his voice was full of anxiety. "I will accompany you from now on, okay? Don't be angry. I'm sorry. Don't torture yourself like this."

"What?" Chu Qingmeng was confused by his words, but then he realized that he had misunderstood her and blamed her for not spending time with her. This misunderstanding was a good one, at least he would feel better if he didn't know the truth. "Okay, then you should stay with me for the time being."

Chunhe had already heated up the food, but Chu Qingmeng still had no appetite. She only drank a few mouthfuls of porridge and didn't want to eat anymore. Although Mo Liujin tried to coax her again and again, she just couldn't eat. Helplessly, the court doctor came and took Chu Qingmeng's pulse. He said that she just didn't get enough rest and was overthinking, which caused her to lose her appetite. After writing a prescription, he said goodbye and went back. Seeing that there was no one around, Mo Liujin dared to take Chu Qingmeng into his arms and coax her softly. Chu Qingmeng closed her eyes to try to stop the tears from flowing, but they happened to stain his clothes. Fortunately, Mo Liujin didn't notice, and Chu Qingmeng started to pretend to sleep again, but she really fell asleep while pretending.