Time Travel and Love

When Chu Qingmeng turned around, he found that Mo Liujin had also woken up, so he asked him, "Do you want to eat something too? Or do you need some water?"

Mo Liujin said in a hoarse voice, "Water."

"Oh." Chu Qingmeng picked up the mineral water and fed him some, "Drink less. The fever of both you and your son has subsided. Drink something later." The compressed biscuit porridge in the box happened to roll over. Chu Qingmeng took it aside to cool down. At this time, Mo Liufang, who went out to fetch water, came back with a group of people.

"Father! Liu Chen and the others are back!" Mo Liufang couldn't hide his joy in his voice. Mo Chenfeng and Mo Liujin had already tried to get up.

Chu Qingmeng was stunned the moment she saw this group of people. A bunch of ancient people?! She'd fallen into a tomb and emerged, and she'd actually traveled through time?! She realized she'd traveled through time, and her face paled. She'd thought these people were just eccentric, but she'd never considered time travel. Chu Qingmeng stumbled a few steps and suddenly ran toward the cave entrance. Mo Liujin looked at the woman, who was illuminated by the firelight, and her face paled. As she passed him, he grabbed her.

"Let me go!" Chu Qingmeng cried out in panic. "Mo Liujin! Let me go! I have to go back!"

"Qingmeng! Qingmeng! Calm down!" Mo Liujin grabbed Chu Qingmeng and shook her, trying to calm her down.

"I want to go back!" Chu Qingmeng wailed, "Mo Liujin, I want to go back! What on earth went wrong?! I want to go back! I want to go back!!!"

Mo Liujin looked at Chu Qingmeng, who refused to listen to anything and was crying breathlessly while hugging him, so he had to knock her out with a knife.

Chu Qingmeng fainted for three whole days. Seeing the others looking at him with reproachful eyes, Mo Liujin swore for the 532nd time, "I really didn't use any force. I restrained my strength, so she could only be unconscious for two hours at most. Didn't the doctor check her? She's just too tired."

Indeed, Chu Qingmeng hadn't had a good rest for four or five days, from the time he fell into the tomb to the time he was knocked unconscious by Mo Liujin. The doctor took Chu Qingmeng's pulse and said that Chu Qingmeng was emotionally agitated and hadn't rested enough, so he had slept for so long.

Meanwhile, Chu Qingmeng, who was sleeping in the inner room, had already opened her eyes. She looked at the ancient and charming house before her and sighed deeply. "This isn't a dream," she thought, her heart filled with disappointment. She had thought it was all a dream, but reality had slapped her in the face.

The few people who heard her sigh hurried into the inner room.

"Sister Qingmeng, are you awake?" Mo Wushuang looked at Chu Qingmeng who had just woken up excitedly.

"Qingmeng, would you like some water?" Mo Liufang sat down on the edge of the bed with a glass of water.

As Mo Liujin looked at the disappointed woman, his eyes flashed with deep heartache.

"Thank you." Chu Qingmeng took the glass of water and drank it all. "Can I have some more?" Mo Wushuang picked up the kettle and poured her another glass. After drinking three more glasses, Chu Qingmeng finally felt that her mouth was no longer so dry.

"Qingmeng, are you awake?" Mo Chenfeng hurried over after hearing the report from his servant.

Chu Qingmeng nodded, "Uncle, how is your injury?"

"It's alright." Mo Chenfeng looked at Chu Qingmeng with some embarrassment and said, "Qingmeng, I'm leaving for the capital tomorrow. Do you want to come with us, or should I ask Liu Fang and Liu Jin to stay and wait for you to rest for a few days before leaving for the capital?"

Chu Qingmeng's mind was blank. She had no idea what she should do. "Let's go to the capital together. There's no need to go separately."

Mo Wushuang's face was filled with joy. "Sister Qingmeng, when we get to the capital, I'll take you out to play. How about you live in the same courtyard with me?"

Chu Qingmeng forced a smile on his face: "Okay, I'm just worried that you'll find me annoying by then."

"How could that be?! I don't dislike Sister Qingmeng at all!" He then sat down on the bed and took Chu Qingmeng's arm. "Don't be unhappy. Let's take a carriage tomorrow. I've prepared lots of delicious food."

After hearing that Chu Qingmeng agreed to go to the capital together, Mo Liufang, Mo Liujin and others also showed their joy. The only difference was that Mo Liuteng and Mo Liuchen treated Chu Qingmeng as if she were Mo Wushuang.

The next day, early morning.

The fresh, cool air, tinged with the dampness of dew, was refreshing. Chu Qingmeng took a few deep breaths and realized the air was truly fresh, not at all like the turbid air of modern times. Chu Qingmeng had changed her attire, now wearing a ruqun (a traditional Chinese skirt) that gave her a more dignified and elegant air. The nanny who was combing her hair and applying her makeup was very deft. With her new look, Chu Qingmeng exuded a cool, refreshing air, like an icy beauty.

Mo Wushuang had been making Qingmeng laugh all the way, and before long, Chu Qingmeng was chatting and laughing with Mo Wushuang. Time passed quickly as the two of them laughed and joked. This time, Mo Chenfeng had made every possible preparation for his return to the capital. Secret guards had gone ahead along the way, eliminating countless assassins. Finally, on the seventeenth day, the group saw the city walls of the capital.

At this time, a group of people were already waiting in Prince Rong's mansion.