Time Travel and Love

They didn't know how long they sat in the main hall until they felt cold. Then they realized that the charcoal brazier was already cold. They got up and went back to their rooms without saying another word.

After Mo Jiangqing returned to his room, he was still completely absorbed in what had happened. Li took off his coat for him and advised, "Don't overthink it. I know you can't accept it, but think about it. If I saw you a few days ago and you still looked young, and I see you again today, you're in your forties or fifties, I still can't accept it. Even if everything she said was false, her words to you two brothers were definitely not false. As a mother to me, I understand her."

"Do you also think she's really my mother?" Mo Jiangqing pondered. "I do feel a sense of familiarity with her, and I can't help but want to get closer to her, but these things are too unbelievable!"

Mrs. Li smiled slightly and said, "Even if you don't consider her your mother, you shouldn't be against her, even for your father. Don't you really feel that your father has been smiling more these days? I always thought that your father had no anger, and even his smile was cold. But look at him these past few days, there are emotions on his face, and he has the air of a living person."

Seeing Mo Jiangqing sitting at the table in deep thought, not knowing whether he had taken her words to heart, Li shook her head, ignored him, turned back to the couch and went to sleep.

Mo Jiangche, back in his own courtyard, was in a similar situation. Madam Xu was also trying to persuade him not to oppose Chu Qingmeng. Even if he treated her as his stepmother, he should still show some respect. Regardless of her real status or age, she was from his father's courtyard, making her his elder. Mo Jiangche snorted coldly, saying nothing more, and covered himself with the quilt before going to sleep.

Chu Qingmeng returned to her own courtyard and felt a little angry. She didn't know what she was angry about, but she felt wronged and wanted to cry. She climbed onto the soft couch and lay lazily on it, her face full of unhappiness. Chunhe sat beside the couch and gently combed her hair with a comb, comforting her, "Don't be angry, young lady. I know the tempers of the two young masters. They will calm down tomorrow."

"Hmph." Chu Qingmeng snorted softly, indicating that she didn't want to hear them. Chunhe chuckled and said, "Girl, my dear girl, you were so angry that you didn't eat dinner. Now, have some cakes. This is your favorite jujube and hawthorn cake. It's late, so use a few pieces to avoid stomachache at night."

Chu Qingmeng picked up a piece and took a sip. After taking two sips of hot tea, he thought of coffee. He really wanted to drink some coffee. He should have brought some with him.

Just as he was thinking about it, Mo Liujin, who had gone to the palace for dinner, came back. He did drink some wine today, but didn't dare to get drunk. Seeing Mo Liujin coming back, Chunhe smiled and retreated, leaving the room to the two of them.

Mo Liujin warmed himself by the charcoal fire to cool off the cold, but he kept his eyes on Chu Qingmeng. Seeing her lazily curled up on the soft couch, still showing no intention of paying any attention to him, he warmed himself up and moved closer to her, asking, "Qingmeng, are you still angry? I'm going to teach those two brats a lesson tomorrow!"

Chu Qingmeng rolled her eyes at him, not wanting to pay attention to him or move. She felt uncomfortable, very uncomfortable, as if she had her period. Perhaps because she had been in a bad mood all day, this period felt particularly painful, her waist and legs ached. She hadn't felt it when Chunhe was around just now, so why was it so painful all of a sudden? This guy didn't pay any attention to the hawthorn cake in his hand. If you don't feel the pain when you have your period, who will?

"What's wrong, Qingmeng? Pay attention to me." Mo Liujin came over and sat on the footstool under the soft couch. He looked at Chu Qingmeng closely, and his words were quite aggrieved. "You haven't paid attention to me for several days. Since you came back, I got drunk on the first day, and was sent to sleep in the study on the second day. You've been away for so long, I really miss you."

Seeing Mo Liujin talking so much today, Chu Qingmeng guessed that he was probably drunk again, but not as drunk as he was a few days ago. He snorted coldly and said, "I'm not feeling well. My waist hurts."

Hearing Chu Qingmeng complain of back pain, he quickly got up and sat down beside the couch to gently massage her waist. However, the man's hands became dishonest as he massaged her waist, and he leaned close to Chu Qingmeng's ear and whispered something. Chu Qingmeng's neck was itchy from him, so she raised her hand to push him away and said, "I'm having my period and it's uncomfortable."

Mo Liujin felt like a bolt from the blue, his entire body shattering. Seeing him like this, Chu Qingmeng suddenly felt much better. Finally, she wasn't the only one feeling suffocated. She chuckled with glee. Seeing Mo Liujin glaring at her, she turned away proudly and dozed off on the couch. After a long moment, a deep sigh echoed from behind him, and he resigned himself to his fate and carried her back to bed to rest.

The next morning, Mo Liujin got up as usual to practice martial arts. Chu Qingmeng woke up, but she just didn't want to get up. She lazily lay in the quilt and watched Mo Liujin get up and wash up. After he left, Chunhe came in. Seeing Chu Qingmeng still lazily, she smiled and teased, "Young lady, get up quickly! In the past, when you were not around, the two ladies didn't need to pay their respects to the Third Master, but now that you are back, you must accept your daughter-in-law's morning and evening greetings."