Later, news came from Ningguta that the Duan girl had died in an accident, and Zhong Mingwei had married a new wife, who was said to be an ordinary peasant girl who was willing to share the joys and sorrows with him. Everyone laughed at the prince who was once so high and mighty, but now he had married a village girl. Only she was silently thinking about the words "share the joys and sorrows" in her heart, and as she thought about it, she laughed, and tears came out of her eyes.
Sharing the good and the bad, isn't she?
Is there anyone more willing to share the joys and sorrows with Zhong Mingwei than her?
She felt extremely depressed and angry. Why did she give everything but get nothing? But why could some people get it so easily?
But she also knew that there was no fairness in this world, so her mother died tragically, but she, a daughter of the Xu family, was raised in a temple. She knew from a young age that she was just a pawn in the hands of the Xu family.
But why did she feel so wronged and unwilling to accept it? She knew her identity and situation from the beginning, and she knew that there would be no good results between her and him, but she just kept feeling wronged and unwilling to accept it. Until today, when she saw Mei Ya, a girl with a strong sense of fireworks all over her body, she suddenly stopped feeling wronged and suddenly accepted it.
After all, she was worried. She didn't believe that anyone would take care of Zhong Mingwei like she did. But when facing Mei Ya with smiling eyes, she was completely relieved. She suddenly understood that maybe what Zhong Mingwei needed was not care and protection, but a kind of power, a power that made him feel joy and peace from the bottom of his heart no matter he was a prince or a commoner. She didn't have this kind of power, so she felt relieved.
"Don't come to see me again," Jinghui interrupted Meiya's chattering, put the handkerchief on the table, patted Meiya's hand gently, and said, "Forget it this time, don't come again, don't let me get you and Mingwei involved," she paused, and then added, "You should know that I am the real murderer who killed the Fourth Prince, and you and Mingwei are the Fourth Prince's brother and sister-in-law. At this time, you should avoid suspicion and never let anyone know that you are still in contact with me, understand?"
Meiya bit her lip and looked at Jinghui. After a while, she lowered her head and whispered, "Cousin, it was obviously not you who killed the Fourth Prince."
"No, I killed the Fourth Prince," Jinghui was startled, then slowly said, "The Imperial Concubine strangled my little prince to death. How could I not avenge my son's death? But the Imperial Concubine died suddenly, and I didn't even have the chance to retaliate, so I set my revenge on the Imperial Concubine. The Third Prince lives outside the palace, and he is deeply rooted, so I naturally can't do anything about it, but the Fourth Prince is right under my nose, so of course I won't let him go."
"Cousin, Mingwei has already found out the real murderer who killed the Fourth Prince. It can't be you..." Meiya's nose was sore. She held Jinghui's hand tightly. When she spoke again, her voice was choked with sobs, "Cousin, it's not you at all. Mingwei and I both know that you stepped forward to protect Mingwei and took the notoriety of killing the Fourth Prince. Cousin..."
"No, I did kill the Fourth Prince," Jing Hui said firmly, her eyes full of ice. "The Imperial Concubine killed my child, how could I watch her child rise to prominence? I had planned to kill the Fourth Prince a long time ago. If it weren't for my subordinates' incompetence and Jiang Bairen's capture, I wouldn't have been involved at all. Humph! That Jiang Bairen is so abominable. If I ever have a chance to get out of the laundry bureau, I will definitely not let him off easily!"
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