Time Travel and Love

Chu Qingmeng drifted off to sleep, letting go of all her worries. She slept for two days. Mo Liufang's wedding was two days away, and Chu Qingmeng finally woke up. During this time, Mo Liujin wanted to stay by her side the whole time, but he couldn't. The daily official duties kept him busy, so he had to spend the morning dealing with them and the rest of the day with her. This behavior caused the dissatisfaction of Concubine Liu, who repeatedly asked him to go out and socialize with his connections in the capital, but he refused. This angered Concubine Liu so much that she fell ill and couldn't get out of bed for several days.

The first thing Chu Qing saw after waking up was Mo Liujin sitting by the bed reading a book. She stared at him blankly without saying a word. Only now did she understand the words that she thought were childish, "It all started with lust and ended with talent."

"Qing Meng, are you awake?" Mo Liujin noticed her gaze and turned to see her looking at him with eyes full of love. He smiled slightly, "What's wrong? Haven't you seen enough after such a long time?"

"No, your smile touched my heart." Chu Qingmeng also smiled and said, "It's over. I'm addicted to your beauty and can't extricate myself. You have to take responsibility."

"Okay, I'll take responsibility. Marry me, okay?" Mo Liujin looked into Chu Qingmeng's eyes seriously.

Chu Qingmeng held his forehead inwardly, having forgotten that he had this incident. He quickly changed the subject and said, "Well, the prince's wedding is in two days. Isn't my dress ready yet?"

A barely perceptible wry smile flashed across Mo Liujin's eyes, and he followed her words and replied, "Father and Mother had already had it prepared before you returned to the capital, and I estimate it will be delivered tomorrow at the latest."

Chu Qingmeng nodded and was about to ask him to stay with her for the night as a final indulgence when the voice of Mo Liujin's personal servant rang out from outside the door, "Sir, the maidservant at my aunt's place came to report that she is ill. Would you like to go and see her?"

"Go quickly." Chu Qingmeng pushed Mo Liujin to leave. Mo Liujin left reluctantly after giving him some instructions. However, he did not notice that the eyes looking at him from behind were also full of reluctance and love. After Mo Liujin left, Chu Qingmeng got out of bed and put on her clothes. Her hair was spread out behind her. Without a trace of makeup, she covered her mouth and nose and walked out of the door. From now on, she had to adapt to the slightly cold weather. On the way to the border, she could not stay in a place with a lot of charcoal fire. Even if she could not go back, she would not be like this in the future. Just because she could not stand the cold, she placed six or seven braziers in the house. Ordinary people could not afford these things.

Chu Qingmeng walked out of the house and stood in the pavilion, holding her breath and removing the handkerchief that covered her mouth and nose. She tried to breathe slowly to prevent the cold wind from blowing in, but unfortunately she still started coughing. She covered her mouth with the handkerchief to relieve her cough, and when the coughing was not so severe, she took off the handkerchief again. This cycle repeated for a whole hour. Feiying just looked at her from behind the tree. The reluctance and heartache in his eyes were no less than Mo Liujin's, but he had no identity or position to openly feel sorry for her. As her secret guard, he was already content to be able to guard her all the time.

After a night of tossing and turning, Chu Qingmeng coughed up blood from her throat. She had adapted quite a bit, and with a gentle breath and a handkerchief removed, she could last a cigarette without coughing. After another day of practice, by the time of Mo Liufang's wedding, she could switch to a thin face cloth.

Chu Qingmeng's throat was agonizingly sore from the night's tossing and turning. Drinking water felt like swallowing a razor blade. He ordered Feiying to go buy a horse and other things, while he himself drank glass after glass of water in the room.

"Sister Qingmeng, are you feeling better?" Mo Wushuang's playful voice came out, "I'm here to bring you some clothes."

Chu Qingmeng waved for her to come in, but she couldn't make any sound. She took a piece of paper and wrote: My throat hurts so much that I can't speak.

Mo Wushuang came in and showed some concern before starting to chat about family matters. As Mo Wushuang spoke, Chu Qingmeng laughed and from time to time took a piece of paper to write down what she wanted to say, which also made Mo Wushuang laugh. The two of them were chatting and laughing until it was time for lunch. Mo Wushuang stayed to eat together, but seeing that Chu Qingmeng ate very little, she couldn't help but get worried. Her worry was written all over her face. Chu Qingmeng smiled and wrote: I just have a sore throat and can't eat. When I get better, I will eat well.

Chu Qingmeng only drank a few mouthfuls of porridge for dinner before she felt like eating any more. Although she was hungry, swallowing food was more painful than drinking water. She ordered someone to remove a few charcoal basins. Now she felt cold in the room and was about to leave when a servant came to announce that Mo Liuyuan had arrived. Chu Qingmeng invited him into the pavilion, and Mo Liuyuan asked, "Sister, have you had a fight with Liu Jin these days?"

Chu Qingmeng raised his eyebrows and looked at him and wrote: No, what's wrong?

"You were hiding something from us that day. Did my mother tell you something?"

Chu Qingmeng stared at him, his mind turning over and over. After confirming that he didn't know and was just guessing, he wrote: "No. Why do you ask? I'm just upset because of something else."

Mo Liuyuan was silent. He always felt that his mother was going to do something to Chu Qingmeng. That day, his mother looked at Qingmeng with an unfriendly look, but his mother had been ill in recent days, and Chu Qingmeng denied his question. He didn't know what to say for a moment. Was he overthinking it?