Time Travel and Love

The young man opened his eyes, his golden pupils pleading as he faced Ling Xian. He wanted to see her...

He took a few steps forward and knelt in front of Ling Xian, "Uncle."

'Boom'!

With a loud noise, the boy was kicked away by Ling Xian, directly collapsing a room.

"If your father and I weren't close friends, there would be more than just one kick today!" Ling Xian's voice was filled with anger.

"Father!" It was a bit mysterious, but the boy was, after all, his father in disguise. The two brothers hurried to the collapsed area to look for him.

The young man crawled out of the ruins, with blood stains on the corners of his mouth. He had just recovered his true form and his magic power had not yet returned. Although Ling Xian did not use magic power in this kick, the physical strength of a quasi-saint god was beyond the reach of mortals.

The two brothers helped the boy out of the ruins. Wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, the boy knelt in front of Ling Xian again and said, "Uncle, this is my fault. You can kill me, but please let me see her again."

"Wishful thinking." Ling Xian snorted coldly, turned around and saluted Ling Feng, then turned into a cloud of mist and disappeared on the spot.

"Father..." Mo Jiangqing called him hesitantly. His face looked as childish as a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy.

"Where's Song Wanwan?" The boy's face turned cold. "Bring her here."

Song Wanwan knelt on the ground. Before she could recover from the dragon's roar, the young man's hand was hovering over her head. His magic power returned to his body. With a scream, Song Wanwan's soul was already held in the young man's hand.

"I never thought she would die from such a fabricated thing. If you have the guts to lie to me, then come with me and explain it clearly to her."

The young man's sinister expression made everyone shiver.

"Liu Jin?" Mo Chenfeng supported Chen Siyu, who was about to faint, and called out in confusion.

The young man turned around, bowed to Mo Liujin, and waved at Chen Siyu. All the discomfort she had felt in recent days disappeared. "Junior Qi Yao, thank you for your favor in the mortal world for so many years."

"Are you... also a god?" Mo Chenfeng asked hesitantly when he saw Chen Siyu's face flushed.

Qi Yao remained silent for a while, then nodded stiffly. He turned around and said to the two brothers, "Think before you act in the future, and be calm when encountering things."

"Father? Are you leaving too?" The two brothers looked at him helplessly.

Qi Yao touched their heads and said, "My body has disappeared, and my magic power has returned. I can't stay here for long, otherwise the heaven will be furious and will wipe out all the living beings in this world. Then, my sin will be great."

"What's more, I still have to go find your mother. I owe her an explanation." Qi Yao sighed and smiled bitterly. "I tricked her into coming down the mountain and entering the mortal world. Uncle Shi hates me. This time, I'm afraid it won't be as simple as a hundred years to find her."

The two brothers exchanged a glance, and Mo Jiangche began to explain, "Ling Xian... um... he said that mother ascended to become a god. I did see her transformed into a dragon hovering in the sky. But when she tried to get closer to you, she was swallowed by another, even larger dragon. Ling Xian... told you that nothing happened. I don't know..."

"Dragon?" Qi Yao was obviously confused for a moment. She was just a little white fox, how could she be a dragon? Then he patted their shoulders and said, "I know. Take care of yourself."

After bowing to Mo Chenfeng and Chen Siyu, he also turned into a cloud of mist and left.

The absurd drama ended, the protagonists left, and the two brothers, as if in a dream, saw off the guests and Mo Chenfeng and the others. Turning back, they found Mo Yunting still sitting in the corridor, silent, so that everyone ignored him.

"Please go up and sit in the main hall." Mo Jiangche had a question in his heart and wanted to ask more.

Mo Yunting stood up and sat down in the main hall.

Mo Jiangche dismissed the servants, and Mo Jiangqing looked at him in confusion.

"My lord, when my mother passed away... you called her... could you please give me a clear indication?" Mo Jiangche looked directly at Mo Yunting.

Mo Yunting wiped the gun in his hand with a handkerchief. He was silent for a while before slowly speaking, "My last name was Chen in my previous life. My wife Chu Xiyue and I had a daughter named Chen Chujiu. Later, something happened in our family, so to protect her, we changed her name to Chu Qingmeng."

Although he had guessed it a long time ago, Mo Jiangche was still shocked. Mo Jiangqing's breathing became disordered.

This……

"She recognized me when we were imprisoned together in the Eighth Prince's Villa. And I recognized her as early as the first time I asked her to discuss cooperation. It's just that we both tacitly pretended not to know each other." Mo Yunting smiled bitterly.

The two didn't know what to say, and they remained silent for a while before stopping.

"I've heard it, so just forget it." Mo Yunting put away the gun in his hand, stood up and walked out. "She fell asleep in my arms when she came into this world, and she also fell asleep in my arms when she left. I brought her here and I sent her away with my own hands. It's good... it's good."

After going out, Jingming held the dragon robe that Chu Qingmeng had prepared in advance and presented it to Mo Yunting.

Stroking the python robe, Mo Yunting's eyes flashed with sadness. Then, Jingming followed him back to the palace.

Shuang Cheng carried the box into the main hall, "My two lords, this is a letter our master sent to you two."

After the two opened the letter and looked at the plans inside, they felt both amused and helpless, but after a moment of reaction, they burst into tears.

"I'll do everything mother says." After a long while, Mo Jiangqing calmed down, wiped away her tears and said, "But if I had known... I should have hugged her."

Mo Jiangche's suppressed emotions collapsed again. Mo Jiangqing patted his shoulder, "Alright, stop crying. Mother is a deity who has descended to earth. Her return to heaven is a happy occasion."

Mo Jiangche nodded.

……

That night, the Sixth Prince Mo Zichu died of a sudden illness. The Emperor was so grief-stricken that he suspended court for three days. He posthumously named the Sixth Prince the Crown Prince and gave him the posthumous title of Wenhui. He was buried in the Crown Prince's dragon robe in the Emperor's mausoleum. His mother, Chu Xiyue, was posthumously named Empress and given the posthumous title of Xiaoci. She was also buried in the Emperor's mausoleum.

Mo Zichu became the first prince of Dayu to be buried in the same mausoleum as the emperor. To prevent anyone from entering the imperial mausoleum, Mo Yunting never appointed another empress, and even issued a decree before his death that no one else could be buried in the imperial mausoleum.