"You dare not show your teeth?" Zhong Zhiheng said coldly, "When you smothered the little prince to death, did you think so in your heart? Did you also think that you would never dare to show your teeth to me?!"
"I have nothing to do with the death of the little prince! I would never do such a vicious thing! I just went to Changchun Palace to visit the little prince. At that time... at that time, Concubine Hui was tired and was taking a nap. I did not disturb Concubine Hui's nap. I just took a quick look at the little prince and came back. It was only later in the Yanxi Palace that I heard the bad news of the little prince's death, Your Majesty. The death of the little prince has nothing to do with me!" Zhao's face was full of panic. While holding the hem of Zhong Zhiheng's dragon robe, she kept defending herself, "Your Majesty. How dare I attack the prince! What's more, the little prince is less than a month old, how could I attack a swaddled baby! Although I may not be a good person, I will definitely not do such a vicious thing. Your Majesty, please understand!"
"If you had said this to me before you framed Ming Wei, I would have believed you a little, but this is not the first time you have attacked my prince." Zhong Zhiheng said coldly. He threw the handkerchief in his hand on the small table and said, "You dared to attack the son of the emperor and empress, not to mention the prince born to a rough maid. You must have been planning to kill him for a long time, right?"
"How can the deposed crown prince be compared to the little prince? The little prince is deeply loved by His Majesty, and as his concubine, I naturally love him very much," Zhao explained hurriedly. "The deposed crown prince, a prince with an unknown origin, is naturally very different from the little prince. His Majesty has been concerned about the reputation of the Xu family and that immoral bitch for many years, so it is difficult for him to take action. I am only doing this to help His Majesty vent his anger...ah!"
“Bang!”
Before Zhao could finish her words, a slap was slapped hard on her face. With a scream, she collapsed to the ground like mud.
"I never knew that you were so considerate. You knew I wanted to catch Ming Wei's weakness, so you eagerly lent me a helping hand. You are truly a virtuous wife who is second to none," Zhong Zhiheng curled his lips coldly, slowly wiped the blood on his hands with a handkerchief, and coldly looked at Zhao who was crawling on the ground, and then said, "But Xin'er, you may have forgotten that since the first day you entered the palace, the Queen Mother taught you that the harem should not interfere in government affairs, otherwise you will die."
"Your Majesty, I have always done this for you. I have always done this for you..." Zhao struggled to crawl towards Zhong Zhiheng. Half of her face was swollen and two of her teeth were knocked out. Her voice was very unclear at this time. She stretched out her trembling hands to grab Zhong Zhiheng's boots and coughed up a large pool of blood. After a long pause, she continued, "For so many years, I have always cared about Your Majesty. No matter what I did, it was all for Your Majesty. Your Majesty, I will be yours in life and your ghost in death..."
Zhong Zhiheng lowered his head, looking at the trembling, blood-stained hands that were grasping his hem, and at the faint scar at the base of the palm. For a moment, he felt a little sad.
It was this pair of fair and slender hands that had dressed him, combed his hair, washed his hands, and cooked for him. But how could a noble lady from the Zhao family know how to cook? So the first time Zhao cooked, she had a scar on her hand. Zhong Zhiheng didn't think about whether the sixteen-year-old girl understood the schemes or whether she was playing a trick on him. He was really distressed at the time. Not only did he order Zhao not to go to the kitchen from then on, he also turned over Zhao's sign for a whole month.
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