"Okay, add more jasmine flowers," Zhong Mingwei smiled immediately. He held Mei Ya's palm-sized face and looked at the girl's smiling eyes. Somehow, his eyes began to sour. When he spoke again, his voice was a little choked, "Girl, is it because... I am not your biological child, so your father has always hated me so much, wishing that I would have no descendants, wishing that... I would die without a burial place? So from the beginning to the end, in your father's eyes, I have never been... not his son, but an enemy, a puppet, a donkey that can be killed without any worries after being unloaded?"
"Mingwei, I don't know if you are His Majesty's biological son, but I know that this has never been your fault, nor is it the fault of the Queen Zhenxian. In fact, whose fault it is, we all know in our hearts," Meiya looked at Zhong Mingwei without blinking. Looking at the man's tearful peach blossom eyes, she felt distressed. "Mingwei, I don't care about the past, but from now on no one is allowed to hurt you. Whoever dares to hurt you..." Having said this, Meiya paused. She leaned over, her forehead against the man's forehead, her nose against the man's nose, and she spoke every word very seriously. "Mingwei, you must make him pay the price. I don't care about benevolence, righteousness, courtesy, and filial piety, and I am not afraid of carrying a bad reputation. I just don't want you to endure the grievances blindly. Mingwei, you are my...my man. When you are sad, you don't know how much my heart hurts..."
The tearful peach blossom eyes looked at the same tearful big eyes without blinking. Meiya was right, they were becoming more and more alike, not only in their features, their hearts were also becoming more and more alike, more and more connected. Even if he said nothing, she could understand his intentions, know his forbearance, and even more sympathize with his suffering.
Zhong Mingwei didn't say anything. He just stared into the girl's eyes, looking at his reflection reflected in her pupils. He was so absorbed in watching her that he knew the girl blinked gently. Fine tears appeared on her thick eyelashes. The next second, Zhong Mingwei held the girl's face and kissed her.
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Qin Mansion.
study.
"Is Prince An's Mansion really guarded by the Imperial Guards?" Qin Lu asked hurriedly when he saw the guards rushing back from outside.
"My lord, the Prince An's mansion is guarded by the Imperial Guards inside and outside," the guard said with a bad face, "and the Prince An and his wife rarely go out. They finally went out today, but the person they met turned out to be Kong Wenmin from the Imperial Guards. So I didn't have the chance to contact the Prince An and his wife, let alone pass on a message to you. Please forgive me, sir."
As the guard spoke, he took out a letter from his bosom and handed it to Qin Lu, then bowed and stepped back, standing there bowed respectfully, as if waiting for Qin Lu's decision.
"Ah!" After a long silence, Qin Lu suddenly sighed and tore the letter on the table into pieces. "Why is it so difficult?"
Qin Lu sighed endlessly, his face full of wrinkles and wrinkles, and his face was full of sorrow. He tore the letter into pieces, then waved to the guard rudely, saying, "Alright, you can leave now."
"Yes, I'll take my leave." The guard bowed and left hurriedly.
"Master, what happened?" Madam Qin, who had been waiting for news in the bedroom, came over when she saw Qin Lu coming back. As soon as she opened the door of the study, she saw Qin Lu sitting in front of the desk in a daze, with a pile of torn papers in front of him. Madam Qin was startled, and immediately understood what was going on. Her face turned pale for a moment, and when she spoke again, her voice trembled, "Master, Prince An... doesn't want to see us?"
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