Yes, how much he hated it. He had been in a state of fear and trepidation for thirty years. Then he was suddenly thrown to the ground. That was not all. It turned out that there had been a sharp knife stuck in his heart. Over the years, it had grown into his flesh and blood. He could neither leave it nor pull it out. He just watched helplessly as the sharp knife stabbed deeper and deeper, and became more and more inseparable from his heart.
He really hated him, he had hated many people before, but he had never hated him so much, he wanted to cut his throat with his own hands, he wanted to cut him into pieces.
But he couldn't do anything. Not only could he not do anything, but he had to kneel on the ground and accept the reward from that person with trepidation.
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"Mingwei." Meiya's face was pressed against Zhong Mingwei's neck. She rubbed it gently. "You should hate him if you can't let it go. Then don't let it go. No one is only happy in their heart. No one is destined to have a smooth life. Mingwei, I won't make things difficult for you. But Mingwei, you can't make things difficult for me." At this point, Meiya's hand slid gently along Zhong Mingwei's slanted lapel, and placed it on Zhong Mingwei's heart through a thin layer of undershirt. "Mingwei, I hope your hatred will become less and less, less today than yesterday, and less tomorrow than today. Mingwei, you should know what I am worried about and what I am afraid of, so... don't make me worry, okay?"
"Okay, I promise you," Zhong Mingwei lowered his head and gently kissed Meiya's smooth forehead, and said, "Girl, don't worry, when I'm with you, I will always be a greedy kid with no ambition and only want to stick to my wife."
"Then I have to follow you all the time," Meiya raised her head, leaned over to kiss the man's lips, and said softly, "Greedy boy, I'll make you some sponge cake later."
"Yeah," Zhong Mingwei's stiff face softened at this moment. He held Mei Ya's face and kissed her closely. "Let's wait until they leave before we cook. Otherwise, they will be snatched up as soon as they come out of the pot. I didn't even get to eat the pancakes I just made."
"Okay, I'll make the sponge cake only for our greedy kid," Mei Ya said with a smile, resting her head on Zhong Mingwei's arm, and looking at the plum blossoms in the vase on the bedside table with him, "Zhong Mingwei, our lives will definitely get better and better."
"Yeah, I think so too," Zhong Mingwei also smiled, stood up and picked a red plum blossom, then inserted it into the girl's hair. He looked at the girl's red face without blinking, and sighed softly, "Girl, you are really too good, but it is because you are too good that I always feel wronged for you, and always... always worry about that bad thing in my heart." At this point, Zhong Mingwei smiled awkwardly, and said, "You said that I am an old man, why can't I always think clearly? I always have to let you, a little girl, coax me? Am I... particularly childish?"
"Zhong Mingwei, you can be childish in my presence," Meiya put her arms around the man's neck and said softly, word by word, "No matter if you are a prince or a prisoner in the eyes of others, you can be a childish ghost in my presence for the rest of your life. Moreover, compared to the deposed prince with deep hatred and deep suffering, or the high and mighty county prince, I really like childish ghosts."
"Really?" Zhong Mingwei couldn't help but raised his eyebrows and smiled, "So how about playing some childish tricks now?"
"What?" Mei Ya looked at Zhong Mingwei with interest.
"Let's see who rolls his eyes first..." the man said slowly as he leaned down.
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Pang Yi and Fang Zuotang did not return until dark. When Zhong Mingwei saw Fang Zuotang coming with them, he knew that there was something else, and he couldn't help feeling annoyed. In fact, he didn't care about being a prince. He just wanted to live a quiet life with his little girl in Ningguta. However, he could not deny that with such a humiliating imperial edict, his and Mei Ya's future lives were really guaranteed. At least they would be much safer than now. According to the ancestral system of the Great Zhou Dynasty, the prince's mansion could have personal soldiers. Although the number could not exceed one hundred, it was enough.
"Prince, the eunuch Bai Rixi's people have handed over some matters to me. I will report them to you one by one," Fang Zuotang sat below Zhong Mingwei and reported to him seriously, "First, regarding Prince An's Mansion, the court and the prefectural government will each contribute half of the money to build it, but it is cold today, so we can't start construction until tomorrow when spring comes."
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