"Pang Yi, don't feel sorry for me," Zhong Mingwei looked at Pang Yi's trembling lips. He couldn't help but sigh again, "I am sorry for An and you. At that time, I didn't want to marry An. Her sister must have been married to the third son. It would be inappropriate for me to marry An again, but my father wanted to use the third son to restrain me, the crown prince of the Eastern Palace, so it was difficult to obey the emperor's order. I had to marry An," Zhong Mingwei paused when he said this. He stared blankly at the newly installed window. After a moment of distraction, he continued, "She was the last woman to marry into the Eastern Palace. She was also the woman I disliked the most. I was tired of An Zishang's double-facedness. I hated my father for always being wary of me, and naturally I was tired of her. Not long after, I acquiesced to the Crown Princess to imprison her in the backyard. Now that I think about it, she was imprisoned less than a month after marrying into the Eastern Palace. She was only sixteen years old at the time, and she wasted her best years in the backyard. Later, because of me, she was not accepted by the An family and was forced to come to Ningguta. I really feel sorry for her, so today, I am very relieved that she can have a good home again."
"Master, I..." Pang Yi tightly held Zhong Mingwei's hand and choked up, "I..."
He really didn't know what to say. Should I say I'm sorry or should I thank you?
It seemed like nothing I said was right, and I couldn't say anything.
"Pang Yi, a person only has a few decades in this life. If you are lucky enough to meet that person, you must cherish him/her very much," Zhong Mingwei said slowly, letting Pang Yi's sweaty hands hold him tightly. "Pang Yi, stay in Ningguta and live a good life. Don't think about returning to the capital in the future." Seeing that Pang Yi had something to say, Zhong Mingwei interrupted him and said seriously, word by word, "I can only feel at ease if you are in Ningguta."
Yes, when he returned to the capital, no matter he was imprisoned or locked up in the clan house, he was destined to never see his little girl again in this life, and he would not even be able to know any news about her. However, if Pang Yi could stay in Ningguta, he would be able to rest assured, because he knew that Pang Yi would definitely protect his little girl well, and he would be able to die with his eyes closed.
"Master..." Pang Yi couldn't hold it in any longer, and he lay on Zhong Mingwei's legs and cried. It was really ugly for a man in his thirties to cry, and his voice was so hoarse that it was creepy. "Master, why is it so difficult? Why is it so difficult for you and your wife?"
Yeah, why is it so difficult?
How many couples who got married blindly ended up living their lives in quarrels? Why was it so difficult for him and Meiya?
Zhong Mingwei couldn't figure it out. He had been thinking about it for so many days, but he still didn't understand it. At this time, he didn't want to think about it anymore. He just wanted to arrange everything as much as possible. He wanted to completely withdraw from Meiya's world. He wanted Meiya to stay in Ningguta, which she loved, and live a good life with her... future husband and baby.
As for other things, he no longer thinks about them and does not feel any resentment.
In fact, God was kind to him, giving him the opportunity to meet Mei Ya. Although it was only for a short year, it was enough for him to reminisce about the rest of his life. Whether in the dark and cold clan residence or on the road to the underworld, he was satisfied.
But why was he so sad?
He sat on the kang, staring blankly at the pink little pillow, feeling as if his heart was pierced by needles. He reached out his hand tremblingly to touch the little pillow, and recalled that afternoon -
"Mingwei," that day, after Meiya left, Gu Changlin came to the bedroom. The old man who always loved to talk and laugh and was not serious suddenly became serious. His expression was really a little scary. He just looked at Zhong Mingwei with a compassionate look. After a long time, he sighed softly and turned his eyes away. "Have you ever thought about why you are 33 years old and still have no children? I heard that when you were in the capital, you had no shortage of women in your backyard."
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