Time Travel and Love

Chu Qingmeng's words interrupted Nineteen's thoughts. The corners of his mouth curved upwards as he softly replied "yes". He also wanted to take action and had been waiting for his master's order for a long time.

"As for your father, you also said that a dog that wants to bite its master cannot be kept alive. However," Chu Qingmeng paused as he saw the murderous look in Nineteen's eyes, and smiled helplessly, "You will have to wait for a while. Once Eleven has sorted things out, I will notify you to take action."

"Yes, my lord." The smile on Nineteen's lips grew wider.

"After this is accomplished, I want Dongyue and Dayu to never offend each other again. Of course, that is while you are alive." Chu Qingmeng liked to speak out loud and put forward his request first.

Nineteen looked at Chu Qingmeng with amusement in his eyes, "Of course, I will do whatever the master says. But, I am overstepping my bounds. Is this for Mo Shiyi?"

"If you know you're overstepping your bounds, you should keep your mouth shut!" Before Chu Qingmeng could say anything, Shuang Cheng started to scold him. After all, the Second Young Master and the First Prince were both here. "Remember your status. You have no right to ask about your master's affairs!"

"Identity? Ha, where do you get the identity to scold me on behalf of the master?" Nineteen's words were light and there was a hint of murderous intent in his eyes when he looked at Shuang Cheng.

"Knock knock," Chu Qingmeng knocked on the table twice, neither too light nor too heavy. "Nineteen, Shuang Cheng is mine."

"Master. I am yours too." There was a hint of grievance in his tone as he spoke.

"..." Chu Qingmeng was so disgusted by his tone that he almost vomited blood.

The words were ambiguous, and Feiying frowned. He finally realized that this person kept calling himself a slave, but when he said this, how could he have the consciousness of being a slave?

"How dare you!" Mo Jiangche's face darkened as he struck Nineteen's neck. "Who the hell is he?" Mo Jiangli, in sync, attacked Nineteen together. Shuang Cheng was startled. "That's a madman!" He quickly intervened.

Nineteen didn't move at all, but stretched out his hands to block their attacks. At the same time, Chu Qingmeng became anxious, "Stop! Don't hurt them!"

Nineteen quickly put away the needles in his hand and neutralized the moves of Mo Jiangche and the other man with just a flick of his wrist. He gently pushed the two men back to their original positions, but he showed no mercy to Shuang Cheng who was trying to stop him, and hit all the needles he had put away on Shuang Cheng's arms.

Everything happened so fast that before Mo Jiangheng could recover from Chu Qingmeng's words of 'don't offend each other', it was all over.

"Che'er!" Chu Qingmeng was terrified and hurriedly checked Mo Jiangche's hands and arms, "Are you hurt?!"

"Mother, I'm fine." Seeing Chu Qingmeng's face changed with fear, Mo Jiangche quickly moved his arms to indicate that he was fine.

"Jiang Li! Are you hurt?!" Chu Qingmeng turned around and looked at Mo Jiangli, his face still showing heartache and anxiety for Mo Jiangche. This made Mo Jiangli misunderstand and think that Chu Qingmeng was concerned about him. He replied blankly, "My son is fine."

Chu Qingmeng felt relieved, only to find that Shuang Cheng beside him was sweating profusely from the pain, hugging his arms and gritting his teeth.

"Qi Shijiu!!!" Chu Qingmeng was angry, "Detoxify Shuang Cheng!"

"Yes." Although the time was short, it was enough to let Shuang Cheng feel the pain for a while, so he could feel relieved. Nineteen obediently stepped forward to detoxify Shuang Cheng.

Chu Qingmeng rubbed his temples and felt a headache coming on. He took a deep breath and warned Nineteen, "If you do that again, I will ruin your skills."

"Slave, I know I'm wrong." Nineteen immediately admitted his mistake and lowered his head to look submissive.

"roll."

"Yes, I'll take my leave." He turned around and left towards Chu Qingmeng.

Chu Qingmeng breathed a sigh of relief and sat back on the stool. "Don't act rashly towards someone you don't know."

Mo Jiangche's face was full of self-blame, "Mother, he spoke rudely, and my son is incompetent."

"..." Chu Qingmeng looked at Mo Jiangche with a speechless look and sighed for a long time. Never mind, she couldn't change their thinking. So let it be, it was fine.

Looking back, Shuang Cheng had calmed down. "Shuang Cheng, why don't you ask Quan Si to take a look at you? You two are sworn enemies, and I'm afraid he hasn't given you the full solution."

"No, sir, that madman was very measured in his actions. He wouldn't dare to really take the lives of his subordinates." Shuang Cheng gnashed his teeth in hatred. He, a master of hidden weapons, was unexpectedly injured by a madman without any preparation. It was such a disgrace!

"Forget it, let's go home." Chu Qingmeng felt tired after this commotion and wanted to go home to rest.

Everyone stood up and prepared to return home. Chu Qingmeng suddenly remembered Miss Dong and smiled bitterly, "I forgot. There is another trouble coming soon. I am afraid my dream of returning home to sleep has been shattered."

"Huh? What trouble?" Mo Jiangche asked puzzledly.

Seeing that the three of them were puzzled, Chu Qingmeng laughed out loud, "Of course it's that Miss Dong."

"..." Mo Jiangche's face darkened again when he mentioned her. "Mother, let's go back home first. There's no rush to deal with her."

"But, they should have arrived." Chu Qingmeng, who was standing on the stairs, raised his head and gestured for him to look at the door on the first floor. Just as they looked over, they saw Miss Dong walking in. Feiying winked at the servant, and the servant quietly left the crowd.

"Brother Che~"

This tone was comparable to Nineteen's. Chu Qingmeng twitched his lips and leaned closer to Mo Jiangche before the green figure pounced on him. Mo Jiangche subconsciously raised his hand to support Chu Qingmeng's arm.