Time Travel and Love

Mo Jiangli smiled bitterly, "Now that things are like this, my son might as well die."

Chu Qingmeng wanted to slap him, but she held it back and finally sighed, "Today, mother will teach you one more thing. When God wants to give a man a great responsibility, he must first make his heart and mind suffer, his muscles and bones tired, his body hungry and empty, and his actions frustrated. This is to move his heart and endure his nature, and to increase his ability to do what he cannot do."

Mo Jiangli was stunned, his emotions surging like a raging storm. Was it really just a test?

Chu Qingmeng called Quan Si in to check Mo Jiangli's injuries, and went to wait outside the screen.

Mo Jiangli came to his senses when he felt a chill on his legs. Quan Si had already lifted the quilt covering his lower body. After checking, Quan Si had a calm expression and took his pulse before leaving.

"Eat first," Chu Qingmeng sat down beside his bed and tucked him in again, "I'll watch you eat."

Seeing Mo Jiangli still looking down in thought, Chu Qingmeng said, "Mo Jiangli, since you call me mother, I will treat you as my own son. As a mother, all I want for my child is for you to be safe and alive. Everything else is just icing on the cake and dispensable. Do you understand?"

"But, my son is useless." Mo Jiangli entered a vicious circle.

"..." Chu Qingmeng gritted his teeth. "Don't you Mo family ancestors understand what people say?"

"Eat!" Chu Qingmeng was really angry this time. People with the surname Mo really like to talk to themselves!

Mo Jiangli looked really angry at her, so he lowered his head and ate obediently.

"Eat your three meals a day and medicine on time. If you dare to skip a meal, I will teach you the same lesson I gave Jiang Che. Do you understand?"

"Also, if you dare to smash things again..."

Mo Jiangli surprisingly no longer felt angry. Instead, he smiled as he listened to her endless warnings. "Yes, mother, I'll take note. Would you like to take a break?"

"A man who loses his temper with his wife is the most incompetent. No matter what happens in the future, you are not allowed to take your anger out on the Crown Princess like you did today. Remember this?" Chu Qingmeng did not forget that when he came in just now, the Crown Princess was trembling with tears.

"..." Mo Jiangli sighed. He was just annoyed and wanted her to leave, but she refused to leave, so he got so angry. He was never like this on weekdays. "Yes, son, I remember."

"I'll go check on your medicine. When I come back, I want to see you finish taking it." Chu Qingmeng stood up and went outside the hall to listen to Quan Si's report.

Quan Si shook his head. "He hit me a little too hard. To say he's disabled is to put it mildly."

Chu Qingmeng frowned deeply, "Is there no other way?"

Quan Si hesitated for a moment, then shook his head firmly. Chu Qingmeng didn't miss the hesitation in his eyes. What could make Quan Si hesitate so much? It was just the pill in her hand.

"Quan Si, can you copy my medicine?" Chu Qingmeng was also a little hesitant. It was not because she was reluctant, but she didn't know what would happen if an ordinary person took the pill. The pill in her hand was the product of her father's repeatedly reduced purity.

Quan Si shook his head and smiled bitterly, "Master, your method is very special. So far, I have only identified one thousand-year-old Ganoderma Lucidum and one Tianshan Snow Lotus in your medicine. I don't know the others, but these two herbs alone are hard to find in the world."

Chu Qingmeng also sighed. His father's alchemy skills had reached the pinnacle. If Quan Si could master it, he would be no ordinary person. "Give him a try. After all, he is still young."

Quan Si was silent for a while, then said very reluctantly, "Try taking a quarter of the pill first. You can use the medicine you have on hand."

Chu Qingmeng nodded. "Does it conflict with the medicine he took?"

"They won't counteract each other. All your medicines have a warming and nourishing effect." Quan Si took the bottle from Shuang Cheng and began to divide the medicine. The three pills in his hand were divided into twelve portions.

Chu Qingmeng brought the medicine into the room himself. Seeing that he had almost finished eating, he ordered someone to clean up the room. He handed the medicine to him while it was still warm. He watched him drink it and stuffed the pill into his mouth. "Swallow it."

“…” He won’t spit it out even if you don’t stuff it in.

Chu Qingmeng handed him the medicine bottle in his hand and said, "If you want to stand up quickly, then take the medicine carefully. You have to keep this medicine to yourself and don't let anyone touch it. If you lose it, I can't do anything about it."

"Take it with the decoction every day, and the medicine on your leg will be changed daily. I can't come to the palace every day to watch over you, but I will leave my people here with you. If you don't take good care of your injuries, don't blame me for practicing the theory of 'a good son is made under the stick.'"

Chu Qingmeng warned again.

A glimmer of hope ignited in Mo Jiangli's eyes, "Mother, are you saying that your son can get better?!"

"Be obedient and do as you are told. You will most likely recover to be the same as before." Chu Qingmeng looked at him and sighed again. The way he looked at her was inexplicably like Jiang Che. After all, his eyes were too similar to those of her and her two children.

"My son, be obedient. He will definitely be obedient!" Mo Jiangli was so happy that his voice was a little louder.

"Keep your voice down!" Chu Qingmeng rubbed his temples. "We're in the palace, and you're calling yourself your son so loudly. Do you think I'm too little trouble?"

Mo Jiangli shut up and watched Chu Qingmeng stand up. "You better stay healthy and recover. I have to go see your father. He must be in a lot of trouble right now."