"Isn't this what I saw?" Zhong Ming'e said with a smile, looking at Zhong Mingrong's height, and sighed, "Mingrong has grown so tall. I remember that he was only up to my shoulders before, but now he is almost catching up with me."
"Hehe, it will take another two years to catch up with my second brother. I'm still a little short now," Zhong Mingrong said, standing on tiptoe to compare his height with Zhong Minge, and then said mischievously, "But I've grown fast in the past two years. Father said I grow too fast. I have to change my clothes and shoes every few months. My feet grow fast too. Father said I'm too wasteful on clothes and shoes, and he complained that the palace has spent too much in the past two years."
"Mingrong is already fourteen years old this year, and it's the time for him to grow taller. Father must be very happy when he says this," Zhong Ming'e said with a smile, and casually said, "Mingrong just said that he came to accompany father?"
"Yes," Zhong Mingrong sighed and said to Zhong Minge while looking at the bright windows of the imperial study on the high platform, "Since the Queen Mother passed away, Father has been in a bad mood. As a son, I can't share his worries. I'm afraid to disturb him during the day, so I come every night to chat with him and play chess. Even if I can only make him happy for a while, as a son, I'm satisfied."
"Yes, father is a filial son, so naturally his sons are also filial sons. You have done very well," Zhong Ming'e patted Zhong Mingrong's shoulder with a smile, and said, "Go up quickly. Father will be happy to see you coming."
"Yes, I'll go up first," Zhong Mingrong smiled at Zhong Minge with narrowed eyes, bowed to Zhong Minge, and just as he was about to go up the stairs, Zhong Mingrong suddenly stopped and called out to Zhong Minge, who was about to turn around, "Second brother!"
"Mingrong, is there anything else?" Zhong Ming'e asked.
"Second brother, the death of the Princess and Consort Shu was really sudden. Please be patient and take care of yourself," Zhong Mingrong walked in front of Zhong Minge and spoke every word seriously, frowning and looking at Zhong Minge, "I see that you have lost a lot of weight, and I am very worried."
"I know. I'm fine. You don't need to worry." Zhong Ming'e was startled, then he curled his lips slightly, rubbed Zhong Mingrong's head, and said with a smile, "Hurry up and go up. It will be too late. I'm afraid that the emperor will go to bed."
"No, father is waiting for me to play chess! Second brother, I'm leaving now!" Zhong Mingrong laughed, then turned around and trotted up the stairs. The personal guard behind him hurriedly followed him, holding a large food box in his hand. It seemed that they would go into the imperial study in a while. Zhong Mingrong would have to accompany Zhong Zhiheng for a midnight snack.
Zhong Ming'e stared at Zhong Mingrong's brisk back for a long time before turning around and walking out.
"Your Highness, isn't His Majesty too kind to the Fourth Prince?" Gao Zhiqi whispered when they were alone. When he said this, there was inevitably a hint of complaint in his tone. "Your Highness stood outside the Imperial Study for so long, and His Majesty didn't even see him. However, the Fourth Prince can come to the Imperial Study every day to play chess with His Majesty and to eat with His Majesty. His Majesty is a bit partial."
"How can they be the same? Mingrong is at the age when he is lovable. He is a young man with red lips and white teeth. I like him even if he is my father," Zhong Minge sighed and said with some self-mockery, "How is he like me? He is nearly thirty years old, but he is muddle-headed and has accomplished nothing. What's more, he is an ominous person."
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