"I know, everything will be fine if I follow you, but, but I'm just scared..." Meiya was about to cry. She was both scared and frustrated, "Zhong Mingwei, am I... am I really useless? I've been preparing for so long. Why am I still... still so embarrassed?"
"Girl, look at me." Zhong Mingwei held Meiya's cheek. He asked her to look at him, and the man looked straight at the girl, his eyes full of tenderness. "Girl, you are no longer a rough maid in the laundry department. You are my wife, Zhong Mingwei. So no matter where you go or who you meet, don't be afraid, because I am always behind you."
"Yes, what do I have to be afraid of? Don't I have a big backer like you behind me? Enough for me to rely on for the rest of my life." Mei Ya suddenly wasn't so scared anymore. She curled her lips slightly at the man. With a smile, she said, "Hey, big backer, are you enough for me to rely on for the rest of my life?"
"Don't even mention one lifetime. Three lifetimes is no problem. My mountain is stable, just waiting for you to lean on it." The big backer smiled and leaned over to kiss the girl's rosy lips.
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Imperial study.
Zhong Mingwei and Mei Ya walked up the stairs side by side, a total of thirty-nine steps. Zhong Mingwei was fine at the beginning, but it was inevitable that he had difficulty walking later. He tried hard not to limp too much, and when he was struggling with his legs, his arm was held by a white hand. Zhong Mingwei was startled, and then he heard Mei Ya whisper: "I'll support you."
The slightly frowned brows suddenly relaxed. Zhong Mingwei turned his head to glance at Meiya and couldn't help but curl his lips and smile. He didn't say anything and let Meiya support him as he walked up the steps one by one. He watched the majestic and solemn palace appear in his sight little by little. He remembered that the last time he saw himself standing here was on New Year's Eve of the 32nd year of Jiasheng. At that time, he was still the respected prince, and the girl beside him was still a rough maid who lived in fear in the Yanx Palace.
Now, after two years and four months, he returned to the gate of the palace again. He felt that he should be excited, angry, or uneasy, but when he stood here at this moment, his heart was as calm as an ancient well without ripples. Perhaps it was because time had passed and his mood was no longer the same as before, or perhaps it was because he had an extra reassurance by his side.
"Mingwei, does your knee hurt?" When Zhong Mingwei was lost in thought, he heard his reassurance pill ask in a low voice.
"It doesn't hurt." Zhong Mingwei turned his head and saw his Ding Xinwan looking at her with a worried look. He smiled and gently patted Ding Xinwan's arm, saying softly, "You still don't trust Mr. Gu's medical skills."
"That's true." Ding Xin Wan couldn't help but laugh when he heard that, then he let go of the hand that had been supporting Zhong Mingwei, and whispered, "Should we go in directly, or do we have to wait for them to let us in?"
"This old servant greets the Prince! He greets the Princess! I wish the Prince and the Princess good health!" Before Zhong Mingwei could answer, he saw Zhao Ruhai coming out to greet them. Zhao Ruhai could not hide his joy. He walked quickly out of the hall, walked in front of Zhong Mingwei and Mei Ya, and then bowed.
"Please stand up, eunuch," Zhong Mingwei said, while reaching out to help Zhao Ruhai up. He looked at Zhao Ruhai's wrinkled face, then pursed his lips and said, "Eunuch, I hope you are well."
"Thank you, Prince," Zhao Ruhai nodded hurriedly, glancing at Mei Ya for a moment, then hurriedly turned back and said respectfully to the two of them, "Prince, Princess, His Majesty is waiting for you inside."
Zhong Mingwei and Mei Ya did not dare to delay and followed Zhao Ruhai into the imperial study.
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