"That's right. With me here, you don't have to worry about these things," Xiao An said, her eyes fell on the light pink scar on Mei Ya's chin. Mei Ya's scar was originally dark red. Ever since Gu Changlin came to Ningguta, he made ointment for her. She had been obediently applying it, and it had never fallen off for a day. Although the scar was still there, the color was much lighter than before. It was now a light pink. Coupled with Mei Ya's soft and fair skin, it looked like a petal of peach blossom falling on the snow. Xiao An took a look and then said to Mei Ya, "Although the scar is lighter, it is still there. It's hard to prevent people from seeing it, or maybe you met someone you knew from the past. Mei Ya, I'll teach you how to adjust the color of your makeup later. You will definitely be able to cover the scar tightly."
"Really? Thank you so much, Sister An." Mei Ya said with a smile.
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That night.
Xiao An did not go home, but stayed in the Nanshan Villa. She and Mei Ya were fiddling with rouge, powder and other things in the bedroom. Zhong Mingwei and Pang Yi were in the study discussing their journey tomorrow. With the emperor's order on their shoulders and the time to reach the capital, they dared not delay for even a single day.
Zhong Mingwei sat behind the desk, writing with his brush. After a while, he put the brush on the pen holder, then looked up and said to Pang Yi, "Send the letter before we leave tomorrow."
Pang Yi brewed a cup of tea and handed it to Zhong Mingwei, and said in a deep voice: "Sir, you don't trust the Imperial Guards?"
Zhong Mingwei looked at the letter on the table with wet handwriting. This was the letter he had just written to Chi Chongyuan. It was also the first time he had taken the initiative to write a letter to Chi Chongyuan since he was deposed. He took a sip of tea and said in a deep voice, "Pang Yi, I don't trust anyone in the capital."
"That's right, sir," Pang Yi nodded. "Even though Ma Zhiming swears that he is loyal, his loyalty is a little inexplicable. We can just watch from a distance, but who knows who is standing behind him?"
"That's right. We don't have any intention of developing in the capital, so we should just stop talking to the Imperial Guards," Zhong Mingwei said slowly. He took a sip of tea and said in a deep voice, "It's just that I am a little nervous about returning to the capital in a hurry this time. I need some reliable people around me."
Ma Zhiming came in person to pick them up to go to the capital for the funeral. Of course, it was inconvenient for Zhong Mingwei to bring the personal soldiers of the Prince's Mansion with him. Besides, these personal soldiers must not have been in the mansion for long, and they had not yet started training. Zhong Mingwei really had no use for them, so Zhong Mingwei thought of Chi Chongyuan. At this time, he rode as fast as he could to send a letter to southern Xinjiang, asking Chi Chongyuan to pick a hundred or so confidants to go to the capital. Maybe they could reach the capital in a short time. After all, from Ningguta to the capital, there was wind and snow all the way, and the roads were dangerous. Ma Zhiming came here alone on horseback, so he was faster. If he went back, he would have to drive a carriage, which would take at least two months. So Zhong Mingwei calculated the time and sent the letter to southern Xinjiang.
"Just now I heard from Commander Ma that the location of our Anjun Prince's Mansion is a little remote compared to other prince's palaces. This is good. It will be more convenient for us to move when the time comes. We can directly place the brothers who rushed over from southern Xinjiang in the mansion as guards and servants, so as to ensure the safety of Master and Madam," Pang Yi said. He didn't know what he suddenly remembered. Pang Yi frowned and said, "Master, I heard that the capital is not peaceful recently. Prince Rong and Prince Hui are fighting fiercely. After the sudden death of the Imperial Noble Consort, Zhao was The family is in danger, and even Prince Rong is beginning to lose face in front of His Majesty. However, good news is about to come out of Prince Hui's mansion. It is likely that within February, the Princess of Hui will give birth to a baby boy. By then, the position of Prince Hui will be inevitable, and the position of Concubine Shu will also be promoted. Prince Rong is naturally frustrated, and he will probably take the opportunity to fight Prince Hui to the death. But at this time, I have to return to the capital, and I don't know if the fight between these two people will affect me again."
"That depends on what the emperor wants," Zhong Mingwei said calmly, "whether the emperor simply wants me to go to the capital to attend the funeral of the empress dowager."
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