Time Travel and Love

Before Chu Qingmeng could get up and leave, Yu Yi came in and said, "Master, this is bad. The Emperor has imprisoned the Seventh Prince in Guiyan Pavilion."

"What?!" Mo Jiangli was so shocked that he almost jumped up from the bed. "This is not Hongdi's fault, he just made a mistake! Father..."

"Guiyan Pavilion? What kind of place is that?" Chu Qingmeng vaguely remembered that Seventeen was once sent to Guiyan Pavilion by Eleven in the name of sobering up.

Mo Jiangli lowered his eyes. He couldn't even protect himself right now, so how could he possibly care for his seventh brother? "It's where the royal family members who have made mistakes are imprisoned. Minor offenses are just confinement, while major offenses are punishment... My seventh brother just made a mistake. Father... shouldn't punish him..."

Mo Jiangli was not sure either. No one could understand Mo Liuyun's temper, especially after he ascended the throne, he became even more unpredictable and moody. In his eyes, his descendants were never taken seriously. They were all dead, and his father, the emperor, never took them seriously.

"Have a good rest, I'll go take a look." Chu Qingmeng stood up, knowing that Eleven wanted to sacrifice a useless son to quell the conflict between the two countries.

After walking for nearly half a minute, I finally arrived at the Qinzheng Hall. Before I even entered, I heard the quarrels among the ministers.

Chu Qingmeng was already there, and knowing the status of the princess in His Majesty's eyes, he hurried into the room to report, "Your Majesty, the princess has arrived."

Eleven was annoyed by the noise of these ministers, but he hadn't finished dealing with the matter yet. He rubbed his head and said, "Let her go to the side hall to rest for a while. I'll see her again after I'm done with it."

Mo Liujin knew that Chu Qingmeng had come to the palace to see Mo Jiangli today. Once she entered the palace, she would definitely meet the superior. However, since he had nothing to do today, he would wait for her to go back together.

Chu Qingmeng went to the side hall to wait, half-lying on the soft cushion and poking the pot of mimosa on the table without any image. With a poke, the leaves closed automatically, and opened again after a while. The purple flowers blooming between the leaves were fluffy and cute. This was Chu Qingmeng's favorite flower besides the red spider lily, but he didn't expect it to be available in the palace.

After waiting for an hour and still not seeing Eleven, Chu Qingmeng was getting impatient. Mo Yunting, who was also discussing things with the ministers, was also getting impatient. It had been two days! And still no reliable ideas!

"That's enough!" Mo Yunting threw the tea bowl on the table, "The noise is giving me a headache!"

After saying that, he stood up, his face full of impatience, "You guys continue to think of ways, I'm going to see An Ningjing to calm my mind."

A trace of worry flashed across Mo Liujin's face, but then he relaxed. They were all here, so Qingmeng was safe.

Mo Liuyuan frowned and glanced at him, then tried to stop him, "Your Majesty, let's finish this discussion before we see An Ning."

"Does Shangshu Ling have any good ideas?" Mo Yunting stopped and looked back at him.

Mo Liuyuan shut up. He didn't have any good ideas. If he did, he wouldn't be arguing endlessly with all the important officials.

As soon as Mo Yunting entered the side hall, he saw the bored little girl poking at the mimosa. Suddenly, the headache he felt from the noise of the court officials disappeared, and he called out softly, "Chujiu."

Chu Qingmeng just turned his head without moving his body, "Are you confused?"

Mo Yunting sat down opposite her and said, "Yeah, it's been two days, and we haven't come to any conclusion yet!"

Wuyong brought the tea. Chu Qingmeng turned around and glanced at Shuangcheng Quansi. The two of them tactfully retreated with Wuyong.

"I didn't see you deal with Seventeen, but you locked up Jiang Hong." Chu Qingmeng was still poking the mimosa gently.

"Seventeen was considered as the heir apparent by the previous emperor. If we want to make a move on him, we have to silence the ministers. However, this time, he can't escape."

He took out the bright yellow handkerchief from his sleeve, grabbed Chu Qingmeng's hand and wiped the dirt off her hand, "Okay, stop playing, your hands are dirty. You are so old, but you are still like a child."

"Okay, stop worrying about it. I'll take care of this." After wiping his hands clean, Chu Qingmeng took a sip of tea and said softly, "But I do have a condition."

Mo Yunting was so angry that he laughed, "When have I never agreed to your conditions?"

After a brief pause, Mo Yunting frowned again, "This matter is not so easy. It is not easy to come up with conditions that are suitable for all three parties. Otherwise, why would the court officials have argued for so long without any result?"

"Don't worry about how I handle it. Anyway, I will take care of it, so you don't have to worry about it." Chu Qingmeng propped up his chin with a wicked smile, "But I'm afraid my conditions will make it difficult for you."

"It's okay. As long as you want it, it doesn't matter if it's difficult." No one could understand Mo Yunting's psychology. He felt that he had already sat at the highest point. He had not been able to make up for her experience in the underworld when she was young. When they met again in this life, he would do his best to make up for it.

"I saw Chu Ci's clothes that day and they looked really nice." The smirk on Chu Qingmeng's face became more intense.

Mo Yunting suddenly laughed, "It is a little difficult, but it is not impossible."

This is also possible?! Chu Qingmeng's smile froze on her face. She just wanted to tease him, but he really took it seriously? "Eleven~ You really have the potential to be a tyrant."

Seeing the helplessness on his face, Chu Qingmeng said half-jokingly and half-seriously, "That's fine, actually. When I die, you can just use the python robe as a cenotaph."