It's not that he doesn't trust Zhong Ming'e's feelings for him, but this is the fact. Maybe Zhong Ming'e didn't think so much. But he couldn't help thinking about the empty imperial mausoleum and the lonely days. What he thought about day and night was Zhong Ming'e. He thought about it too much. But because he thought about it too much, he felt more depressed and melancholy.
He felt that he should let it go, especially after Zhong Ming'e had given up on him. He should forget the past, guard the imperial mausoleum steadily, and take a meager salary. After a few years, he finally let it go, and married a wife, had a child, and lived the rest of his life peacefully.
But with the arrival of the Ghost Festival, all of Liao Chongwu's rationality completely collapsed in front of Zhong Minge's tears. He knew that it was impossible for him to let go of Zhong Minge. Before he met Zhong Minge, he could still deceive himself. But as soon as he saw Zhong Minge, he knew who his heart belonged to in this life. So he accepted it, no matter how rough and miserable this life was, he accepted it. He just wanted to be with Zhong Minge, he didn't want status, no promises, he didn't want anything, as long as he could be with Zhong Minge, as long as Zhong Minge had a place for him in her heart, that was enough.
He was willing to do anything for Zhong Minge, no matter if it meant going through fire and water. However, not long after Zhong Minge left the imperial mausoleum, when he heard the rumors about the capital, he suddenly realized that he could do nothing and would even bring endless troubles to Zhong Minge. Then he fell into depression again.
After thinking carefully for a few days, he wrote the letter. Every word was written neatly, but each word was also filled with blood and tears. If the throne was always the most important thing in Zhong Minge's heart, then he was willing to fulfill his wish, even if this was all he could do.
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"Liao Chongwu, if it weren't for you, no one else would know about our affairs," Liao Chongwu was speechless for a long while. Zhong Minge also noticed his mood. He looked up at Liao Chongwu, stroking his gloomy chin and said in a deep voice, "It was Prince Rong, the mother and son with the Imperial Concubine. One tried to ruin my reputation in the former dynasty, and the other put the blame on my mother in the harem. Fortunately, my father is a man of good sense, so he didn't let them succeed."
"So you're just going to let them ruin your reputation like this?" Liao Chongwu was a little anxious. "You don't even know what people outside are saying about you. You really can't go on like this."
"But how can we fight back against such rumors and shut up these busybodies?" Zhong Minge asked.
Liao Chongwu was speechless. Yes, the capital city was not short of rumors. Any famous ministers, even princes and concubines, were all subject to rumors. This was human nature. If you suppressed one rumor, another would soon arise. There was no quick and easy solution to rumors, unless...
Iron-blooded suppression.
"Others have no way, but I do." Zhong Ming'e looked at Liao Chongwu's silent face, and suddenly smiled slyly. He stretched out his hand to pinch his cheek, and said, "I don't care what the common people say about me. I only care about my father. It won't be long before I report to my father that the Princess of Hui County is three months pregnant. What do you think my father will think then? Will he believe the rumors and think that I am a homosexual, or will he think that someone has framed me?"
"That's true. Other things don't matter. What's most important is what His Majesty thinks." Liao Chongwu nodded, and his heart suddenly felt relieved, but he also felt a little sad for no reason.
"So you are not allowed to have any more random thoughts in the future, and you are not allowed to come up with any ridiculous ideas about getting married, understand?" Zhong Minge said with a sullen face, "You don't know that I am almost mad at you these past few days, I'm just afraid that if I were a step late, you would..."
"What's wrong with me?" Liao Chongwu looked at his angry face and couldn't help laughing.
"You just slept with someone else!" Zhong Ming'e said desperately, "You don't know how worried I was. I've never ridden on horseback day and night like this before. My waist was about to break. Who would have thought that as soon as we met, you..."
"What's wrong with me?" Liao Chongwu was still smiling, a wicked smile, but the two hands under the quilt were gently rubbing Zhong Minge's waist.
"Liao Chongwu..." Zhong Minge didn't answer, but just stared at him for a long time without blinking, then buried his head in his arms again, gently rubbing his chest, and sighed softly, "Why do I like you so much?"
It seemed like he was asking Liao Chongwu, but also seemed like he was asking himself.
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