Ah Chou said hurriedly, "Don't open your mouth so quickly. Wait until I bring the porridge over before you open your mouth. Your face will get sore if you keep opening your mouth like this for a while."
Zhong Mingwei seemed to have not heard half of what was said. He still opened his mouth wide, staring at the spoon in Ah Chou's hand. Ah Chou was busy scooping another spoonful of porridge. He blew on it twice quickly, and then hurriedly brought it to Zhong Mingwei.
Very quickly, a large bowl of porridge was finished. Ah Chou was busy fetching another bowl of porridge. Actually, this bowl was for Ah Chou, but Ah Chou didn't care about it. Now she just wanted Zhong Mingwei to eat his fill. This man had obviously been hungry for a long time and didn't have the slightest eating manners. Ah Chou blamed herself. If she had known earlier, she should have cooked for him last night and wouldn't have let him starve for another night.
After two bowls of porridge, Ah Chou put down the bowls. He took out a towel to wipe Zhong Mingwei's mouth and asked softly, "Do you want more? There's more in the pot."
Yes. There is still some in the pot, but only a small half bowl of porridge.
Zhong Mingwei shook his head. His eyes, which had been fixed on Bai Zhou, now stared at Ah Chou without blinking.
Ah Chou felt uncomfortable being stared at by those dark eyes. She had no experience getting along with men, let alone Zhong Mingwei's peach blossom eyes, although they were no longer as bright as before. But Ah Chou was still very scared and would not move her hands or feet for a while.
"Who are you?" After a while, Zhong Mingwei spoke. His voice was very hoarse, probably because he hadn't spoken for a long time.
"I... I'm Duan Rulan," Ah Chou said in a panic, clutching the handkerchief in her hand nervously. Her heart was about to jump out of her throat. She was very uneasy. She felt that Zhong Mingwei had seen through her. She said with a guilty conscience, "I am... I am the Duan... the legitimate daughter of the Duan family, Duan Rulan, who was engaged to you a long time ago."
"I have seen Duan's portrait," Zhong Mingwei said calmly, his eyes wandering over Ah Chou's face, finally settling on the small dark red scar on Ah Chou's chin. "If Duan Chenghong's daughter is disfigured and still dares to marry into the East Palace without telling the emperor, she is courting death."
The next second, Ah Chou knelt down in front of the bed with a plop. Her face was pale and her lips were trembling. She was obviously scared to death. She held the edge of the bed tightly with both hands and stammered to Zhong Mingwei, "Your Highness, I am not... not Miss Duan. I am... Miss Duan's maidservant. Miss Duan died of a sudden illness when she was... in Tongliao. I had no choice but to marry Miss Duan to Ningguta. I beg Your Highness to have mercy on me! I did not mean to deceive Your Highness! Your Highness, please understand!"
"How can I still be called His Royal Highness the Crown Prince?" Zhong Mingwei curled his lips in a mocking manner. After a pause, he said self-deprecatingly, "I'm afraid that Miss Duan didn't die of a sudden illness, but she really didn't want to marry a paralytic like me, so she committed suicide, right?"
Ah Chou looked at Zhong Mingwei's face full of scorn and ridicule, and for a moment she didn't know what to say. She bit her lip and whispered after a long while: "Your Highness, you are overthinking it. The young lady is not unwilling to come to Ningguta, but...but the young lady has always been weak. She fell ill as soon as she left the capital. It was not easy for her to make it to Tongliao..."
"Look up." Zhong Mingwei suddenly said.
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