Concubine Shu drank most of the cup of tea, looked at Zhong Ming'e, bit her lip and said, "If His Majesty really regrets..."
"Mother, don't worry," Zhong Ming'e reached out and held Concubine Shu's hand, comforting her softly. "Even if His Majesty regrets it so much, the most he can do is to secretly send someone to take good care of the deposed prince. The deposed prince's decree was drafted by His Majesty himself. His Majesty will never go back on his word, and the deposed prince is in such a bad condition, even if he returns to the capital, what is there to worry about? In addition to the deposed prince, His Majesty has three healthy princes. Could he let a paraplegic succeed to the throne?"
"Your Majesty does have four sons. Now, except for the deposed crown prince, there are only three princes in the capital, and Concubine Zhao has two of them," Concubine Shu said through gritted teeth. "When the time comes, no matter whether the third or fourth prince succeeds to the throne, my mother and I will have no chance of survival."
"Mother is right. Being born in the royal family, it is always a life-and-death struggle," Zhong Minge said in a deep voice. At the same time, he curled his lips slightly, "But looking at the attitude of the emperor towards the Zhao family now, I think we are not without a chance of winning."
Concubine Shu gently stroked Zhong Ming'e's thin cheek. She choked up a little and said, "Ming'e, my background is not as good as Concubine Zhao's, and I can't help you. I really wronged you."
Zhong Ming'e was busy holding Concubine Shu's hand and comforting her, "Mother, why do you say such things? It hurts my son to hear them. Your background is indeed inferior to Concubine Zhao's, but you have been the one who nurtured and raised me all these years. I am grateful to you, so how can I complain?"
Concubine Shu's eyes were filled with tears and she couldn't hide her relief: "Ming'e, your mother's hopes are all on you."
May 30, 2013
Ningguta.
On the last day of May, Achou moved into the side room. He stacked up the big wooden boxes. These few days, he started to weave a straw mat for himself. Achou had never woven one before, so the mat was a little rough, but thick. As long as he spread it on the ground, people could live in it. Achou was quite satisfied with his craftsmanship.
After finishing the work here, Achou hurriedly washed his hands and went into Zhong Mingwei's room. Zhong Mingwei's bedsores had almost healed in the past few days, so Achou started to give Zhong Mingwei massages every day.
"Is it strong enough?" Achou asked Zhong Mingwei while pinching his arm.
"Comfortable," Zhong Mingwei said. He didn't know if it was because of the hot weather or because Ah Chou was too strong, but his body was hot and began to ooze out fine beads of sweat. Zhong Mingwei felt comfortable being rubbed, and his eyes narrowed. A strand of hair hung down from his head, and the end of the hair gently brushed Zhong Mingwei's forehead, which was a little itchy. Zhong Mingwei's eyes narrowed completely, "Are your hands sore? How about taking a break first?"
"Not tired, this is just the beginning." Ah Chou said crisply, rubbing Zhong Mingwei's shoulders skillfully, and said, "Don't look at my small stature, I can actually do it. When I was working in the laundry department, I could wash hundreds of clothes a day. Sometimes after washing my own, I could wash some for others in exchange for some peanuts or something. Hehe, thinking about it now is just like what happened yesterday."
The strand of hair playfully swept back and forth as Achou moved, from Zhong Mingwei's left eyebrow to his right eyebrow, across his handsome nose, and finally stopped on his left cheek.
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