Time Travel and Love

Chapter 509 Grounded

Jiang Qing and Jiang Che were stunned when they received the oral order.

"Eunuch Wuyong!" Mo Jiangqing stepped forward to stop him and pressed a five-hundred-liang silver note into Wuyong's palm. "My mother has been at home the entire time. Is there some misunderstanding that she damaged the imperial gift?"

Wuyong pushed the banknotes back and waved his hand to signal the Imperial Guards to surround the courtyard of the warm room. Then he said quietly, "General Yokono, please be careful with your words. Since the emperor said that the gift was damaged, then it is damaged. Don't make any nonsense."

He glanced at the warm room and said, "I would also like to ask the two generals to transfer the secret guards and attendants in the palace. No one is allowed to approach the warm room."

Mo Jiangche was anxious and took out another silver note of 1,000 taels and stuffed it into Wuyong's sleeve. "Eunuch Wuyong, my mother has always been in poor health and needs a personal maid to take care of her. I beg you to be lenient with me."

Wu Yong calmly pushed the banknote back into Mo Jiangche's hand and said, "General Hu Wei, the emperor is so kind and has personally appointed someone to look after the princess. Please don't make things difficult for me."

Seeing the two men's frowns, Wu Yong added, "Don't worry, Generals. The Emperor is merciful and has allowed the two generals to meet with the Princess every three days."

After that, there was no need to bow and take leave. Chun, Feiying and a group of secret guards were cleared out.

Jiang Qing and Jiang Che saw suspicion and fear in each other's eyes.

Feiying was extremely anxious. What could he do without anyone guarding his master?

Chun He tried to stay inside but was also asked to leave. Now she was so anxious that she burst into tears. "My two lords, please think of a solution. The eldest princess is still unconscious. How can we leave her alone?"

"Is mother sick? Why is she still in a coma?" Jiang Qing and Jiang Che were really anxious now. If their mother was in good health, she might be able to wait for them for a few days, but since their mother was sick, she might not be able to wait even for a day!

When Chu Qingmeng opened his eyes, the sky seemed to have fallen.

Looking at the two unfamiliar-looking women standing in the room, he took a look at the surroundings. This was the warm room, so it shouldn't have been hijacked. "Where's Chunhe? Who are you? Why are you here?"

"Your servant Wenxia (Wenxuan) greets the Princess." The two bowed to Chu Qingmeng, and Wenxia continued, "An hour ago, His Majesty issued a verbal order, confining you to your homes. Everyone around you has been cleared out of the warm room. For the next month, you two servants will serve you."

"..." Chu Qingmeng laughed angrily. Was he afraid that Mo Liujin wouldn't sleep in the study, so he just locked her up? "Where's the general?"

"Replying to the Princess, the general received the order two hours ago to go to Ruzhou to suppress the bandits." Wen Xia knelt beside the bed with a tray of tea in his hand and replied respectfully.

Chu Qingmeng managed to sit up with Wen Xuan's help. He took the tea bowl, moistened his throat, and put it back on the tray. "Stand up. You don't have to kneel anymore. Where are my guards?"

"Yes, Princess, all the secret guards and servants in the warm room have been cleared out."

Chu Qingmeng rubbed his head and called out the window, "Jingming."

"Master, I'm here." Jingming's voice came from outside the window.

"Did your master replace all my guards?"

"Master, don't worry. Our master just wants you to rest and recuperate. Your people are here, and you can come and go as you please."

"...Yeah." Chu Qingmeng felt weak all over. He responded and said nothing more.

Wen Xia brought in a bowl of medicine and a dish of candied fruit, "Please take the medicine, Princess."

Wen Xuan was holding the medicine and preparing to feed it to Chu Qingmeng. Chu Qingmeng opened his eyes and looked at Wen Xuan, a faint smile on his lips, "Put it aside for now."

They came here suddenly. Quan Si's previous prescription was still with the court physician, and the imperial physician had not come to take his pulse. Where did this medicine come from?

The two of them knew Chu Qingmeng's suspicion, so they put the medicine on the tea table without saying anything and stood aside waiting for instructions.

It was not until dinner time that Mo Yunting arrived.

Came with a lunch box.

"..." Chu Qingmeng looked at him speechlessly, "Since you've sent Ajin to suppress the bandits, why are you still confining me?"

"It's the New Year, and he's not here, so you have to attend the banquet. I'll confine you so you can rest well." Mo Yunting inadvertently glanced at the medicine beside him and frowned slightly, "Why didn't you take the medicine?"

Chu Qingmeng looked at him without saying anything. Mo Yunting understood what she meant and waved for the two to go down and heat up the medicine. When they were the only two left in the room, he spoke, "I prescribed the medicine. The people who serve you closely are all from my side. You can trust them."

Chu Qingmeng looked at him in surprise, "You can prescribe medicine?"

"If you don't learn some skills to save your life, you would have rotted in the ground long ago." Mo Yunting smiled and didn't elaborate. He took out a bowl of porridge from the lunch box, "Okay, drink some porridge first, and then take the medicine later."

"I can do it myself." Chu Qingmeng dodged the spoon he offered her and took it himself, explaining, "I'm not used to being fed by anyone."

"Okay, then you drink it yourself." Mo Yunting didn't say anything, just watched her drink the porridge.

Chu Qingmeng took a few sips before realizing that it contained wolfberry, red dates, yam, and other ingredients, as well as sugar.

"I know you don't like yam, but food supplements are worse than medicine. Try to eat some. If you really don't want to eat it, just put it aside." Mo Yunting saw her staring at the bowl in a daze and said helplessly, "You're such a grown-up, and you're still picky about food."

Chu Qingmeng lowered his head and sipped the porridge. He could tell it was made by Lao Chen himself. His porridge always had a mushy, fragrant smell, probably because the bottom of the pot was always a little mushy.

The imperial chef would definitely not serve such porridge on the table unless he didn't want to live anymore.