Zhong Zhiheng looked at Zhao Changrong's figure disappearing behind the curtain with disgust. How could Concubine Shu, who was so cautious, allow her maid to send persimmon cakes to Concubine Hui? How did the rumor that Prince Hui was a homosexual suddenly spread in the capital? Zhong Zhiheng was not a fool. Although the Zhao family was cautious and chose to cause trouble after Dai Jingfeng's death, the Jinyiwei was the Jinyiwei. Could it be that after Dai Jingfeng's death, they would become blind?
So. Zhong Zhiheng knew who was behind the repeated incidents, but this was the only way to ruin the Xu family. If he attacked the Zhao family at this time, he would inevitably be known as a mean and ungrateful person, and he would soon be old. Moreover, the downfall of the Zhao family would inevitably involve the two princes Zhong Mingzheng and Zhong Mingrong. The most important thing is, if it was revealed...
Who was it that acquiesced to Zhao Changrong in instigating the major case of the past 20 years?
Therefore, Zhong Zhiheng could only endure it temporarily.
"Your Highness." Zhao Ruhai came in, lifting the curtain. "The Fourth Prince requests an audience."
Zhong Zhiheng was startled. He then put down the memorial in his hand and nodded: "Announce."
"Father!"
As soon as the words fell, before Zhao Ruhai could turn around, a half-grown young man rushed in. The young man had a delicate appearance, and inherited the fair and smooth skin of the imperial concubine, but his facial features were 80% similar to Zhong Zhiheng. It was no one else, but the fourth prince Zhong Mingrong.
At this time, Zhong Mingrong was walking towards Zhong Zhiheng step by step. He did not kowtow to show respect, but walked directly behind Zhong Zhiheng's dragon table, took Zhong Zhiheng's arm and started to act coquettishly: "Father, please don't scold me, okay?"
"You also know that you will be scolded for coming here at this time?" Zhong Zhiheng looked at the young man with a threatening face and said coldly, "Why did you come to me instead of studying hard in the study room?"
"Father..." Zhong Mingrong looked ashamed and guilty, and he was hesitant to speak. He looked at Zhao Ruhai and said, "Eunuch Zhao, please go out first. Father and I have something to say in private."
"Yes, I'll take my leave." Zhao Ruhai bowed and left in a hurry.
"What do you have to tell me in private?" Zhong Zhiheng looked at Zhong Mingrong with a smile. He really loved Zhong Mingrong, not only because Zhong Mingrong was the prince who looked most like him, but also because of Zhong Mingrong's lovable and clear energy. In front of Zhong Mingrong, he, who was always vicious and ruthless, could also show a kind father's heart. Zhong Zhiheng pulled Zhong Mingrong to sit on his lap, put his arm around Zhong Mingrong's waist, and said with a smile, "Talk, we are just the two of us here."
"Father, I had a dream last night," Zhong Mingrong said in a low voice, his thick eyelashes fluttering as he lowered his head. "I told Mother about it when I woke up early, but Mother was furious and absolutely forbade me to tell you. But I still wanted to tell you, so I sneaked over to you while I was in the study."
"You talk, I'm listening." Zhong Zhiheng's eyes darkened.
"Father, I dreamed of the Empress." Zhong Mingrong suddenly raised his head, his narrow and long phoenix eyes looked at Zhong Zhiheng without blinking with unconcealed sadness, "I dreamed that the Empress cried, and cried very sadly, in a place I didn't know, I only saw snow as far as the eye could see, and the Empress collapsed on the snow and cried bitterly..."
"What else?" Zhong Zhiheng's gaze became deeper. He looked at Zhong Mingrong's flickering eyes and asked slowly.
"No more," Zhong Mingrong shook his head, while stretching out his arms to hug Zhong Zhiheng's neck, and then said, "The Queen is my stepmother. My father taught me since I was young to respect and honor my stepmother more than my biological mother. I have always kept it in mind, so when I dreamed of the Queen, I hurried to tell you. I know that you must be thinking about the Queen, and I am also..."
"Good boy," Zhong Zhiheng gently patted Zhong Mingrong's hand, paused, and then asked casually, "Since your mother didn't allow you to talk to me about this, why did you come anyway?"
"I am your father's son, and I have your blood flowing in my veins. In my heart, although my mother is important, she is definitely not more important than my father," Zhong Mingrong looked at Zhong Zhiheng with piety and awe, and each word he spoke was childish and solemn, "I want to make your father happy."
"Good boy, I am very pleased." Zhong Zhiheng pulled Zhong Mingrong into his arms, then put him on the ground and said with a smile, "Go to the study room quickly, don't let your mother know, or you will be scolded when you go back!"
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