"The Emperor's thoughts are the hardest to guess. Who knows what he is up to?" Pang Yi frowned and took a sip of tea. He then looked at Zhong Mingwei and said, "Sir, which prince do you think the Emperor prefers to be the Crown Prince? Prince Rong or Prince Hui?"
"Isn't there a Fourth Prince?" Zhong Mingwei said lightly.
"Why? Master, do you think His Majesty prefers the Fourth Prince?" Pang Yi was stunned. "But the Fourth Prince is only fourteen years old this year. Let alone being crowned a king, the Fourth Prince still needs to study hard every day. He has no foundation in the court, so how could His Majesty favor him?"
"I just said it casually," Zhong Mingwei shook his head. "I just find it a little strange. No matter in the past or now, no matter how much the princes compete with each other, fight overtly or secretly, it has never affected the fourth prince. He has been growing up peacefully. Isn't it strange for a prince to have such a peaceful and even inconspicuous life? Besides, the fourth prince's family background is not bad."
Pang Yi was stunned when he heard this. Then he said, "Perhaps His Majesty never intended the Fourth Prince to be the Crown Prince. The Royal Concubine has always been concerned about Prince Rong. She didn't care about him, so the Fourth Prince became the least threatening prince among all the princes. So the Fourth Prince was able to grow up peacefully?"
"So, I said it. It was just a casual remark," Zhong Mingwei curled his lips and smiled at Pang Yi. While taking a sip of tea, he said lightly, "But I don't care who becomes the crown prince. As long as he doesn't put his hands on my land, it's none of my business. Otherwise, I'll chop off his hands."
Pang Yi looked at Zhong Mingwei's indifferent face. Obviously, there was no expression on his face, but he couldn't help but think of the former Zhong Mingwei, the unshakable and cold-blooded Crown Prince of the Eastern Palace. For a moment, he felt a little uncomfortable, but he could also understand Zhong Mingwei, because once he returned to the capital, he would become vicious and ruthless. Gentleness and tranquility only belonged to Ningguta. For them, the capital has always been a place of dangers and dangers.
"Pang Yi, it's getting late. You should go and accompany Sister An." When the two were thinking about their own things, Mei Ya pushed the door open and pointed at the tray of candied fruits on the small table and said to Pang Yi, "Sister An just drank the pregnancy medicine and is complaining about the bitterness. You should quickly take it over to comfort Sister An."
"Oh! Thank you, ma'am!" Pang Yi immediately ran out hurriedly with the tray.
"Zhong Mingwei, take a look, am I a little different from usual?" Mei Ya walked quickly to Zhong Mingwei, raised her head and looked at him, turning her face around and said smugly, "Did you see it? Did you see it?"
Zhong Mingwei looked at the girl's delicate face, and finally his eyes fell on her chin. The faint scar disappeared, and the white and small chin looked very beautiful, but Zhong Mingwei was a little dazed.
"Why are you so stupid? You haven't figured it out after such a long time?" Mei Ya was the first to lose her patience. She raised her chin towards Zhong Mingwei and said happily, "The makeup that Sister An taught me to mix has covered the scars completely, right? Can't I see it at all? Hehe, I asked Sister An to mix two small boxes for me, and I'll apply it on my face like this from now on!"
"Very good, I can't tell." Zhong Mingwei looked at the girl's happy eyes and smiled, but somehow, he felt a little uncomfortable. He stretched out his hand and pulled the girl into his arms, letting her sit on his lap. While holding her hand, he said, "Don't you dislike makeup?"
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