Imperial study.
Zhong Zhiheng had been standing in front of the window for a while. He had been fidgeting since the morning court session and when Ma Zhiming reported that Prince An and his wife had entered the capital today. After Zhao Ruhai came to report that Prince An and his wife had gotten off the carriage at the palace gate, Zhong Zhiheng began to stand in front of the window. He looked out the window anxiously through the corner of the open window, and then he became less anxious. Gradually, his anxious heart calmed down, and he just silently looked at the towering palace city under the rising sun.
How long had it been since he had quietly looked at this magnificent palace? He couldn't even remember, it seemed like he had never really looked at it properly. Even though he was born and raised here, and had spent most of his life here, this was his home. But at this moment, he looked at the red walls and yellow tiles outside, the flying dragon with golden scales and armor on the eaves that seemed to be about to soar into the clouds, and the row of guards in silver armor and holding steel knives in front of the hall. Somehow, he felt indescribably tired.
Once, in order to become the master of this palace, he developed a heart of stone, disregarding the love between father and son, and brothers. Later, in order to secure this position, his heart became even colder and harder. In his eyes, where is the husband and wife and father and son? He didn't think he was wrong, because in this palace, there has never been true love. Doesn't even the person next to him plot against him? Doesn't even his mother ignore him? So no matter how vicious and cruel he is, it is understandable. What's more, he doesn't want to be understood. He is the emperor. Whoever he wants to give birth to can give birth, and whoever he wants to die can die...
But he also had times when he regretted.
He stared out the window in a daze until the child's face gradually appeared on the stairs, and the same eyebrows and eyes as hers gradually appeared. Zhong Zhiheng immediately took a deep breath. He stared, looking straight at Zhong Mingwei who was limping up the stairs. His eyes fell on Zhong Mingwei's limping leg, and the hands in his sleeves suddenly clenched into fists. He felt his eyes were full of moisture. He hurriedly turned his head and wiped his face. When he turned around again, there was a girl of about seventeen or eighteen years old beside Zhong Mingwei. She reached out to support Zhong Mingwei, and said something, but they both laughed, so frankly and clearly. Then the girl helped Zhong Mingwei up the stairs one step at a time. Then, Zhao Ruhai went out to greet him. Then Zhong Zhiheng hurriedly turned around and walked back. When he passed the portrait on the wall, he stopped, reached out to take down the portrait of the girl, gently rolled it up, and put it behind the screen.
"Your Majesty, Prince An and his wife have arrived." Zhao Ruhai came in, lifting the curtain and reported respectfully.
"Announce." Zhong Zhiheng said. When he said this, he had already sat behind the dragon table and had returned to being the high and mighty emperor.
"Yes." Zhao Ruhai bowed and hurriedly retreated.
"Youth and I are here to see you, Father. May you live in peace!" Zhong Mingwei brought Meiya into the imperial study, and walked to the dragon table. He knelt down with Meiya, and said respectfully while kowtowing, "Youth was ignorant in the past and did many wrong things that made you angry. I feel remorseful every time I think about it. I thought I would never have the chance to apologize to you again in this life. I never expected that you would be so magnanimous and allow me to return to the capital. I am deeply grateful and implore you to punish me."
"Alright, stand up," Zhong Zhiheng looked at the two people kneeling side by side below him and said in a deep voice, "You are now the first-rank An Jun Wang, remember your status, and there is no need to mention the past. Please take a seat."
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