"What is His Majesty's purpose?" Meng Tan frowned and asked, "His Majesty has never been friendly to the noble families. Could it be that he wants to take advantage of the two princes' quarrel to weaken these noble families?"
"It's possible. But I always feel that the emperor has a deeper plan," Zhong Zhiling said slowly. He looked at the dark night outside the window. He said slowly, "I think the emperor has already decided on a candidate for the crown prince, but it should not be between Prince Rong and Prince Hui."
"So the emperor is worried that Prince Rong and Prince Hui will become too powerful. He is afraid that the position of the crown prince will be unstable in the future, so he allows them to fight so fiercely now to weaken each other's strength? Even... he is not caring about life and death?" Meng Tan was surprised. "If that's really the case, then the emperor's mind is too vicious. It is said that even a tiger will not eat its own cubs. Even if he is not the crown prince candidate in his mind, he should not be so cold-blooded to him, right? After all, he is his own flesh and blood!"
"Even a tiger won't eat its own cubs? How can such a saying apply to the royal family? Especially when it comes to him." Zhong Zhiling curled his lips in sarcasm. "You know what happened to Ming Wei."
"Yes, the emperor has always been cruel." Meng Tan nodded and paused. Then he continued, "But if the candidate for the crown prince that the emperor has chosen is not between Prince Hui and Prince Rong, then who would it be? Besides the young fourth prince, there is the dragon son in Concubine Hui's belly. Could it be that... the emperor has chosen Concubine Hui's son? But doesn't Concubine Hui's son also have the blood of the Xu family? Doesn't the emperor hate the Xu family the most?"
"But the Xu family is about to fall, so what's the big deal?" Zhong Zhiling said indifferently, while picking up the wine pot and drinking a glass of wine, he said, "Who knows, the emperor may have long hoped to have a prince like this, without any maternal family background, who can only rely on him and obey him, and looks like... her."
"Your Highness..." Meng Tan looked at Zhong Zhiling's drooping brows, and a little sadness surged in his heart.
"Drink." Zhong Zhiling said in a deep voice, tilting his head back and drinking the cold wine in the glass.
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August 8, the 33rd year of Jiasheng
Nanshan Villa.
Today is a good day for Pang Yi and Xiao An, because Xiao An also has no mother's home. After discussing with Pang Yi, Xiao An moved into Nanshan Villa the night before. Then she got married from Nanshan Villa today, and just regarded Nanshan Villa as her mother's home.
Mei Ya got up very early. It was still dark outside. Mei Ya bent down to put on her shoes and said to the man who was still lying in bed, "Hurry up and get up. Don't lie in bed again. Today is a good day for Pang Yi and Sister An."
"Yeah, so what's it got to do with me?" Zhong Mingwei suddenly pulled the quilt over his face, and said depressedly, "They're getting married, and you've been busy all day, getting up early and going to bed late. If you don't know, you'd think you were marrying off your daughter."
Zhong Mingwei was telling the truth. Meiya had been busy these days taking care of Xiaoan. Xiaoan's embroidery was not very good and she had to make her wedding dress herself. There was no way around other clothes, so Meiya hurried to make her a few ruqun and zhongge and other things. After all, a bride cannot wear old clothes when getting married. This is an old custom that is used everywhere. So Meiya was really busy these days. Sometimes she fell asleep while embroidering clothes. She had stayed up late to wash clothes or do things before, but since she came to Ningguta, or to be more precise, since she had a relationship with Zhong Mingwei, her work and rest time had become much more regular. She couldn't keep her eyes focused after staying up late all of a sudden, and two faint dark circles appeared under her eyes.
"Hey! Are you energetic or not? Isn't Pang Yi your family member? Shouldn't I take care of things for them?" Mei Ya put on her shoes, turned around and lay on Zhong Mingwei, pulling the quilt down little by little, revealing the man's pair of resentful and aggrieved eyes. Mei Ya couldn't help laughing when she saw him like this, and she leaned over to bite the tip of the man's handsome nose, and said softly, "Will you be done with your work soon after today? Do you have to act like a spoiled child with me all day long?"
"Who is acting like a spoiled child?" The 33-year-old man was really embarrassed. He glared at Meiya, but as he glared, he felt that he had confirmed the accusation that she was acting like a spoiled child. He laughed again, put his arms around Meiya's neck, rubbed her nose with his nose, and said with a smile, "Since Madam has finished her work today, can I apply for a wedding night tonight?"
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