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Zhong Ming'e sat on the couch, lowered his head, held the cup of Biluochun, and took a sip. He put down the teacup and looked at Zou: "What do you want, mother?"
"Mother said that she had already told His Highness a while ago," Zou said solemnly. She took out a purse from her sleeve, opened it, poured out a few pills, and handed them to Zhong Ming'e. She looked at the black pills, paused, and then whispered to Zhong Ming'e. "Mother told me. This, this is a rejuvenation pill from an exotic country. Take one pill before each time..."
Zhong Ming'e also looked at the pill, his hands clenched into fists. His lips trembled for a long time. They turned a little gray. When he spoke again, he had regained his composure: "I know, you go back first."
"Your Highness. When did you..." Zou said with some embarrassment, her face was also pale. She put the pills back into her purse, lowered her head, and whispered, "Mother said that the Second Prince's wife is already three months pregnant. If we... don't make any progress, I'm afraid it will affect Your Highness's coronation."
Zhong Zhiheng said a few months ago that he would confer the title of king on Zhong Ming'e and Zhong Mingzheng together. Calculating the time, it should be after the New Year. I'm afraid that the decree to confer the title of king will come down as soon as the first month of the year is over. Concubine Zhao is superior to Concubine Shu to begin with, and the Zhao family is more prestigious than the Cui family. Logically speaking, the third prince's status should be higher than the second prince's. It's rare that Zhong Zhiheng intends to give the second prince the same status, but now such great news has come from the third prince's mansion, so Zhong Zhiheng will inevitably have to reconsider the matter of conferring the title of king.
Zhong Ming'e understood what was going on. He had been very depressed recently because of this. Hearing what Zou said, he became even more annoyed. He frowned and said to Zou, "I understand it in my heart. I don't need to understand your preaching."
"I dare not," Zou bowed hurriedly. She wanted to say something else, but seeing Zhong Ming'e's impatient face, she did not dare to speak. She bowed and said goodbye, "Then your highness should rest early. I will take my leave."
Zhong Ming'e said nothing, but just waved to Zou.
After Zou left, Liao Chongwu came in with a bowl of medicinal pigeon soup and placed it in front of Zhong Minge, saying, "Your Highness, you didn't eat much for dinner, so have a bowl of soup to fill your stomach."
"I have no appetite," Zhong Minge shook his head, sighed and closed his eyes, "Come and rub my shoulders."
"Yes," Liao Chongwu hurried over and sat next to Zhong Ming'e, stretching out his hand to rub his shoulders. He was a military commander with strong hands, and he was used to serving Zhong Ming'e. At this time, Zhong Ming'e hummed as he rubbed his shoulders. While rubbing, Liao Chongwu whispered, "Your Highness, what did the Concubine Shu say about that again?"
Zhong Ming'e closed his eyes, frowned, and snorted through his nose: "Hmm."
"Your Highness, Concubine Shu is also thinking about your Highness," Liao Chongwu said in a deep voice, pinching the back of Zhong Minge's neck skillfully, pinching it again and again, and whispering, "Your Highness is already 26 years old during the Chinese New Year, but he still has no children. It's really not a good thing."
Zhong Minge slowly opened his eyes, tilted his head to look at Liao Chongwu, and after a while he slowly said, "Do you think so too?"
"I naturally hope that Your Highness will be fine," Liao Chongwu turned his eyes away and whispered, "For so many years, Your Highness has never had a peaceful day. If you can have a child this time..."
"Okay, go down!" Zhong Minge's face suddenly turned cold. He interrupted Liao Chongwu's words, got up from the couch, and went straight to the inner room.
"Yes, I'll take my leave," Liao Chongwu pursed his lips helplessly, looking at Zhong Minge's tired and thin back, and then at the bowl of steaming medicinal pigeon soup on the small table, and finally added, "Your Highness, drink this pigeon soup..."
"Get out!" Zhong Minge suddenly shouted coldly, and slammed the door with a bang.
"Yes, I'll take my leave." Liao Chongwu had no choice but to bow and leave.
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Cining Palace.
Zhong Zhiheng had dinner in the Cining Palace. After eating, he was not in a hurry to leave. Instead, he stayed in the warm room to talk with the empress dowager.
"Yesterday, Concubine Zhao came to have lunch with me. She said that the Third Prince's wife is in good health and is pregnant now," the Queen Mother said to Zhong Zhiheng while sipping Lu'an tea. "The Third Prince's family will have a new baby after the new year. The Emperor should also consider making him a king."
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