"Yes, I never expected it," Xiao An gently shook her head and sighed, "I only knew that His Highness was completely ruined, but I also thought that a lean camel is bigger than a horse. Who would have thought..."
Xiao An didn't say anything else, but just sighed and shook her head.
"You didn't expect it. I'm afraid no one in the world would have expected it." Pang Yi curled his lips in a sarcastic tone, and said bitterly, "How could a dignified son of a phoenix and a dragon, the eldest son of the emperor and empress, end up like this? How is this possible? Who would believe it?"
It was the first time that Xiao An saw Pang Yi's expression like this, and she immediately comforted him, "Fortunately, His Highness is now in good health. This is the most important thing."
"Are you in good health?" Pang Yi pursed his lips bitterly.
If he was really healthy, what would he have to complain about?
He really hated the filthy situation in the capital, and he wished he could rush in right now and kill all those villains!
Xiao An thought Pang Yi looked a little scary. She was so busy that she changed the subject. She pointed at the door and asked Pang Yi: "This door is strange. One is new and the other is old. What's going on?"
Pang Yi also looked at the two doors. As he looked, a scene appeared in front of him. Zhong Mingwei was kneeling in the snow, holding Mei Ya tightly. He didn't care that the ground beneath him was already covered in blood. He just held Mei Ya madly and desperately. He cried and called for help. Behind him in the ravine was the door that was smashed into pieces...
He was not present at the time, but heard it from Grandma Chen. Somehow, he felt fortunate that he did not see Zhong Mingwei's despair and collapse.
If he saw it, he would not be able to control the knife in his hand, and he might rush directly into the capital. He was not afraid of death, but he would inevitably implicate the lives of Zhong Mingwei and Mei Ya.
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After a while, Pang Yi said in a deep voice: "On the night of the sixth day of the Lunar New Year, the lady suddenly contracted typhoid fever and passed out. His Highness removed a door panel and pushed the lady down the mountain to see a doctor."
Such a casual remark made Xiao An's hair stand on end. She knew that Zhong Mingwei was now disabled and couldn't even walk. She couldn't imagine how a cripple could carry a patient down the mountain, and it was also a time when the mountain was blocked by heavy snow. Xiao An felt as if her heart was filled with something, and she felt depressed, swollen, and a little sad.
"Let's go. Don't keep His Highness waiting too long." Pang Yi said as he pushed open the door.
"Yes." Xiao An hurriedly followed him into the room.
"Master, the person has been brought here." Xiao An was waiting in the outer hall, and Pang Yi went into the bedroom first to report.
"Let her in," Zhong Mingwei said calmly, looking at Pang Yi again, "You don't need to serve here."
Pang Yi was startled, then bowed and said, "Yes, I'll take my leave."
As soon as Xiao An heard Zhong Mingwei's voice, she became frightened again. Zhong Mingwei's voice was still the same as before, low and indifferent. Before she married him, Xiao An thought that voice was extremely charming and wished she could hear his voice every day. Later, she married into the East Palace as she wished, but gradually, this voice became her nightmare.
"Go in, I'm waiting for you inside." Pang Yi said to Xiao An. Looking at the dense beads of sweat oozing from her forehead, he felt a little distressed, but he couldn't say anything more, so he turned around and left.
Xiao An took a few deep breaths and then opened the bedroom door.
"Your Highness..." As soon as she entered the bedroom and saw Zhong Mingwei, Xiao An's nose suddenly felt sore. She knelt down in front of the kang with a plop. When she spoke again, her voice was choked with sobs, "Your Highness, you...how are you? Are you okay?"
Zhong Mingwei also looked at her, the woman whose appearance he could not even remember. He watched her come in timidly, then kneel in front of him, and then sob uncontrollably.
He thought he had completely forgotten all his memories of the women in the Eastern Palace's harem, but when he heard Xiao An's suppressed sobs, he suddenly remembered the first time they met that year. It was not that he still had feelings for Xiao An, but that he remembered that Xiao An was sixteen years old at that time.
Like Mei Ya, I met him when I was sixteen.
Sixteen years old, still so young, so naive, so ignorant and beautiful.
Zhong Mingwei looked at the woman in front of him and felt a little dazed for a moment. His sixteen years old seemed so far away from him.
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