Zhong Zhiling was so annoyed by his shouting that he threw him away, stood up, took the handkerchief from Meng Tan and wiped the blood off his fingers. He looked at Xu Chengjin who was lying at his feet coldly and said, "No matter how damned you are, I have to let you be a fool, right?"
"Xu Chengjin, do you know why you failed miserably?" Zhong Zhiling sat back on the armchair. While taking a sip of tea, he leisurely looked at the man who was holding his face and crying in pain. "Because you don't understand that hatred can completely change a person's heart."
Xu Chengjin heard this. He covered his face and said with difficulty: "You...what do you mean by this?"
"You should ask yourself, Xu Chengjin, why did you dare to take the risk of swallowing up those small tribes? Who told you that the emperor wanted to kill the Xu family and asked you to take the initiative?" Zhong Zhiling said slowly, word by word. He looked at Xu Chengjin's extremely ugly face with interest, and his lips pulled into a gentle arc, "Who promised you that you could use the emperor to control the princes in the future?"
"This... this is impossible! You are talking nonsense!" Xu Chengjin yelled in exasperation. Using all the strength he could muster, he pointed his trembling fingers at Zhong Zhiling, "She... she is my daughter. This, this is absolutely impossible..."
"It's because you think it's impossible that you have ended up like this. That's why the Xu family was defeated by you." Zhong Zhiling said slowly.
"puff!"
A mouthful of blood suddenly spurted out, and Xu Chengjin staggered to the ground.
"Drag him away. Chop him up." Zhong Zhiling looked at the mud-like man with disgust, then stood up and strode out.
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The tenth day of the ninth month in the thirty-third year of Jiasheng
Double Ninth Festival.
Ningguta.
Nanshan Villa.
"Zhong Mingwei. I sent the cakes to Grandma Chen. She loved them. She said my kidney bean cakes are the best. I think they taste good too." Mei Ya started chattering as soon as she entered the room. "The kidney beans grown in our own home are still the best. I sent all the cakes I made today to Grandma Chen. I will make some more for Mr. Gu tomorrow. He should like them too. They are soft and sticky. The old man has bad teeth, so it is not difficult for him to eat them..."
Today is Double Ninth Festival. Mei Ya got up early in the morning and made some cakes to send to Grandma Chen. She had already bought two jars of Lihuabai for Gu Changlin yesterday.
"Granny Chen and Mr. Gu again, can't you just think about your man?" Zhong Mingwei was annoyed by Mei Ya's chattering. It's not that he was really annoyed by Mei Ya's talkativeness, but she chattered for such a long time but didn't mention him at all. The man who was already narrow-minded would inevitably become even narrower at this time.
"What do I miss you for?" Meiya poured the tea and drank it all in one gulp. She walked to the desk and said casually, "You don't have to worry about food and clothing, what is there for you to miss? You just keep looking for trouble every day."
"Hmph!" Zhong Mingwei snorted loudly, turned around and sat facing the window. He really didn't want to pay any attention to Mei Ya at all.
"Look at him, this is what he is like! He is a grown man in his thirties, but he is more troublesome than a girl of sixteen or seventeen." Mei Ya also looked down on Zhong Mingwei's behavior and started to criticize him again, "Oh, that's not right! I am only sixteen or seventeen, and I am not as troublesome as you, whining all day long."
"Mingwei, my stomach hurts, can you rub my belly for me?" At that moment, Zhong Mingwei pinched his throat to imitate Mei Ya's voice, "Mingwei, can you rub my belly while singing a little song? Mingwei, have I gained weight on my belly? Have I gained weight on my belly..."
"Who talks like that! And belly? When did I mention belly?!" Mei Ya was immediately furious, her face flushed, she took two or three steps forward, snatched the book from Zhong Mingwei's hand, and slammed it on the table, while she glared at Zhong Mingwei with her hands on her waist, "You better explain yourself clearly, if you don't explain yourself clearly today, I will..."
Mei Ya couldn't say any more, and Zhong Mingwei remained silent. They both looked silently at the book with flowers, a vase and a bottle on the table.
In the end, it was Meiya who spoke first: "You...why are you looking at this again?"
"Prepare for the lesson," Zhong Mingwei said silently, looking at Mei Ya with a guilty conscience, "...Aren't we supposed to teach you how to read and write? How can you do that without preparing for the lesson?"
"Who... who wants to learn the characters on it?" Mei Ya's face turned red all the way to her neck. She pointed at the book on the table and glared at Zhong Mingwei. "Don't read it again in the future. Do you understand?"
"But...but you bought this for me?" Zhong Mingwei was obviously not happy. "I was too embarrassed to read it at first, but you reminded me day by day to read more."
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