"It's okay, just keep it. We are all family." Zhong Mingwei also said to Mei Ya.
"Oh. Then I'll put it away." Mei Ya nodded, and immediately went into the dormitory with the thick stack of papers.
"Mingwei, this girl is good. You have to treat her well," Ding Yunwen looked at Meiya's back. He turned his head and looked at Zhong Mingwei. He seemed to be hesitant to speak, "You..."
"What's wrong?" Zhong Mingwei suddenly looked serious and put down the teacup in his hand. He stood up again and said, "Please give me some advice, sir."
"Nothing to teach you." Ding Yunwen stretched out his hand and pulled Zhong Mingwei back to sit. After a pause, he said awkwardly, "I see that girl seems to be quite a bit older than you."
Zhong Mingwei was startled, and then he felt a little embarrassed. He took a sip of tea. Then he nodded a little uncomfortably: "Yes. I... I am sixteen years older than her."
Even though he could tell there was an age difference between the two, he was still quite surprised to hear that it was 16 years. He put down the teacup in his hand, looked at Zhong Mingwei's face, and then said silently: "I didn't realize you were such a capable person before."
Zhong Mingwei: “…”
"Yes, I also think he is capable." Gu Changlin raised his eyebrows and smiled wickedly, "When I first saw the girl, I really didn't think of her as a lady. I thought they were father and son."
Zhong Mingwei: "...Mr. Gu, you are going a bit too far."
Zhong Mingwei has always hated it when people talk about his and Mei Ya's age.
"Haha!" The next second, Gu Changlin raised his head and laughed.
"What's the matter? Mr. Gu looks so happy." Mei Ya asked with a smile and sat back down.
"Nothing, ignore him," Zhong Mingwei said hurriedly, and quickly changed the subject, "By the way, sir, where have you been these two years?"
"I went to Mobei and then to Southern Xinjiang and did some work," Ding Yunwen said in a deep voice, looking at Zhong Mingwei with a kind face. "Mingwei, I know you just want to live a peaceful life now. If you don't want to listen, I won't tell you. Just pretend that I never came here. Whatever I do in the future has nothing to do with you."
For a moment, the room was unusually quiet, and everyone's eyes fell on Zhong Mingwei. Zhong Mingwei lowered his head and looked at the dancing flames in the stove. After a while, he raised his head and looked at Ding Yunwen: "Sir, go ahead."
Mei Ya secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and her clenched fists also loosened silently at this time. Since the return of Prince Pingxi, so many major events have happened in the capital, and even Ningguta is uneasy. Zhong Mingwei would not show anything on weekdays, but he always slept uneasy at night, especially a few days ago, after Ma Zhiming came over in person and talked about some past events between Prince Pingxi and His Majesty, Zhong Mingwei slept even more uneasy. Mei Ya knew that he was uneasy, and in fact, she was the same. She also wanted to know why Prince Pingxi took such good care of Mingwei, and what his relationship was with the Imperial Guards. She and Zhong Mingwei were not concerned about what was happening in the capital, they just cared about their own little piece of land. To put it bluntly, they just wanted to know what their relationship was with the capital and Prince Pingxi. If they knew it clearly, they could take precautions in advance if something happened in the future. Now that Ding Yunwen is here, Mei Ya naturally hopes that Ding Yunwen can answer their questions.
"Mingwei, when His Majesty deposed you, you went from being a prince of the Eastern Palace to an ordinary citizen. Even though the Queen Mother and I pleaded for you, His Majesty would not listen to a word we said. It's clear that he is determined to do this," Ding Yunwen said. Thinking of the scene at that time, he couldn't help but sigh. "I really don't understand, what terrible mistake did you make that made His Majesty hate you so much that he couldn't change you even with nine bulls?"
"Taifu, how could you not understand? From childhood to adulthood, has my father ever looked at me more than once? Has he ever smiled at me?" Zhong Mingwei shook his head sarcastically, "My mother's life was taken when I was born. I'm afraid he will hate me for the rest of his life. It's already a blessing from my father that I didn't die in the clan residence."
"But Mingwei, if His Majesty really loves Queen Zhenxian so deeply, shouldn't he treat you, the only flesh and blood left by Queen Zhenxian, even better?" Ding Yunwen said.
"Taifu, there is something I have always wanted to ask you in person." After a long silence, Zhong Mingwei looked up at Ding Yunwen, "I heard that the Prince of Pingxi had an engagement with my mother when he was young, but is it true?"
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