Time Travel and Love

Seeing Mo Jiangche looking at her with doubt, Chu Qingmeng smiled and said, "Your whole body reveals the words 'I have been lustful all my life, but I have murderous intentions towards you'."

Mo Jiangheng and Mo Jiangli laughed out loud in a disingenuous manner. This description was so apt!

"..." Mo Jiangche's discomfort overflowed the screen and he rubbed his head. "Mother, are you teasing me? I really feel a headache when I see this Miss Dong. I can't hit her or scold her, and I have to consider her reputation as a woman. I'm really going crazy. Now I don't dare to ride my horse outside except to go to court!"

After learning about Miss Dong's story, Chu Qingmeng chuckled with glee before asking seriously, "Have you told her that you're married and have children?"

"My son has told her countless times, but she seems to not understand what he is saying. She either pretends not to hear or asks him to divorce his wife. She is so shameless!"

"Are you sure that you really don't have any feelings for her?" Chu Qingmeng asked with an unknown intention.

Mo Jiangche's face darkened. "My son wouldn't develop feelings for such a shameless woman. Even if she were to be his concubine, he wouldn't want her."

"That's fine. I'll find time to help you later." After saying that, he walked towards the carriage. When getting in, Mo Jiangche subconsciously supported her, which made Miss Dong, who was sitting upstairs, feel unhappy.

"Who is that person? Is she the bitch from Brother Che's family?!" Dong Mingzhu's tone was quite angry.

"Miss, it shouldn't be. That woman is dressed like an unmarried woman." The maidservant beside her glanced at Chu Qingmeng as she boarded the carriage. Her clothes were simple and her hair was bare of jewelry. Her eyes were immediately filled with disdain. "She must be the illegitimate daughter of some minor official. Otherwise, why would she be dressed so simply?"

"Hmph, I suppose so! Are those two Brother Che's good friends? How dare she shamelessly ride in the same carriage with them?!" Dong Mingzhu snorted coldly. Who could compare to her in terms of status? She was the granddaughter of Grand Tutor Dong Yun. In terms of status, who among the daughters of officials in the capital could compare to her? "Come here! Go see where Brother Che has gone!"

Chu Qingmeng and his group arrived at the entrance of Qingfeng Tower. Shuang Cheng took them to Room No. 1 on the second floor. The newly-made roast duck of Qingfeng Tower tasted very good. Several signature dishes were served and they began to eat and chat.

At noon, Shuang Cheng came in, knelt on one knee and saluted, reminding him, "It's the 19th."

"Yeah. Let him come over."

Shuang Cheng looked at Chu Qingmeng in surprise and replied, "Yes."

Nineteen was slightly surprised when he entered the house, but he suppressed his emotions. Just as he was about to salute, Chu Qingmeng spoke, "Fei Ling, take Chun He out for a walk."

"Yuyi, go wait outside."

"Wu Yan, go wait outside."

Jiang Li and Jiang Heng understood Chu Qingmeng's meaning and spoke at the same time. Qishu reacted quickly and left without waiting for Mo Jiangche to speak. Feiying was about to leave, but was stopped by Chu Qingmeng, "Feiying, pour some tea."

Fei Yingzheng was stunned for a moment before he realized that his master wanted him to stay. He raised his hand and offered Chu Qingmeng a cup of hot tea.

"Slave, greets the master." The handsome and elegant man bowed to Chu Qingmeng.

His self-proclaimed title made Mo Jiangche look sideways at him. Seeing that he was of similar age to him, he remembered that no one on the fifth floor, even the lowest-ranking killer, had ever called himself a slave. Even the people from Qianji Pavilion never called themselves slaves.

"Sit down." Chu Qingmeng didn't react much.

"Thank you, my lord." Nineteen silently sat down opposite Chu Qingmeng, a seat that was specially left empty at the table.

"How have you been lately?"

"very good."

"How is your father doing?" Chu Qingmeng asked calmly while holding up the tea.

"How he is doing is naturally up to you, my lord." Nineteen raised an inexplicable smile on his lips.

Chu Qingmeng sneered. "Nineteen, I was bitten by a dog. What should I do?"

"A dog that bites its master deserves any death." Nineteen raised his head and looked directly into Chu Qingmeng's eyes.

"Then, what if I let you take my place?" Chu Qingmeng put down the tea bowl in his hand with a smile on his face.

"Slave, I will never betray my master." He was still looking directly into Chu Qingmeng's eyes.

Chu Qingmeng smiled softly, with a hint of disdain in her tone, "Okay."

Hearing the disdain in Chu Qingmeng's tone, Nineteen's eyebrows twitched slightly, but he didn't argue. He was a slave, a Gu slave. His master had the power to decide his life and death. Unlike a death warrior, he could also decide whether or not he would be tortured. If his master so desired, he would be tortured, unable to live or die. He was willing to do anything to avoid returning to that hell. So, when that man asked him to be a Gu slave, he accepted without hesitation.

"Twelve has entered Dongyue. In the future, you should help him. Let me see how long he can keep going. I will tell Eleven to stop."

When the Twelve was mentioned, Mo Jiangli glanced at Chu Qingmeng in surprise, then quickly lowered his eyes. Twelfth Uncle had escaped, a matter only known to his father and his brothers. When did his mother find out? And how could she be so certain of his whereabouts?

Mo Jiangheng and Mo Jiangche knew about this. Now they were drinking tea silently with their heads down, not daring to say anything. They were just guessing the identity of the person in front of them in their hearts.