March 18, 1934
The capital.
His Majesty issued an edict to confer the title of Prince Hui on the second prince, and the title of Prince Rong on the third prince, Zhong Mingzheng.
After the two princes and their wives entered the palace to express their gratitude, Prince Rong and his wife left the palace first. Princess Rong, Da'an, was nearly eight months pregnant, so it was difficult for her to move. If it wasn't for this visit to the palace to express her gratitude, Prince Rong would never have allowed her to go out. Concubine Zhao valued this pregnancy even more. She sent people to check on her every day.
Prince Hui Zhong Ming'e and Princess Hui Zou were also going to leave the palace, but just as they were sitting in the sedan chair, they saw the eunuch from Zhong Cui Palace rushing in. Zhong Ming'e's face immediately turned unhappy.
"Your Highness, please come over and have dinner with your Majesty." The young eunuch walked up to the sedan chair and said respectfully to Zhong Ming'e.
"I know." It was neither too early nor too late. It was time for dinner. I was afraid that Concubine Shu was about to scold him again. Zhong Ming'e said to the eunuch in a deep voice. At the same time, another sedan chair came out. Seeing Zou also hurriedly got off the sedan chair. He couldn't help but frowned and said to Zou. "You go back first."
"Yes, I'll take my leave." Zou looked as if she wanted to say something but hesitated. But she still obeyed, bowed to Zhong Ming'e, and then got into the sedan chair.
"Your Majesty. Please come this way."
The young eunuch bowed and led the way in front, Zhong Minge followed with a sullen face, Liao Chongwu followed a step slower than him, and kept looking down at Zhong Minge's overly white ears and soft white neck that were exposed through the golden crown. He knew that what he did was really inappropriate, but he just couldn't control his eyes. This new sable county dynasty robe embroidered with five-clawed dragons looked really good on Zhong Minge, making him look even more handsome and elegant. In the morning, when Liao Chongwu was helping Zhong Minge change his clothes, he couldn't wait to be intimate with Zhong Minge, but Zhong Minge was obviously not interested, so he naturally didn't dare to be rude. In fact, he had been holding back his anger for most of the day.
"You just wait outside," Zhong Ming'e turned to Liao Chongwu and said when they reached the gate of Zhongcui Palace. He raised his eyes slightly and looked at Liao Chongwu, but as soon as he met Liao Chongwu's gaze, he lowered his head guiltily and said in a deep voice, "You don't have to follow me in and serve."
He knew exactly why Concubine Shu called him over at this time, so naturally he didn't want Liao Chongwu to follow him in. But Liao Chongwu must have guessed it a long time ago, right?
Zhong Ming'e felt a little uncomfortable and a little discouraged. For so many years, he had been looking forward to the fall of Zhong Mingwei, the eldest prince with a good family background. Now Zhong Mingwei has fallen, and he has fallen completely and there is no chance of recovery. But why doesn't he feel a little relieved or happy? On the contrary, the days are getting harder and harder, and more and more tormented.
"Yes, I obey your command." Liao Chongwu looked at the two faint shadows under Zhong Minge's eyes, and his heart ached. Seeing Zhong Minge turning around to leave, he couldn't help but add, "Your Highness, no matter what the Queen says, just listen, don't take it too seriously, and don't be too upset."
Zhong Ming'e didn't say anything, just shook his head gently, and then stepped over the threshold which was more than a foot high.
Zhong Ming'e moved slowly into the warm room. Concubine Shu was sitting on the couch, sipping tea. When she saw his listless look, she snorted coldly and placed the blue and white porcelain teacup in her hand heavily on the small table, shaking the pot of daffodils on the table.
"My son greets mother. May you be well and healthy." Zhong Ming'e walked to Concubine Shu and knelt down to pay his respects to her. Normally, it was not a New Year's Day, so there was no need for such a big ceremony. However, Zhong Ming'e still knelt on the ground respectfully and kowtowed three times. When he raised his head again, his forehead was pink.
Concubine Shu looked at his red forehead. Even though she was suppressing her anger just now, she still frowned with heartache at this moment. She reached out to pull Zhong Ming'e and said, "It's not a festival, why are you doing this ceremony for no reason? Get up quickly."
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