"No need to check further." Zhong Mingwei said in a deep voice.
"What?" Pang Yi was immediately surprised. "Master, do you mean that we don't need to investigate Madam's background anymore?"
Why did Zhong Mingwei ask Pang Yi to investigate Meiya's background? Pang Yi knew it in his mind. First, he wanted to give Meiya an explanation. He couldn't bear to let Meiya not know her background and name for the rest of her life. Second, Zhong Mingwei wanted to protect Meiya's status. He wanted to cultivate Meiya's mother's family. Even if her parents were gone, there might still be brothers and sisters alive. It was obvious that Zhong Mingwei wanted to personally help Meiya's mother's family enter the court. In the future, Meiya would have confidence in the court. This was a very simple and easy to understand idea. Pang Yi could understand Zhong Mingwei's thoughts very well. So he had been carefully investigating Meiya's background.
"I won't check it anymore." Zhong Mingwei nodded. "I always thought she was obsessed with her life experience, but I didn't expect that she was more open-minded than me. She doesn't care about it at all. Since she doesn't have this obsession, I should let go of mine." At this point, Zhong Mingwei glanced at the neatly arranged pile of memorials on the dragon case and said slowly. "Besides, as long as I am in office, her position as queen will be stable. There is no need for her mother's family to help her."
"Yes, I understand." Pang Yi bowed hurriedly.
"By the way, Wen Min and Qingxuan will be back soon, right?" Zhong Mingwei took a sip of tea and suddenly said.
"Yes, Wen Jie and Miss Fang are getting married on the eighth day of the first lunar month. I believe they will rush to Jilin on the ninth day of the first lunar month. Naturally, Wen Min and Qing Xuan will also go together," Pang Yi said with a smile. "According to the time, Wen Jie and Miss Fang must have already arrived in Jilin. Wen Min and Qing Xuan should also arrive in the capital next month."
"Well, you better come back soon. I want Wen Min to come back and help me with you," Zhong Mingwei said earnestly, "The people we send to the northwest this time must be absolutely safe."
"Yes, we must send someone who is both good at civil and military affairs, and who is loyal to His Majesty," Pang Yi nodded, and then added, "He must also be able to keep his composure, otherwise he will probably beg to return to the capital after staying in the Northwest Camp for a few days."
"Yes, the Northwest Camp is different from other camps. It is famous for its unity and combat effectiveness, but also for its xenophobia. Therefore, it is difficult for ordinary military officers to take over the job of King Pingxi," Zhong Mingwei nodded, and breathed a sigh of relief. "However, fortunately, King Pingxi can still stay in the Northwest for more than half a year. With his half a year of paving the way and building bridges, he may be able to open up the situation for the generals we send."
"Yes, with the Prince of Pingxi here, the situation is naturally very different," Pang Yi also said, and suddenly said, "Your Highness, if we calculate the date, the Prince of Pingxi should have already had a little prince by now, right?"
"Whether it's the young prince or the young princess, how can we know?" Zhong Mingwei said with a smile, and put down the teacup again, and said to Pang Yi with a smile, "But I have already thought of a gift."
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The twenty-third day of the first lunar month in the first year of Tianding.
Pingxi Palace.
Meng Tan and several soldiers had been sitting or standing in the front yard for more than two hours, their lips dry and their faces tense. They had come to report military intelligence to Prince Pingxi, but as soon as they entered the Prince Pingxi's Mansion, they saw that the servants all looked nervous, some were worshiping Buddha, some were burning incense, and some were kowtowing to the sky. Meng Tan and his men were frightened, and hurriedly caught a servant to ask, only to find out that the Princess of Pingxi had felt unbearable abdominal pain half an hour ago, and was giving birth in the backyard at this time. Meng Tan and his men naturally did not dare to go to the backyard, and they also knew that Zhong Zhiling was most likely not to see them today, but they were still not in a hurry to return to the camp, but waited in the front yard with these servants.
"Brother Meng, do you think the princess will give birth to a prince or a princess this time?" a soldier suddenly asked Meng Tan.
"How should I know this?" Meng Tan was startled, and then he glared at the soldier, "I'm not a medical officer, let alone a midwife, where do I get all this experience?"
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