Yes, he was finally free. He, like a kite, had always longed for freedom, longed for a stable and comfortable home for him and Liao Chongwu, but he could never fly away from this imperial city, because his kite string was always firmly held in the hands of others. His mother, the Cui family, the Zou family, and his father, all held the kite string tightly. He dared not and could not struggle, and just let them pull the kite string and hang it halfway in the air, posing a posture that satisfied them. He was not tired, not that he did not feel exhausted, but what could he do? He was a son, he was a subject, this was a fact that he could never change.
Now, the kite string finally broke, even in an unexpected and even unacceptable humiliating way, but the kite string that had been tying him up for a long time finally broke, and he could finally run to the free sky he had always imagined...
Together with his beloved Liao Chongwu.
Therefore, no matter how humiliating it was, no matter how guilty he felt towards his father and mother, he was still happy from the bottom of his heart.
"Ming'e," Liao Chongwu said softly, through the dark green curtain, word by word was gently delivered into Zhong Ming'e's ears, "From now on, your kite string will be in my hand, and my kite string will be in your hand, okay?"
"Okay," after a while, a hoarse laugh came from the sedan chair, "Liao Chongwu, let's not let go."
"Yes, we will hold on to each other tightly until we die." Liao Chongwu said softly. When he said this, the eyes of the thirty-year-old man were slightly moist.
"Brother Liao," Gao Zhiqi rode over and rode side by side with Liao Chongwu. He looked at the left front with complicated eyes and whispered to Liao Chongwu, "Do you really want to give those things to Prince An?"
"Of course we have to send him off," Liao Chongwu also looked in the direction of Prince An's mansion and squinted his eyes as he said, "Someone has to deal with Prince Rong."
"But..." Gao Zhiqi gritted his teeth, frowned for a long time and whispered, "How could His Majesty appoint a disabled person as the crown prince? Moreover, Prince An had a bad record in the past and had been imprisoned in the clan house? And with Prince Rong and the Fourth Prince being good people around, how could it not be Prince An's turn? This is really unbelievable."
"In the past, His Majesty would never make Prince An the Crown Prince, but now I'm afraid that may not be the case," Liao Chongwu said slowly, paused, turned to look at Gao Zhiqi, who had a question mark on his face, and patted Gao Zhiqi's shoulder while smiling, "It won't be long before you know."
…
Outside the city.
Shili Pavilion.
Prince Rong Zhong Mingzheng had been waiting at the Shili Pavilion for quite a while. A sumptuous table of food and wine was set up inside the pavilion. Zhong Mingzheng sat on a stone bench, tapping the wine cup with chopsticks in one hand and humming, "I was watching the mountain scenery from the tower, and heard a commotion outside the city. The flags were waving in the air, and it turned out to be the soldiers sent by Sima..."
"Your Highness, Prince Hui's convoy is coming." Ling Shi'an bowed and said to Zhong Mingzheng.
"Really?" Hearing this, Zhong Mingzheng put down his chopsticks, stood up and looked down the mountain. Sure enough, he saw a group of people slowly coming this way, and the one leading them was Zhong Minge's personal guard Gao Zhiqi. Zhong Mingzheng raised his eyebrows and said to Ling Shian, "Since they are here, why don't you invite them up?"
"Yes, I obey your command." Ling Shi'an immediately ran down the mountain quickly.
Zhong Mingzheng looked down at Ling Shi'an as he walked to the front of the convoy and said something to Gao Zhiqi. Gao Zhiqi then raised his hand and asked everyone to stop. Gao Zhiqi then dismounted and walked to the front of the sedan chair. He bowed and reported to the people inside through the sedan chair, then stepped forward and lifted the curtain of the sedan chair. Zhong Ming'e came out of the sedan chair, crouched over, looked up the mountain, and followed Ling Shi'an up the mountain. Gao Zhiqi wanted to follow him up the mountain, but Zhong Ming'e waved his hand gently. Then Gao Zhiqi stopped and stood where he was. Then, Zhong Ming'e followed Ling Shi'an up the mountain.
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