Time Travel and Love

Quan Si stood up and left the pavilion, ordering people to report the death and arrange the mourning hall, and told them not to approach the pavilion for the time being, and to wait until they came to their senses before making other arrangements.

When Mo Jiangche hurried over, Mo Yunting was still hugging Chu Qingmeng tightly, with his face resting on her head.

"Go to sleep. Sleep when you're tired. Daddy's here. Son, you must be exhausted these days. Go to sleep. You won't be tired when you fall asleep... wuwuwu..."

Mo Yunting, who had burst into tears, just came back to his senses, "My son!"

After a heart-wrenching scream, blood spurted out and the person fainted.

After the chaos, the mourning hall had been set up, but Mo Liujin refused to let Chu Qingmeng enter. "Quan Si! Don't you have a elixir that can bring the dead back to life?! Give it to her, give it to her!"

Quan Si shook his head. "There are only three pills. Our grandfather and you each took one when you forced the emperor to abdicate. Our grandfather took one when you had a miscarriage. They're gone now."

"No! She's fine! You are her assassins. How can you be fine if she's dead?!" Mo Liujin seemed to have grasped the key point, and his eyes were full of anticipation.

"My Lord, she cured us of the mother-child poison half a month ago and told us to stay and look after the two young masters." Quan Siyi bowed and said,

"Son-in-law, from the moment our grandfather's body started to feel cold, her heart veins were completely broken. She is only alive now because she is hanging on by a thread.

Now I have accomplished everything I wanted to do and met everyone I wanted to meet. This anger has finally dissipated.”

Mo Liujin's head buzzed as if he had been hit by someone.

After a moment, he seemed to have recovered and gently stroked her eyebrows, "Chu Qingmeng, Chu Qingmeng, you are still so cruel, why can't you be soft-hearted to me just once..."

"Let's go," Mo Liujin picked her up and walked towards the mourning hall. He kissed her lips, put her down gently, and whispered, "Don't be afraid. Walk slowly, wait for me, I'll be there to accompany you soon..."

He stubbornly sat beside her, holding her hand, and refused to leave no matter who tried to persuade him.

Mu Lingxue is here.

She thought she was just sick again, but when she saw the mourning hall, she suddenly panicked. She rushed to her and lifted the cloth, only to see her pale and bloodless face. She was completely at a loss. Finally, she was pulled away by Mo Liuyuan.

Soon, everyone arrived.

Mo Liufang stared at her face in a daze. How could this be...

Thinking back to when Chu Qingmeng said she wanted a hug after lunch, Mo Jiangqing regretted it deeply. Why didn't he hug her...

Mo Jiangche also remembered that hug. He thought she was just playing around...

The next day, Mo Yunting, who had regained consciousness, insisted on going to the general's residence. He placed a throne in front of the mourning hall, and sat there looking at her.

Everyone tried to persuade these two people who were acting in an unreasonable way, but neither of them listened.

Shen Sixu arrived and began to persuade Mo Liujin, "Zecheng, please let go. Husband and wife should not keep vigil for each other. If you do this, you will never be able to meet again in the next life. You are deeply in love with the princess, you don't want you to have no afterlife, right?"

"We don't have an afterlife anyway..." Mo Liujin knew that she would return to the mountain after her death. He wanted to stay with her for a while longer. Tomorrow, he would naturally go find her.

Shen Sixu choked, shook his head helplessly, and left to the front hall.

At the beginning of the Si hour, the soul of the deceased should be called back to the body and not wander around. The specific time of birth is needed, which is usually found on the marriage certificate.

But they didn't have a marriage certificate, and Mo Liujin only knew that she was born on the ninth day of the seventh month in the year of Ji Hai, and he didn't know any more details.

When everyone was considering whether to ask someone to calculate it, Mo Yunting spoke up, "The ninth day of the seventh month of the Ji Hai year, the first quarter of the yin hour."

Mo Liujin waved his hand, indicating that they should come at this time.

Mo Jiangche looked at Mo Yunting with tears in his eyes and lowered his head again.

At noon, the sky gradually became overcast.

Everyone from the Duke of Zhenguo's Mansion has arrived.

Before leaving the house, Ling Xian had already said goodbye. After paying his respects, he left Beijing and returned to the mountains.

And because of Chu Qingmeng's status as the 'eldest princess', the emperor had to personally guard the body, so Ling Feng also had to come and mourn in person.

After everyone paid their respects, Ling Xiao entered the mourning hall to persuade Mo Liujin.

Ling Xian stood in front of Mo Yunting and looked at him.

Mo Yunting raised his head, the aged look on his face particularly frightening. He spoke in a hoarse voice, "Xingjian...can you let me see her again?"

Ling Xian sighed and looked up at the sky. "Her fate is over. She might be about to ascend to heaven. Wait, I'll bring her out. You can see her if you want. But her physical body might no longer exist in this world."

Mo Yunting's eyes finally showed some expectation, "She told me a long time ago, I am prepared."

Ling Xian nodded and stepped into the mourning hall. "Yin and Yang open, worship the sun and the moon, return to the destiny, call the spirit. Xiaojiu. Wake up."

As soon as Ling Xian finished speaking, Chu Qingmeng's body began to emit bursts of light, and then gradually became transparent until it turned into a wisp of mist and fell into Ling Xian's palm.