Time Travel and Love

Chu Qingmeng showed no signs of waking up. Mo Liujin stayed by her side, helping her wash, holding her up, combing her hair, and tugging her to sleep. She'd been absent from the morning court for half a month. Mo Liuyun was trembling with anger as he heard the news from the spies. He hadn't imagined that just two ordinary conversations between the two of them could cause these people to act like this! It was a waste of all his Mengmeng's plans for Prince Rong's palace! What a heartless bunch!

Mo Liuchen returned to the mansion and punished his wife, but she was only allowed to reflect on her mistakes in the Buddhist temple and was not allowed to leave the courtyard. After all, she was his legal wife, had given birth to his children, and had visited him every morning and evening. She had never made any mistakes, let alone committed any of the seven grounds for divorce. Moreover, their sons were already fathers, and he had to take the younger generation into consideration and could not divorce her. He could only wait for Qingmeng to wake up and confess his sins to her. But what was the use of apologizing? The child was gone, and the third brother's late-born child would probably cause a big rift between the brothers in the future! He was just hesitating when Mo Liujue and Mo Liuteng arrived.

"Alright, stop turning around." Mo Liujue glanced at him. "We just went to check on Qing Meng. He's breathing, but it's been over ten days, and there's no sign of him waking up."

"Stop sighing all day! When Qingmeng wakes up, we'll go with you. We might be able to persuade Third Brother." Mo Liuteng had truly experienced the power of women to sow discord. Which man present didn't know what it meant when a man outside the family called a woman by her nickname? She had to bring up a topic everyone was avoiding! Qingmeng acted with integrity, and he must have told Third Brother about it, otherwise why would Third Brother be so open?

"I'm afraid it's difficult. We've all seen how Third Brother treated Qing Meng." Mo Liuchen slumped back into his chair, shook his head and smiled bitterly, "Besides, we're both men, and this old age... sigh..."

"Qing Meng did so much behind my back, but never mentioned it. What Fifth Brother's wife said that day must have chilled Qing Meng's heart. The person she wanted to protect stabbed her in the back. Even if she wakes up, she probably won't want to have anything to do with us anymore. The look in her eyes before she left was filled with hatred..." Mo Liujue felt uneasy when he thought of her eyes that day.

"Fourth brother, please stop talking! You're making me anxious!" Mo Liuteng frowned and interrupted Mo Liujue.

As usual, Mo Liujin wiped her face and hands, fed her medicine, and helped her move her body. But for some reason, these past few days, he'd been wanting to hold her. After cleaning up, he lifted her up and pulled her into his arms, letting her lean against his shoulder. He held her hand with one hand and read a book with the other. He was too slow. Qingmeng's lifeless appearance that day made him realize that he was still too slow. Even if Qingmeng stayed with him until old age, he wouldn't be able to catch up with Qingmeng's centuries of cultivation. He had to get faster and faster...

He was so absorbed in watching that he subconsciously rubbed Chu Qingmeng's forehead, "Madam, please wait for me. I will catch up with you soon..."

"Father." Mo Jiangqing came in with Mo Jiangheng. "My eldest cousin is here."

"Uncle San. Is our grandmother feeling better?" Mo Jiangheng came every day, sometimes bringing some tonics, sometimes some food. In short, although it was not expensive, the main point was that he came every day and never came empty-handed.

"I'm feeling better now. Please sit down." Mo Liujin didn't move. He was too lazy to care about useless rules. He still held Chu Qingmeng in his arms and talked to the two of them.

Mu Lingxue hadn't been here since then. She'd fallen ill after that day of intense sorrow, anger, and joy, and hadn't been able to get out of bed. Every day, she'd ask Mo Liuyuan to check on her at Chu Qingmeng's place. If she woke up, he'd tell her, even if she had to crawl, she'd go! Mo Liuyuan was so frustrated he didn't know what to say to her.

At night, Mo Liujin lay down beside Chu Qingmeng, holding her in his arms with one hand and holding her hand on his chest with the other. Only in this way could he feel that Qingmeng was still alive. She was sleeping motionless, but she had the aura of a living person. He lowered his head slightly and kissed her forehead, which was resting on his shoulder, and asked softly, "Qingmeng, it's been the seventeenth day, and you haven't woken up yet?"

Her lifeless appearance tormented him daily, causing him unbearable heartache. In his grief, the scales crept up his eyebrows again, but this time, they showed no sign of stopping. They began crawling along the back of his neck, covering his shoulders, his back, his chest, and his hands. It wasn't until the scales on his shoulder pricked Chu Qingmeng's face that he realized his condition. Looking at his hands, he felt no fear, but instead a sense of relief. Did this mean he could become a demon again?

He gently put Chu Qingmeng down and carefully wiped away the trace of blood on her face. He walked to the bronze mirror and looked at his pupils that had turned into vertical pupils and his body covered with black scales. Mo Liujin laughed so hard that tears streamed down his face. He returned to the bed and kissed her lips repeatedly, "Madam... this time... I can always be with you..."

Chu Qingmeng, who had been lying motionless with his eyes closed on the bed, suddenly moved his hand, as if he was trying hard to wake himself up. After a long time, when Mo Liujin thought he was dizzy, Chu Qingmeng made a "hmm" sound and finally slowly opened his eyes.