Time Travel and Love

Mo Liujin had obviously heard their conversation. He looked at Chu Qingmeng beside him and said in an unclear tone, "Madam, what a clever trick."

"..." Chu Qingmeng rolled her eyes at him, "If I had said I was a widow back then, you should have known that with my looks, someone would have come to propose marriage to me very quickly."

"..." Hearing the word 'widowhood', Mo Liujin gritted his teeth, "Do you really have to say you're a widow?! Can't you just say your husband is making a living outside?!"

"Feiying is a man, living under the same roof with a group of secret guards. All kinds of rumors in the village can spread." Chu Qingmeng shook his head. Mo Liujin didn't understand the people in the village. They didn't know what secret guards were. They only knew that there were many men living under the same roof with her, and even if she didn't go out, there would be a lot of gossip.

Aunt Guihua brought her grandson towards Chu Qingmeng. Feiying wanted to stop them but failed.

"Hey, you are the daughter of the eldest sister of the Chu family, right?" As he said that, he pulled Chu Qingmeng over and wanted to take off her veil to see what she looked like. Dare to pull someone from the arms of the Third Master? Feiying gasped in fear.

Mo Liujin subconsciously pulled Chu Qingmeng back into his arms and scolded him, "How dare you!"

He was born into a wealthy family and was used to scolding his servants since he was a child. He had been in the army for many years, so scolding his soldiers and generals was even more common. Therefore, there was a bit of majesty in his tone unconsciously.

The moment she pulled Chu Qingmeng, Shuang Cheng almost attacked. If Chu Qingmeng hadn't yelled, "Shuang Cheng, get out!"

She was already a corpse, but even so, she was frightened by Mo Liujin's scolding. The child was also frightened and hugged Aunt Guihua tightly.

Chu Qingmeng quickly spoke up and patted Mo Liujin's hand, "I'm fine, don't be nervous."

Looking at Aunt Guihua, she took off her veil to let her see her face, and said with a smile, "Aunt Guihua, I am not the daughter of the Chu family's sister, I am your sister. This child is your grandson, right?"

Mo Liujin frowned and put the veil on her again, "Don't take it off."

Aunt Guihua was startled when she saw her appearance. The voice really belonged to the girl from the Chu family. "Sister, how come you still look so young? You don't look old at all! What's wrong with your hair?"

"I fell ill some time ago and my hair turned white. I met a traveling doctor. After he cured me, I looked like I was young again, but my hair didn't grow back." Chu Qingmeng repeated the story that Mo Liujin had decided on.

"Then where is this miracle doctor? Do you know where he is?" Aunt Guihua was a little anxious.

"He just happened to pass by, and I don't know his exact location." Seeing Aunt Guihua's anxiety, he guessed that she must be looking for a doctor. "But is someone in your family sick?"

"Alas, it's my youngest son. He originally came to the capital to take the imperial examination, but when he arrived he found out that the examination was postponed this year and the date hadn't been set yet. He was so anxious and angry that he fell ill. I spent all the money I had, and he didn't get better." Aunt Guihua was a little embarrassed. "I really had no choice. We are the only three of us left at home, so I brought the children out to do this. It's just to have food to eat. My youngest son is really sick, and the cost of living in the capital is terrifying. I saw that the man was so well dressed, so I asked for more. Which of your twins is that young man?"

Uh, Chu Qingmeng was embarrassed for a moment, and replied hesitantly, "It's not them, it's my good-for-nothing little son."

Mo Liujin suppressed a laugh. It was indeed inappropriate to say too much to this village woman. A youngest son is a youngest son. There is not much difference between a nephew and a son.

"Hey, Feiying, go find a better doctor." Chu Qingmeng skipped the topic. "Find another doctor. Don't hang yourself on a tree."

"Oh." Aunt Guihua couldn't help but sigh when she mentioned this. She had spent all the money she had extorted on her son's medical treatment these days, but her son is still bedridden.

"Let's go, auntie, I'll go with you to take a look." Chu Qingmeng suggested going to take a look.

But Mo Liujin was obviously unwilling, "No. You are not in good health and can't stand the rush. Just let Feiying go. If you continue to act like this, don't leave the house in the future."

Chu Qingmeng felt that Mo Liujin had been resistant to Aunt Guihua ever since they met her. Actually, it made sense. Although he was a bastard's son, he had never suffered much hardship in life. While he didn't look down on commoners, he still had a soft spot for those with dirty clothes and appearances. Especially Aunt Guihua's grandson, who looked like he had been pulled out of a garbage dump. His face was covered in snot, his whole body was black, and his clothes were extremely dirty.

"Ajin, when I was pregnant with the twins, it was Aunt Guihua and the others who always kept me company. Otherwise, how could I have gotten through that time? Please don't be like this." Chu Qingmeng felt rather helpless; he thought they were dirty. Then, he introduced Aunt Guihua, "Aunt, don't mind him. He has this cold expression at home, too. This is my husband, Mo... Chen Zecheng."

Chu Qingmeng withdrew his real name. There was no other way. The only people with the surname Mo in the capital were the emperor and the people of Prince Rong's mansion. There was no third family. It was better to avoid unnecessary trouble.