"No, I can do it myself," Zhong Minge said slowly, calling Gao Zhiqi to stop, still staring at his palm. Just when Gao Zhiqi was anxious to remind him again, Zhong Minge suddenly spoke again, "Xiao Gao, look, I have white hair."
Gao Zhiqi was startled, then he saw clearly what was in Zhong Minge's palm, it was actually a white hair. Gao Zhiqi looked at the shiny white hair and then at Zhong Minge's overly thin face, and felt bad for a moment. He wanted to comfort Zhong Minge, but he couldn't say anything and just stood there respectfully.
"I'm only twenty-six, how come I'm... old?" Zhong Ming'e whispered to the white hair, not knowing whether he was asking Gao Zhiqi or himself.
"Your Highness," Gao Zhiqi finally spoke, "The Emperor is still waiting for you."
"I understand." Zhong Minge said in a deep voice. He threw the white hair on the ground and started combing his hair in front of the mirror.
Gao Zhiqi finally breathed a sigh of relief and hurried to check if there was anything wrong with his court robes and court beads. Then he heard Zhong Minge speak again: "Xiao Gao, when will Liao Chongwu come back?"
"Your Highness, Brother Liao will be able to arrive in the capital the day after tomorrow," said Gao Zhiqi.
A while ago, Zhong Minge ordered Gao Zhiqi to go to the imperial mausoleum and remove Liao Chongwu from the list of guards guarding the imperial mausoleum. However, the empress dowager was about to be buried, and the imperial mausoleum was very busy, so Liao Chongwu could not leave for the time being. He had to wait until the empress dowager was buried before he could arrive. He was afraid of being discovered by others, so he set out two days later than Zhong Minge and the others. So according to the time, Liao Chongwu should be able to arrive in the capital the day after tomorrow.
"Oh," Zhong Ming'e nodded, took the crown and put it on himself, looked at the lifeless man in the mirror, and lowered his eyebrows tiredly, "Then we have to wait another two days."
"Your Highness," Gao Zhiqi came over to help Zhong Minge change his clothes, and whispered, "Brother Liao will definitely never leave you again when he comes back this time, so don't be sad."
Zhong Ming'e looked up at the dazzling sky outside, and closed his eyes again in a hurry: "I'm not sad, I just feel a little tired."
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Imperial study.
When Zhong Ming'e arrived, Zhong Zhiheng was sitting behind the dragon desk reviewing memorials. When he heard Zhao Ruhai come in to report that Zhong Ming'e was here, he didn't look up and continued reviewing the memorials. He just nodded to Zhao Ruhai, and Zhao Ruhai was busy inviting Zhong Ming'e in.
"Your son pays homage to His Majesty, father. May your Majesty live in peace!" Zhong Ming'e walked to the dragon table, knelt on both knees and kowtowed.
Zhong Zhiheng didn't say anything. He kept his head down and looked at the memorial in his hand, slowly turning the pages one by one. Zhong Minge didn't dare to make a sound, let alone look up. He just kept his face pressed to the ground, kneeling so respectfully.
He had always been respectful to Zhong Zhiheng, and Zhong Zhiheng had always been gentle to him. Compared to Zhong Mingwei and Zhong Mingzheng, Zhong Zhiheng was already a kind father to him, so Zhong Minge had always thought that in Zhong Zhiheng's heart, he was different from other princes. This difference supported him, a sickly prince, step by step to the point where he could confront the respected and noble Prince Rong. This difference also inspired Zhong Minge. Who said he couldn't enter the East Palace? But in the end, he still fell from the clouds, and fell so heavily. What he didn't expect was that from beginning to end, the kind father he thought of never reached out to help him, never, and even watched coldly from the side, and forced his mother to death, as well as the Cui family and the Zou family, cutting off all his support and forcing him to be stuck in the mud for the rest of his life.
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