"Of course Mingwei told me," Meiya looked at those anxious eyes and couldn't help but sigh silently in her heart, and said, "I wanted to make more food for my cousin, but Mingwei said that my cousin has never cared much about food, and she would only drink a few more mouthfuls of mushroom porridge, so I only made this bowl of mushroom porridge. Cousin, try it quickly, it should still be warm."
Jinghui looked at the white porcelain spoon handed to her, reached out to take it, then scooped a spoonful of mushroom porridge and tremblingly put it into her mouth, and then one spoonful after another, and soon the big bowl of mushroom porridge was empty. However, Jinghui still held the white porcelain spoon and scraped the bottom of the bowl carefully. It was obvious that she was still not satisfied and it was obvious that she cherished this bowl of mushroom porridge very much.
"Cousin, you...you don't eat anymore," Meiya couldn't bear it any longer. She took out a handkerchief and handed it to her, saying apologetically, "I'll make mushroom porridge for you next time. Make more next time. By the way, cousin, if you have any other dishes you like, tell me and I'll cook them for you. I don't have any other strengths except that I'm a good cook. Cousin used to practice asceticism in the mountains, so she must like vegetarian food. Then, cousin, do you like braised bamboo shoots? How about buns stuffed with shepherd's purse? And... "
Jinghui listened to her babble silently, put down the spoon, took the handkerchief, wiped her mouth, and listened to Meiya talking non-stop. She has always been a taciturn person, who would not talk if she could, and she didn't like talkative people. But at this time, listening to Meiya chattering on and on, she felt indescribable warmth and relief in her heart.
Yes, warmth and relief.
With such a beautiful girl with a strong sense of fireworks accompanying Zhong Mingwei, she has nothing to worry about.
Ever since she heard that Zhong Mingwei was deposed and sent to Ningguta, and that he was disabled, she began to feel uneasy. She couldn't go to Ningguta to take care of Zhong Mingwei, so she could only hope that someone would take good care of him. But later, when His Majesty ordered the daughter of the Duan family to marry to Ningguta, she became even more worried. How could a proud and arrogant noblewoman from the capital like Duan be willing to take good care of the disabled Mingwei? Would she... dislike or bully Mingwei?
That was the first time she was so eager to go down the mountain, to leave the Buddha and return to the mortal world. She knew that Zhong Mingwei would never like her, but she also hoped to take good care of him, even if she could only get close to him by using the name of his cousin for the rest of her life.
Later, she didn't have time to think of any solution, so she really went down the mountain. However, she went not to Ningguta, but to the palace. There was no longer any possibility. She fell into the quagmire, her whole body was covered with disgusting filth, and she no longer approached Zhong Mingwei's position and original intention.
She wanted to die. How many times in the silent night, she looked at her face in the mirror and thought about death. She didn't want to live with this face anymore because in the eyes of everyone, she was just a substitute, including Zhong Mingwei, the child who had never seen his mother. Why did he care about her so much and why was he so close to her? Wasn't it because of this face?
She hated this face, but she was also grateful for it, because only such a face and such eyes could allow her to have a place in Zhong Mingwei's heart, even if this place came so luckily and humbly.
But she survived in the end. It was not because she was afraid of death, but because she was still suffering in Ningguta. She couldn't die like this. She had to help Zhong Mingwei make a comeback. So the Buddhist woman who used to ignore the secular world gradually became a vicious woman with blood on her hands. What was the point of destroying the Xu family? Wasn't she willing to kill even her own flesh and blood? As long as it was beneficial to Zhong Mingwei, she was willing to do it. He was the only person in the world that she couldn't let go of, and the only connection between her and the world. As long as it was good for him and as long as she could do it, she would not hesitate.
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