"Your Majesty!" Zhao suddenly called out in a low voice. She was really anxious. She wanted to take this opportunity to divorce Da'an, but Zhong Zhiheng showed mercy. Naturally, she was a little anxious. Facing Zhong Zhiheng's lukewarm gaze, she didn't dare to say anything. She paused. Then she continued in a low voice, "Lord Zhao is still waiting on the side."
Hearing this, Zhong Zhiheng looked at Zhao Xuantong, who had been kneeling on the ground with a pale face, and said indifferently: "It's okay for Zhao Xuantong to teach his daughter. He will also be fined three years' salary."
As soon as Zhong Zhiheng finished speaking, everyone in the room was stunned, especially Zhao Xuantong, whose face turned even paler. His lips trembled violently. He seemed to want to defend himself, but he didn't say anything in the end. He kowtowed and said, "I obey your command. Thank you for your grace."
"Alright. Everyone, get off." Zhong Zhiheng said calmly, as he stood up and walked in front of Zhong Mingzheng. He raised his foot and kicked him, saying coldly, "Just kneel down like this."
"Yes, your son obeys your command." Zhong Mingzheng kowtowed hurriedly.
At that moment, everyone left the imperial study with their own thoughts, and for a moment, only Zhong Zhiheng and Zhong Mingzheng were left in the room.
"Ming Zheng, why do you think I deposed the crown prince?" Zhong Zhiheng walked to the dragon table and sat down. He picked up a memorial and opened it, speaking lightly.
"In reply to your father's words, the deposed crown prince was disrespectful in front of the emperor after drinking, which is extremely disrespectful," Zhong Mingzheng was startled, and then he carefully said, "and the deposed crown prince has a long history of bad deeds..."
"He has a bad record?" Zhong Zhiheng sneered, looking up at Zhong Mingwei, "How bad is he? Can he compare to you?"
"Father, please calm down!" Zhong Mingzheng was shocked. He didn't know what Zhong Zhiheng meant by this, but he knew that Zhong Zhiheng was angry.
"Mingzheng, you are not a fool, so don't follow the old path of deposing the crown prince," Zhong Zhiheng said calmly, closing the memorial. "No matter what time, you must remember that you are my prince, you are the son of a phoenix and the grandson of a dragon. In the final analysis, the Zhao family is your slaves, and you must not let your slaves get ahead of you. Do you understand?"
"Yes, I understand." Zhong Mingzheng kowtowed hurriedly. He finally understood what Zhong Zhiheng meant. He and the Imperial Concubine were dissatisfied with the An family, so naturally they wanted to find another marriage, and the Zhao family was the first choice. If they could get closer, the Zhao family would naturally do their best to help him get to the top. Therefore, all the girls living in his outer residence were from the Zhao family handpicked by the Imperial Concubine. He knew what Zhong Zhiheng meant, but now looking at Zhong Zhiheng's reaction, he felt like a bucket of cold water was poured on his head.
Zhong Zhiheng couldn't even tolerate the Xu family, so how could he tolerate the Zhao family who were always keeping their eyes on the prince and the harem?
He is really confused.
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October 1, 33rd year of Jiasheng
Cold Clothes Festival.
Ningguta.
Nanshan Villa.
Zhong Mingwei never dreamed that he would meet Ding Yunwen in Ningguta, and on such a day.
Gu Changlin has been acting a little abnormal these past two days. The old man who used to like staying at home, drinking a little wine and singing a little song, now likes to go out all the time these past two days.
"Mingwei, Mr. Gu went out again," Mei Ya came back from the front yard with a bad look on her face. While taking off her heavy cotton coat, she complained to Zhong Mingwei, "It's snowing today, and the ground is slippery. I don't know where he went again."
Ningguta has entered winter since September, and it started snowing today.
"Don't worry about him. He's not a kid anymore. He knows what's going on." Zhong Mingwei took Mei Ya's cotton-padded jacket and hurriedly handed her a cup of steaming longan and red date tea. "Drink it quickly to warm yourself up."
"The snow fell early this year, but it fell late last year," Mei Ya took the tea and took a sip. The tea had the sweet taste of red dates. She smiled at Zhong Mingwei and said, "Do you remember the first snow last year?"
"How can I not remember?" Zhong Mingwei also held a cup of tea, squinted his eyes and looked at Meiya, smiling, "When the first snow fell last year, my little girl eagerly helped me go out to enjoy the snow, and then asked me if I could marry her. Hehe, I remember it very clearly."
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