Zhong Mingwei had never thought that Mei Ya could have such a talent. The more he looked at her, the more he felt that Mei Ya was like a bottomless treasure. She kept giving him surprises and making him more and more obsessed with her. Just like now, Zhong Mingwei listened to the soldiers' cries and felt angry and proud from the bottom of his heart. That was his little girl, the little wife who had little bats and bamboos embroidered on every pair of his socks to announce peace, the virtuous princess who would never neglect her brothers and was extremely enthusiastic, and the backbone who supported him all the way from Ningguta to this imperial city step by step...
How could there be such a good woman in this world?
How could there be such a lucky man as him in this world?
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"Mingwei, with a wife like this, what else could a husband ask for?" Zhong Mingwei was in a daze when suddenly a big hand patted his shoulder.
Zhong Mingwei suddenly raised his head and saw a man standing in front of him who looked 70% similar to Zhong Zhiheng, except that Zhong Zhiheng always had a gloomy air, while the man in front of him was cheerful and cheerful.
"You are..." Zhong Mingwei's lips trembled uncontrollably. This was the first time he met the Prince of Pingxi, the uncle who had been suffering from a major case in the past 20 years but had been silently protecting him. Zhong Mingwei couldn't help but feel a sudden pain in his nose. When he spoke again, his voice was choked with sobs, "You are..."
"Good boy, let's go inside and talk." Seeing him like this, Zhong Zhiling patted his shoulder and took him into the big tent, fearing that he would make a fool of himself in front of the soldiers.
At that moment, Zhong Mingwei and Zhong Zhiling entered the big tent. Kong Wenmin, Chi Chongyuan and the others were very tactful and did not follow them in. Instead, they went to the tent next door to discuss tomorrow's siege.
"Uncle Emperor, please accept my nephew's greetings!" As soon as they entered the tent, Zhong Mingwei helped Zhong Zhiheng to sit on the upper seat. Then he walked to Zhong Zhiling, knelt down on the ground with a "thump", and kowtowed three times to Zhong Zhiling. Zhong Zhiling did not stop him, but watched him kneel down and saluted to him in silence.
This is Siyao’s son.
If he had stayed in the capital like other princes back then instead of leading a expedition to the northwest, this child would have been his and Siyao's.
Yes, if he had stayed in the capital and Siyao had married him, their child would have been this big now.
This child looks very much like Siyao, especially those big peach blossom eyes, which are exactly the same as Siyao's, but his mouth and nose look like Zhong Zhiheng, so he actually looks a bit like him. From this perspective, he really looks like his and Siyao's child...
Zhong Zhiling stared blankly at Zhong Mingwei in front of him as he kowtowed to him. For a moment, he felt his heart was filled with sorrow, depression, and deep regret. These mixed emotions finally turned into a soft sigh.
"Fourteen years ago, my nephew failed to prevent the major case of the past twenty years. Instead, he fabricated the major case of the past twenty years, persecuted a large number of loyal ministers and generals in the court, and even damaged the reputation of my uncle. Whenever I think of this, I feel very uneasy. However, my uncle did not punish me for my mistakes. Instead, he loved and supported me everywhere. I am grateful to him." These words that had been kept in his heart burst out along with tears. While speaking, Zhong Mingwei kowtowed three times, "From now on, my nephew will regard my uncle as my father and be filial to him. Father, please accept my greetings."
Zhong Zhiling's nose was also sore after hearing what he said. He blinked hurriedly, then reached out to help Zhong Mingwei up, and gave him a hearty smile: "What? My son is only going to pay lip service to being filial to his father?"
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