"Yes, the girl is cooking in the kitchen," Gu Changlin followed with a smile. "You haven't had a good meal in a few days. The girl is very worried. You must eat with an open appetite tonight. Don't let the girl worry anymore."
"Yes, I will eat well." Zhong Mingwei nodded. He absentmindedly looked at a small pink patch on the quilt, gently stroked it with his hand, and murmured, "One less meal to eat..."
Gu Changlin felt very upset when he heard him say that, and didn't know how to respond for a moment. He immediately poured two cups of tea and brought them over. He handed one cup to Zhong Mingwei and held one in his own hand.
"Mingwei, maybe there is still hope. Don't be too discouraged." After a pause, Gu Changlin spoke.
"What? Sir. What do you mean?" The next second, Zhong Mingwei suddenly raised his head. He looked at Gu Changlin nervously and threw the cup aside. He leaned forward and grabbed Gu Changlin's wrist. He was so excited that he couldn't speak clearly. "Sir, what do you mean?"
"Mingwei, listen to me," Gu Changlin also put down the teacup in his hand, patted Zhong Mingwei's hand, and said earnestly, "Everything has its roots, and the poison you were poisoned with also has a source. If we can find out the source, maybe we can get the antidote?"
Gu Changlin was right. The person who poisoned the patient might have the antidote in his hand.
Zhong Mingwei naturally knew this truth, but his face suddenly darkened. He smiled bitterly and looked at Gu Changlin: "Sir, who do you think poisoned me?"
Gu Changlin was stunned, looking at Zhong Mingwei's desperate eyes, and was speechless for a moment.
Yes, after so many years, even the head of the Imperial Medical Bureau didn’t dare to say anything, so who else could have poisoned him?
"Father, why does he hate me so much?" Zhong Mingwei murmured, staring at the hole in the window, and the whole person became a little dazed. "Even if my mother died because of me, even if the Xu family is a big family and he really can't tolerate it, but I am his son after all, why does he hate me so much? He even hopes that I will have no descendants. Am I really... really that hateful? So unforgivable?"
"Mingwei, stop thinking about it," Gu Changlin looked at Zhong Mingwei's expression and hurriedly stepped forward to pat Zhong Mingwei's hand. He regretted that he had rashly come here and said these things. He had originally wanted to use the power of the Queen Mother to thoroughly investigate the details of the person who poisoned Zhong Mingwei, but he didn't expect to make Zhong Mingwei so sad. Gu Changlin really felt sorry, "Mingwei, it's all in the past, it's all in the past, don't think about it anymore..."
"I can't get over it. How can I get over it?" Zhong Mingwei shook his head, staring at the increasingly dim brown-red light with an indifferent and cold face, and his hands on the quilt gradually clenched into fists, "I can't get over it in this life."
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He village inn.
"It's so late, shouldn't you go back?" Xiao An lit a candle and looked at Pang Yi. After a long while, when Pang Yi didn't respond, she sat down next to Pang Yi, held his hand, and asked carefully, "Did something happen to His Highness?"
Pang Yi came to his village inn every day recently. He didn't talk much, but just sat there with a sullen face for most of the day, and would not leave until the sun went down. Although Xiao An liked Pang Yi to be with her all the time, Pang Yi was obviously worried. He looked sad all the time, but was unwilling to tell Xiao An a word. Xiao An was naturally very worried.
Pang Yi didn't say anything, still sitting motionless in the armchair, staring at the plum tree in front of him without blinking. The weather was getting warmer at this time, the plum blossoms had fallen, and gradually new buds and green plums appeared. The green branches and leaves were full of vitality, but no uglier than the peach blossoms in the past.
"What's going on?" The more Pang Yi said this, the more anxious Xiao An became. She pushed Pang Yi's arm with her hand and said, "Why don't you say something? You were just a wooden stake before, but now it's even harder to speak."
Pang Yi turned his head and met Xiao An's worried eyes. He immediately wanted to turn back, but before he could turn back, Xiao An held his face and forced him to turn back.
"What are you doing?" Pang Yi felt uncomfortable being stared at by Xiao An. He stretched out his hand to pry Xiao An's hand away, whispering, "Stop it. I'm upset."
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