"Mingwei, I...will we be in danger?" Mei Ya nestled in Zhong Mingwei's arms for a long time before she calmed down and hurriedly raised her head to ask Zhong Mingwei.
"No," Zhong Mingwei kissed her forehead and said in a deep voice, "I will tell Pang Yi to summon the brothers from Southern Xinjiang to enter the palace. It just so happens that the Imperial Guards have withdrawn, so they have an excuse to enter the palace."
"Yes, yes, let them in quickly," Mei Ya nodded hurriedly, "After all, Chi Chongyuan has been your confidant for many years. With his people guarding our house, we can feel at ease."
"They are not his people, they are our people," Zhong Mingwei said softly, holding Mei Ya's face, "We have our people guarding our home, so we don't have to be afraid."
"Mingwei, are you going to..." Meiya's eyelashes trembled violently, and her big eyes stared at the man's angular face without blinking, "Are you going to make a comeback?"
"If we are destined to not be able to retreat unscathed, then we should just give it a try," Zhong Mingwei's voice was still so gentle, with a gentle arc at the corner of his mouth, "Zhong Meiya, are you willing to accompany your Mr. Zhong to make a comeback?"
Her timid eyes suddenly became bright, and Meiya smiled: "What good can I get from it?"
"Of course," Zhong Mingwei smiled even more deeply, "If you accompany me to make a comeback, I will make you the mother of the country."
"Okay, it's settled then!" Mei Ya nodded loudly and patted the man's thigh with her little hand. It looked as if it was as simple as buying a string of candied haws.
"Master, when will you enter the palace?" Pang Yi hurried over from the front yard.
The Fourth Prince died and His Majesty fainted. For such a big event, Zhong Mingwei, the eldest prince, had to go. What's more, he was already in the capital.
"I'll be right there," Zhong Mingwei said to the outside, patting Mei Ya's shoulder. "I'll be right back."
"Then...will you meet Prince Rong?" Mei Ya asked worriedly.
"I think so," Zhong Mingwei said thoughtfully, "At this time, he should also be rushing to the palace."
"Then you have to be careful," Meiya became even more worried, "He might not even let his own siblings go, let alone you."
"Don't worry, he won't act so recklessly in front of His Majesty. Besides, the Fourth Prince is gone now. If I, the Prince of An, make any mistakes again, won't everyone suspect Prince Rong?" Zhong Mingwei smiled and tapped Mei Ya's forehead, then turned and walked out. After taking two steps, he turned his head again and smiled at Mei Ya, "Girl, I want to drink red bean porridge tonight. You haven't made red bean porridge for me for a long time."
"Okay, I'll make some red bean porridge and wait for you to come back for dinner," Meiya said hurriedly, adding, "And there are big stuffing buns!"
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Hall of Mental Cultivation.
After hearing the news of the Fourth Prince's death, Zhong Zhiheng had never gotten out of bed. Earlier he was in a coma, and now he was lying there exhausted, staring at the pattern of "Two Dragons Playing with a Pearl" on the bright yellow curtain. No one knew what he was thinking, but he just stared at it intently.
"Your Majesty, have some soup," Concubine Hui sat on the edge of the bed holding a bowl of ginseng and wolfberry chicken soup, looking at Zhong Zhiheng with a worried look on her face, "It's a pity that the Fourth Prince died young, but Your Majesty can't hurt your body because of this. Your Majesty, you have more than just the Fourth Prince, you also have tens of thousands of people in the Great Zhou. Even for the sake of the people of the Great Zhou, you have to take care of your health."
"You can leave first." Zhong Zhiheng waved his hand slightly and said to Concubine Hui. While saying this, he turned his face away, obviously showing that he didn't want to talk more.
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