"What about the ceremony for the Queen's coronation?" Zhong Mingwei was not very concerned about the coronation ceremony, but asked about it hurriedly.
"Your Majesty, this is also reported in the memorial. The ceremony to crown the Queen will be held on February 18th next year." Chen Qingxuan said hurriedly.
"Why do we have to wait until next year?" Zhong Mingwei asked with a frown, "Are there no good days before the New Year?"
"Sir, there are plenty of good days. It's just that according to the ancestral system, the ceremony of conferring the title of queen should be staggered with the coronation ceremony. The Imperial Observatory is also following the rules." Chen Qingxuan hurriedly explained, and seeing Zhong Mingwei's uneasy expression, he added, "Not long ago, Master Zhen Yongtang and his family suffered a disaster. The Imperial Observatory is loyal to His Majesty, so they must have chosen the best day. How dare they not do their best?"
"Let's change tomorrow to next year. It doesn't matter, it will be after the New Year anyway," Meiya also said. At the same time, she slowly said to Zhong Mingwei, "The palace servants in the Ministry of Internal Affairs must be exhausted these days. First, they were busy preparing for Prince Rong's coronation ceremony, and in the past month they have been busy with the late emperor's funeral. Next, they have to rush for your coronation ceremony, and if there is a ceremony to crown the queen before the New Year, the Ministry of Internal Affairs will definitely be overwhelmed."
"That's good, so they don't make mistakes in a hurry," Zhong Mingwei nodded. While throwing the memorial on the table, he said to Chen Qingxuan, "Tell the Ministry of Rites and the Ministry of Internal Affairs to keep the coronation ceremony simple and not to make a big fuss. After all, the funeral of the late emperor cost a lot, so we should save as much as possible. In addition, officials from other places are not allowed to come to Beijing to pay tribute. If they want to give gifts, they can stay to fill the treasury, but as for people, they don't have to come."
"Yes, I obey your command," Chen Qingxuan said with a smile, "You have been so diligent and honest since you ascended the throne. This is a blessing for the people of the Great Zhou."
"Mr. Chen, please sit down and eat with us. The pot-fried pork made by the chef in the Imperial Study is better than mine. There is also stewed pork ribs with pickled cabbage. Mingwei suddenly wanted to eat Northeastern food today, so I asked the chef to make these," Meiya hurriedly asked Chen Qingxuan to sit down, and handed him chopsticks. "Now that you are the Minister of Rites, you are much busier than before. You run around the palace all day long, so you must have no time to eat well. If you are hungry in the future, just come to the Imperial Study for a meal. I can't guarantee anything else, but at least there will be enough food."
"Thank you, Madam," Chen Qingxuan hurriedly bowed, looking at the sweet and sour pork on the table, and said with some emotion, "The last time I ate sweet and sour pork was in Prince An's mansion. It's been more than three months in the blink of an eye."
"Only more than three months?" Mei Ya was startled, then nodded, looking at Zhong Mingwei who was lost in thought across from her, and said softly, "I feel like many years have passed, but when I think about it, it's only been a few months, isn't it?"
Yes, from being a poor and disabled prince who was ridiculed by others to being the high and mighty emperor, it has only been a few months...
No, it was only less than three years from the time he was expelled from the palace to his comeback and his current power over the world.
Mei Ya looked at the silent man in front of her and couldn't help feeling a lot of emotions in her heart. There are so many unexpected things in this world. For example, she never dared to imagine that she would marry to Ningguta under the name of Miss Duan, and she never thought that later, this man would hold her hand and lead her from the bitter, cold and desolate Ningguta to the top of the imperial city step by step.
"Mingwei, what are you thinking about?" Seeing Zhong Mingwei silent for most of the day, Meiya couldn't help but ask, "Why don't you eat? And don't talk? Is there something urgent?"
"Yes, it's something very important," Zhong Mingwei nodded, then put down his bowl and chopsticks and said to Chen Qingxuan seriously, "You must write down every word I say next. Don't miss any, and don't make any mistakes. Do you understand?"
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