Time Travel and Love

Perhaps because she heard Mo Jiangqing's sobs, Chu Qingmeng paused and stared blankly at Mo Jiangqing who was trying to help her up. She threw down the twig in her hand, reached out and touched Mo Jiangqing's head, and got up with him.

Mo Jiangqing, stunned by her sudden touch on the head, smiled, but with tears in his eyes. He helped Chu Qingmeng, who had stood up, walk towards the main courtyard. His mother could hear his distress, and even though she didn't remember him, she couldn't bear to see him sad. "Mom, it's cold, can we not play underground?"

Chu Qingmeng just followed him without any response. As he walked, he began to jump, alternating between one leg and two legs like hopscotch.

Mo Jiangqing froze in place. His mother was truly like a child now. While he was lost in thought, Chu Qingmeng stood by the potted plant on the porch, staring at the small tree for a few moments before taking a bite. Chunhe resumed her mouth-smacking mode, prying out all the leaves. Mo Jiangqing, startled, took a few steps forward. Seeing Chu Qingmeng's features puckered up by the bitterness of the leaves, he felt a mixture of emotions. He reached out and grasped her hand, never daring to let go.

"Aunt Chunhe, if Mother continues like this, she might not be able to leave home in the future." Mo Jiangqing said to Chunhe while tightly grasping Chu Qingmeng, who was trying to break free from him. "Mother, be obedient. Let's go back to the yard and play, okay?"

After walking and stopping along the way, they finally returned to the main courtyard. Chu Qingmeng seemed to be tired and ignored Mo Jiangqing and went straight back to the house.

Mo Jiangqing didn't dare to leave. He was afraid that something might happen to Chu Qingmeng. But she was really tired and just lay down on the couch and closed her eyes. Mo Jiangqing took the quilt to cover her and sat down at the desk, picking up a book to read.

Just one glance at it and I was lost. I couldn't make any sense of what was written in the book, yet it seemed to be the one my father always held. I flipped through it intently for a while, and then I realized it was mostly about how to cultivate?! What was my father going to do?!

Just as he was wondering, Mo Liujin came back. Seeing him holding his book, he frowned slightly. Mo Jiangqing looked up at Mo Liujin and asked, "Father, what's this book?"

"It's just some miscellaneous books to kill time." Mo Liujin sat down beside the couch with a nonchalant look, looked at the sleeping Chu Qingmeng, and gathered her hair.

Mo Jiangqing put the book down without asking any more questions. He just raised an eyebrow at the scribbles on the desk. Mo Liujin casually explained, "Your mother drew them this morning."

"Father. That day..." Mo Jiangqing still asked.

"Someone was plotting against us. They put drugs in the wine and lit incense in the house." Mo Liujin was a little embarrassed when his son asked him, but he didn't want anyone to misunderstand that he did it voluntarily.

"Yes, son guessed it, so I have been ordering people to investigate this matter since that day." Mo Jiangqing looked at Mo Liujin. At this moment, he looked very much like Mo Liujin in his youth, calm and perceptive. "After the investigation, the people from Qianji Pavilion found out that the woman was the manager of Seventeen's secret agents. It's just that this kind of thing should not have been her turn to do it, but I don't know why she did it. My son and Jiang Che have already ordered to start cleaning up Seventeen's secret agents. Father has to take charge of the court himself. My son is not able to take charge of the court for the time being."

Mo Liujin closed his eyes with a cold expression, then opened them again, the murderous intent in his eyes was not concealed at all, Seventeen, very good.

"Father, there's one more thing," Mo Jiangqing paused, but still spoke out, "I've discovered that there should be many people from the imperial court in the Qianji Pavilion, but these people were already separated before mother handed the Qianji Pavilion over to me."

"Well, your mother controls the court more than your second uncle and I do. Although she hasn't said it explicitly, I guessed it. I still can't fully understand the strength of the Fifth Floor. Since Qianji Pavilion is on par with the Fifth Floor, it's natural that it can't be far behind. However, your mother hardly uses the people in the court. She may have her reasons for leaving those people out."

"Father, don't you notice something is wrong?"

Mo Liujin turned to look at him, waiting for him to continue. Mo Jiangqing asked in confusion, "Uncle Feng is never far from your side, so why didn't he follow you that day? Even if Uncle Feng wasn't there, why didn't anyone from the mansion's secret guards, shadow guards, or Qianning guards notice you being forcibly carried away by a woman?"

Mo Liujin's mind was buzzing. His attention was fixed on Qing Meng, constantly regretting his mistakes that day. He still hadn't calmed down enough to process these things. It was true. No matter how foolish his secret guards were, they couldn't have just watched him being taken away without showing up! Not to mention the Qianning Guards, but the Shadow Guards were far more capable than the Secret Guards! So, the Shadow Guards must have seen him being taken away early on and didn't stop him?!

Thinking of this, Mo Liujin suddenly turned back to look at Chu Qingmeng, who was still soundly asleep. Perhaps the shadow guard had already reported her, and she had deliberately stalled until he entered the room before coming? But, how could this be possible?! If this was her plan, why did she jump into the lake? And why would she be so angry that she lost her mind?

Frowning and thinking for a long time, Mo Liujin called Leng Feng, "Leng Feng, why weren't you there that day?"