Xiao An was very sad. She hadn't seen Zhong Mingwei for many years, even though she married into the Eastern Palace. She became Zhong Mingwei's woman, but since she broke into Zhong Mingwei's study, she was ordered by Crown Princess Ding to reflect on her actions. Since then, she has never seen Zhong Mingwei so closely again, in her memory. Zhong Mingwei was not like this. He was handsome, bright-eyed, and noble. How could he be so haggard with a handsome face that could not be banished from heaven? So sickly? Even with fine and dense wrinkles at the corners of his eyes?
How is that possible?
how so? !
But at this moment, in this room filled with the suffocating smell of herbs, there were indeed only her and Zhong Mingwei.
"Your Highness..." Xiao An choked up. Her heart was so sad that it couldn't be more sad, but she couldn't tell why she was sad. Was she sad about Zhong Mingwei's experience? Or was she sad about the years that were gone forever? She didn't know. She really didn't know.
"Don't cry." Zhong Mingwei spoke slowly, taking out a handkerchief and handing it to Xiao An. "Get up, be careful of your knee pain."
"Yes." Xiao An replied with fear and trepidation. She had never known Zhong Mingwei could be so gentle. She thought she had misheard and was startled. Then she hurriedly took the handkerchief and got up from the ground.
"Sit down," Zhong Mingwei said slowly, while reaching out to get the teapot to pour tea. He glanced at Xiao An sitting on the edge of the kang. Zhong Mingwei suddenly frowned, grinned at Xiao An, and said in a deep voice, "Sit on the chair."
"Yes, yes, yes." Xiao An was startled and hurriedly stood up and sat on the chair. She was terrified, but at the same time she felt that this was how Zhong Mingwei should be.
"I heard from Pang Yi that you came to Ningguta begging the Queen Mother, saying that you were willing to give up the wealth and prosperity of the capital for me." After pouring two cups of tea, Zhong Mingwei put down the teapot and looked at Xiao An. "Is it true?"
Xiao An was stunned. She really didn't expect Zhong Mingwei to say this to her. She was speechless and didn't know how to answer for a moment.
"Is it really not necessary?" Zhong Mingwei did not expect her answer. He took a sip of tea and continued calmly, "What's important is that you are my concubine, and you are in Ningguta."
"Your Highness..." Xiao An's face turned pale as she stammered, "What...what do you mean?"
Zhong Mingwei looked at her terrified face and said expressionlessly: "You don't have to know, and it's enough to know that you are mine."
…
April 28, 1934
The capital.
Prince Rong's Palace.
study.
“Boom boom boom!”
While Zhong Mingzheng was reading the official document, he heard a knock on the door. His relaxed brows suddenly frowned. He put down the document in his hand, raised his head and looked at the carved door, and asked in a deep voice, "What's the matter?"
Ever since Da'an gave birth to the little prince, her temper has become much worse. Before she was out of confinement, she had punished Zhong Mingzheng's two concubines one after another. Zhong Mingzheng was naturally very angry, but considering this precious little prince, he had been holding back and had not lost his temper. He just hadn't been to the backyard for two days. Da'an knew that he was angry and was naturally uneasy. She sent people to invite him over every day, which annoyed Zhong Mingzheng very much. At this time, when he heard the knock on the door, he was naturally worried that Da'an was up to something again.
"Your Highness, I have something important to report." Ling Shi'an lowered his voice and spoke outside the door.
"Come in," Zhong Mingzheng breathed a sigh of relief, stood up and walked out from behind the desk, stretched his muscles, and then sat on the couch. He poured a cup of tea and looked up at Ling Shian, "What's wrong? You look so bad."
"Your Highness, news just came from the palace that Concubine Hui is pregnant!" Ling Shi'an said anxiously.
Zhong Mingzheng froze all over, and it took him a while to come back to his senses. He put down the teacup in his hand and asked in a deep voice, "Is the news reliable?"
"Reliable," Ling Shi'an nodded hurriedly, and added, "Qin Lu first went to Changchun Palace to check Hui Guiren's pulse, and then did not return to the Imperial Hospital but went directly to Cining Palace. In the evening, the young doctor of the Imperial Hospital saw Qin Lu boiled a pregnancy-preserving medicine and sent it to Hui Guiren. Aunt Bi Qiao also personally brought a lot of supplements to Changchun Palace."
"Bang!" The next second, Zhong Mingzheng slapped the small table hard, causing the teacups and teapots to make rattling sounds.
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