“Your Highness!” An Zishang raised his head tremblingly and looked at the expressionless face. His blue-gray lips trembled and he uttered a hoarse voice, “Your Highness, please… please have mercy on me…”
"Isn't this considered as showing mercy?" Zhong Mingzheng sneered, patting his chest and saying coldly, "The scar here will follow me for the rest of my life, and I will naturally bear a grudge for the rest of my life. Not only will I bear a grudge against An, but I will also bear a grudge against the An family behind her. Lord Shangshu, do you want to give An a clean and complete end before I change my mind, or do you want her and the An family to be humiliated by me for the rest of their lives?"
The blue-grey lips trembled even more violently, and the sound of the teeth chattering echoed in the empty imperial study. An Zishang stared blankly at the hand that patted the bright yellow dragon robe. After a long while, he finally kowtowed heavily again: "I thank the Lord for his great grace!"
"Yes, I am deeply moved by your loyalty, Lord Shangshu." Zhong Mingzheng patted An Zishang on the shoulder in a good mood.
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July 6, 34th year of Jiasheng
northwest.
Pingxi Palace.
"What's wrong? You haven't had a good appetite these past two days," Pingxi King Zhong Zhiling frowned as he looked at Helan Ya who was sitting across the table. He put down his bowl and chopsticks, moved to Helan Ya's side, held her hand, and asked worriedly, "Are you feeling unwell? How about calling a doctor in to check your pulse?"
"No need. I've always been afraid of heat. I can't eat or sleep well at this time every year. I'm used to it." Helan Ya shook her head, took a handkerchief to wipe her mouth, and said to Zhong Zhiling with a pout, "Don't worry about me. Just continue eating."
But the King of Pingxi could not eat any more. He looked at Helan Ya's sweaty face with worry. He took the plum soup from the table and handed it to Helan Ya, saying, "It's either too hot or too cold in Mobei. I'm sorry that you have been wronged."
"Why are you, a grown man, saying these weird things?" Helan Ya glared at the King of Pingxi and said with a smile, "I was born in Mobei. I am a native of Mobei, compared to you, an outsider. Don't I know what Mobei is like? How can you sympathize with me?"
The King of Pingxi said nothing, but stretched out his hand to tidy up the broken hair stuck on Helan Ya's cheeks. He felt really bad. Helan Ya was of course a native of Mobei, but she was also the most honorable eldest princess of the Turkic people. In the past, when it was hot, Helan Ya would cool off in the Turkic palace, and there was no shortage of ice cubes to cool off. This was the first time Helan Ya spent the summer in the Northwest Army. Zhong Zhiling was used to living alone, so he didn't think of these things. Even in the palace, there was not even an ice cellar, so where would the ice come from to cool off? So Zhong Zhiling felt very guilty at this time, secretly scolding himself for being careless and not caring for others.
"Brother Ling, this plum soup is really delicious." Helan Ya didn't know what Zhong Zhiling was thinking. She drank the plum soup in the bowl in one breath, and still felt a little unsatisfied. "I want to drink more."
"Then I'll serve it to you." Zhong Zhiling hurriedly picked up the bowl from the table and went quickly to the side room.
Helan Ya looked at the man's back and couldn't help but smiled. She held her chin and looked at the lotus pond outside the window. She took a deep breath and felt the faint fragrance of lotus flowers filling her mouth. Helan Ya felt intoxicated.
It has been a month and ten days since the wedding, and Helan Ya has never had such a good life. Yes, she spends every day with Zhong Zhiling, eating and sleeping together. Although Zhong Zhiling has to go to the Northwest Camp every day, he goes home early every day after the wedding, and always rushes back before dark. Sometimes the camp is not busy, and Zhong Zhiling simply slacks off. For example, today, the man who used to hang out with the soldiers all day, now thinks about how to squeeze out more time to stay at home with his wife.
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