"But Your Highness..." Pang Yi cried. A thirty-year-old man crying was not a good look. "I don't ask for the blessing of marrying and having children in this life. I am willing to follow Your Highness for the rest of my life! Your Highness, please let me stay by your side. Just think that you pity me!"
"No." Zhong Mingwei's face suddenly turned cold, and he looked at Pang Yi, who was heartbroken. "If you stay, you may be recognized. The Queen Mother is worried about her grandson, so it's okay to send someone to take a look. But if that person stays here, what's going on? Is it that the Xu family has infiltrated Ningguta, or is it that the poison of the abandoned prince has not been cleared? Pang Yi, do you think I'm not miserable enough? Do you want to make me even more miserable?"
"Your Highness!" Pang Yi suddenly stopped crying. His bloodshot eyes looked straight at Zhong Mingwei, then he suddenly wiped his face fiercely, and then got off the kang. He knelt on the ground. He kowtowed to Zhong Mingwei three times respectfully. When he spoke again, his voice had returned to calm. But it was still thick with hoarseness, "I just overstepped my bounds. I spoke without thinking, please forgive me, Your Highness."
Zhong Mingwei didn't look at him again, and turned his head to the side. He squinted at the curling steam from the stove, not knowing what he was thinking. After a while, he closed his eyes.
Before Zhong Mingwei could speak, Pang Yi's straight back slowly drooped. He stood up silently, then brought in several bundles on the ground, placed them one by one at the end of the kang, and then said to Zhong Mingwei's back: "Your Highness, here are two quilts, frostbite medicine, two large bags of medicinal materials, and five hundred taels of silver. I came here in a hurry this time, so I don't bring everything. Next time I come, I will bring more things."
Zhong Mingwei still said nothing, and Pang Yi didn't say anything either. He stood in front of the kang in a daze for a long time, then bowed deeply to Zhong Mingwei's back and said, "Take care, Your Highness. I will take my leave now."
After saying this, Pang Yi strode out of the room, but stopped in front of the door. He turned around and looked at Zhong Mingwei, who was leaning against the quilt with his eyes closed. His lips trembled, as if there were some words that were difficult to say. He hesitated for a while, but finally spoke: "Your Highness, are you really willing? You have set up the plan for so many years, are you really willing to watch it fail? Over the years, you have been so calculated and framed, are you really not going to pay for your blood debt with blood? Your Highness, forgive me for being frank, this is not the place for you to stay, and this is not the path you should choose. Your Highness, are you really willing?"
Of course, he didn't get a reply, but Pang Yi didn't seem to expect Zhong Mingwei to really answer. After he finished speaking, he pushed the door and left.
Not until the sound of Pang Yi's footsteps completely disappeared did the man who had been resting with his eyes closed finally open his eyes. His deep eyes stared at the white mist in front of him without blinking. He stretched out his hand, feeling the hot white mist passing through his fingertips. Finally, the white mist turned into a layer of cold and damp water. Gradually, the damp hand suddenly clenched into a fist.
Are you willing?
So many of his subordinates have stayed in the army for more than ten years for him, and have grown from handsome young men to middle-aged men like Pang Yi who dare not get married. They have experienced the bitter cold in the northern border and the scorching heat in the southern border, and have fought countless swords and sabers, and have had no regrets. It has always been for him.
Can you really accept this?
On that New Year's Eve, a fire almost took his life. If it weren't for that unlucky girl who pulled him out, he would have died in the fire.
On another New Year's Eve, a glass of wine took away his mind. The Crown Prince of the Eastern Palace was dancing with a sword in front of the emperor and even knocked down the tablet of Queen Zhenxian. Then the king became furious. When he finally woke up, he was already far away in Ningguta, still a half-dead paraplegic.
How many ambushes and plots had he endured over the years? Even he himself couldn't count them all. How many times had he walked on the edge of a knife? From the day he was born, it was destined that his father was not an ordinary father, his grandmother was not an ordinary grandmother, and his life was also destined to be extraordinary.
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