"What's the matter..." Meiya didn't understand what Jinghui meant at first, but as soon as the words came out, Meiya suddenly came to her senses. She was immediately speechless and couldn't continue. She stared at Jinghui, unable to hide her surprise and dullness.
"I'm just teasing you," Jinghui was amused by her appearance, she patted the back of Meiya's hand, and sighed softly, "Everyone used to say that the prince was heartless, rarely entered the backyard a few times a year, and was unkind, but I know that he is loyal, once he recognizes someone, he will be sincere to that person, girl, you are blessed, hold on to your blessing and live a good life with Mingwei."
"Cousin..." Meiya's eyes suddenly became wet. Her lips trembled and she uttered three words after a long while, "I'm sorry..."
She felt that she was particularly sorry for Jinghui, but she couldn't say exactly why. She just felt sorry for her, and felt sorry for Jinghui. This woman's silent dedication to Zhong Mingwei made her feel in awe, and also made her feel tragic and sad.
"You guessed it, right?" Jinghui looked at the pair of wet eyes, and her own eyes also became wet. She wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes with a smile, and curled her lips in self-mockery, "I thought that my thoughts were destined to be taken into the coffin, but I didn't expect that a little girl like you could see through it at a glance. It's really embarrassing. If you said you saw it, then you saw it. Why did you show it to me? It's really embarrassing."
"Cousin..." Meiya couldn't say anything except calling Jinghui softly.
"What's there to be sad about? You girl," Jinghui smiled and rubbed Meiya's face, and said with a smile, "I am coveting your man, but you not only don't hate me, but you feel sad for me. How can you be so stupid? It's okay for me, but if you meet another woman who wants to steal your man in the future, do you have to sympathize with her in this useless and stupid way?"
Meiya couldn't stop crying, she was really sad. She was extremely sad for the feelings that Jinghui had kept in her heart for so many years and for Jinghui's silent dedication. She didn't hate Jinghui at all. Instead, she hated herself a little. She hated herself for the hostility and worry she had towards Jinghui deep in her heart, and her narrow-mindedness and jealousy. Facing such a Jinghui at this time, she really couldn't help it. She felt guilty and sad, and buried her whole face in Jinghui's hands, and cried "woohoo".
Jinghui felt the warmth and moisture coming from her palms, and couldn't help but have tears in her eyes. She reached out and hugged Meiya in her arms, gently stroking Meiya's trembling back, and said softly: "Me too, I was so jealous of you and hated you before, why don't I hate you now?"
Yes, I should be disgusted, but why can't I feel disgusted?
Perhaps it was because of those wet eyes, or perhaps it was because one could tell at a glance how deeply this girl loved Zhong Mingwei.
"Girl, you have to hold on to Ming Wei. I know he is loyal and won't change his mind, but you can't help but see countless beautiful women wanting to get close to him in the future," Jinghui gently stroked Meiya's back and whispered in her ear, "In the past, he was a cripple and a commoner, so no one would compete with you for him. But it will be different in the future. When he ascends the throne, all the women in the world will hope to be his women. You have to keep an eye on him and don't let those women take advantage of the opportunity, otherwise, you will be the one who suffers, understand?"
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