"Please stand up, eunuch!" Zhong Mingzheng hurriedly helped Zhao Ruhai up, and asked attentively, "Does father have a message for mother? Do you want me to step aside?"
"Yes. His Majesty ordered me to come and deliver the message," Zhao Ruhai nodded, looking at Zhong Mingzheng. He added, "His Majesty said that if the Third Prince is here, there is no need to avoid him. He can just listen to the instructions with the Empress."
Oral instruction?
Isn't it a message?
Zhong Mingzheng and Concubine Zhao looked at each other, then knelt down hurriedly: "Your Highness/Your Highness obey your command!"
"No matter how serious the crimes of the deposed prince are, he is still my legitimate son. Now, the deposed prince has been taught a lesson, and I think this is enough. No one else needs to act on my behalf. Ningguta does not need a second order. If anything unusual happens, I will pursue it to the end. Imperial grant." Zhao Ruhai said in a deep voice. After speaking, Zhao Ruhai bowed slightly to the two. "I will take my leave."
After Zhao Ruhai left the hall, Zhong Mingzheng was busy helping Concubine Zhao up. He looked at Concubine Zhao with a little anxiety: "Mother, is Father... blaming us for interfering in the matter of deposing the crown prince?"
"No, he is thinking about his ill-fated cousin again." Concubine Zhao gritted her teeth and said, "She is just an immoral woman, but he has been thinking about her for so many years..."
"Mother, what do you mean?" Zhong Mingzheng was confused.
"Nothing." Concubine Zhao drank the tea in the cup, paused, and then said to Zhong Mingzheng, "Give the order to have our people withdraw from Ningguta. From now on, whether the deposed crown prince lives or dies is none of our business."
"Yes, son, I obey your command." Zhong Mingzheng bowed.
The fifth day of the fifth month of the thirty-second year of Jiasheng
Ningguta.
On the Dragon Boat Festival, Zhong Mingwei finally ate the big-stuffed buns that Achou had always talked about.
Achou had dug up some shepherd's purse early in the morning. The leaves were clear and the roots were white and tender. Achou washed them clean, chopped them up, and mixed them with the vermicelli he had prepared early in the morning and a bowl of precious minced pork.
"Guess what the filling is?" After the steamed buns were ready, Ah Chou happily brought them in and placed them in front of Zhong Mingwei. "In addition to shepherd's purse and vermicelli, there are other good things. See if you can guess it."
Zhong Mingwei looked at the plump white buns in front of him, then at Achou's smiling eyes, and couldn't help but grin. This girl had been chopping the stuffing since last night. Did she really think he was hard of hearing and couldn't hear anything?
"I don't know." Zhong Mingwei looked at Ah Chou's face full of complacency that could not be concealed, and planned to play stupid to fulfill the girl's complacency.
"It's meat! Didn't I tell you I bought some meat? Hehehe, there's still four or five pounds of meat. I've pickled it. It's enough for us to eat for several days." Ah Chou was even more proud. He broke open a big bun, put it in front of Zhong Mingwei, and asked eagerly, "Is it delicious?"
Zhong Mingwei looked at the greasy big bun and couldn't help but take a few more bites of the bun flavor. It was indeed the unfamiliar aroma of wild vegetables. He had never eaten it before, but just looking at it, he knew it must be delicious. He ignored Ah Chou, opened his mouth and took a bite, then he screamed in pain because of the burn.
"Did I tell you to eat it? Didn't I tell you to smell it? How dare you eat it when it's so hot?" Ah Chou was so anxious that he threw away the buns and took a bowl of water from the table, "Drink some cold water quickly! Stop making bubbles!"
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