The absurd conversation inside was clear. Dou Jing was anxious to go in, but was stopped by Xiao Zhao: "Aunt, give them some time."
Dou Jing had no choice but to continue to endure.
In the ward, Ming Wei glanced at the door several times, guessing that Xiao Zhao and the others would not come. Then she looked at Mu Tingzhou who was still kneeling on the ground. Ming Wei calmed down for a few seconds and said tentatively: "You, you get up first."
Mu Tingzhou obeyed the order. Because his clothes were "in disarray", he consciously walked around to the other side of the bed, then knelt down with his hands on his knees. After sitting down, the man raised his head, looked at Mingwei inconspicuously, and said solemnly: "The princess is wearing strange clothes. Could it be that she woke up from a dream and ended up here for some reason?"
Ming Wei's face was filled with black lines.
Fortunately, she knew about Mu Tingzhou's situation in advance. Rubbing her hands, Ming Wei pointed to the sofa next to her and said, "Come and sit here." Otherwise, seeing the cold and arrogant actor kneeling there like an idiot, she would feel embarrassed and couldn't help laughing.
Mu Tingzhou was embarrassed: "My appearance is not elegant, I dare not offend the princess." He was barefoot, how could he let the princess see him.
Mingwei is not familiar with Mu Tingzhou, but she knows the Taifu in the play. To be honest, Mu Tingzhou and Taifu have some similarities, both are cold, the difference is that Mu Tingzhou is cold and arrogant, while Taifu is cold and majestic. Then, because of the different background of the times, Mu Tingzhou is a little casual, while Taifu shoulders the heavy responsibility of the country, and is very serious, without the leisure to joke or ridicule others.
"You haven't... recovered yet. Since you don't want to sit, just lie back on the bed first to prevent your condition from getting worse." Ming Wei advised again, and then sat on the sofa, her body and expression gradually relaxing.
"I obey your order." Being in a foreign place, Mu Tingzhou did not dare to indulge himself. He returned to the bed and covered his body below the waist with the quilt.
Ming Wei lowered her head, thinking about how to start. She couldn't admit that Mu Tingzhou was the Grand Tutor, because that would strengthen Mu Tingzhou's obsession. But if she told Mu Tingzhou that he was sick, it would definitely arouse Mu Tingzhou's resistance. Oh, if she had known this would happen, she should have taken psychology courses during college.
She was silently worried, and Mu Tingzhou was also full of worries. Judging from the princess's behavior, it seemed that she had accepted everything here? Those people tried their best to turn him into another person, and he was determined to prevent them from succeeding. However, the princess was young and ignorant of the world, and was too easily deceived and manipulated.
"Has the princess met anyone else? Where is the emperor?" Mu Tingzhou asked first.
Ming Wei was stunned for a second, and said subconsciously: "He is..."
As soon as she opened her mouth, Ming Wei immediately realized that something was wrong. She was tacitly acknowledging the presence of the Grand Tutor and the Emperor. No, she had to take the initiative in the conversation.
"Do you believe me?" Mingwei asked guiltily.
"Of course I believe the princess." Seeing her cautiousness, Mu Tingzhou smiled. The late emperor entrusted the emperor and the princess to him, so the princess was not only a princess, but also a junior he had to take care of. Mu Tingzhou would not be too harsh on his own people.
Accustomed to Mu Tingzhou's cold face, Mingwei suddenly saw him smile, warm as spring breeze, gentle and caring, she was in a trance for a while before coming back to her senses. With such lethality, no wonder so many female fans were vying to call him husband. When they knew that Mu Tingzhou had a car accident, they cried more sadly than the relatives of the Mu family.
"Since you trust me, could you please listen to me patiently?" Mingwei said seriously, with the same solemn spirit as when she defended her graduation thesis.
Mu Tingzhou raised his eyebrows and extended his hand, saying, "Princess, please speak."
Ming Wei then spoke word by word, starting from her first encounter with Mu Tingzhou in the restaurant, all the way to their separation in the recording studio a few days ago, and finally concluded with great regret: "Mr. Mu, I sympathize with your situation, but everyone is very worried about you, your parents, Xiao Zhao, and the thousands of fans out there. If you believe me, can you please cooperate with the psychologist's treatment and return to normal life as soon as possible?"
Mu Tingzhou curled his lips and leaned back, less respectful than a subject and more like an elder who knew everything. He looked at Mingwei with a gentle gaze, but beneath the gentleness was a revelation: "Princess, if I believed what you just said, then I would not be a subject, and the princess would not be a princess. In this case, I should not have believed you in the first place. What is the difference between you and those people outside? In other words, only if you are a princess, will I be able to get along with you calmly, trust you and respect you."
Mingwei widened her eyes in surprise.
Mu Tingzhou smiled and turned his gaze to the window. From his position, he could see some tall buildings, like mirages. "Princess, you are still young. There are all kinds of strange things in this world. I have heard that the Miao people produce strange poisons. One of them will cause hallucinations when taken, as if you have become another person, living a life of drunkenness and dreams. I still don't know why you and I are in this situation, and I don't know how those people coaxed you into accepting their words, but rest assured, princess, no matter when and where, I will do my best to protect you."
There is confidence in the corners of his eyes and eyebrows, which is the pride of Mu Tingzhou.
Mingwei suddenly understood that the amnesiac Mu Tingzhou had changed his identity to that of a royal tutor, but his personality was still that of Mu Tingzhou himself.
Mingwei really wanted to help, but given Mu Tingzhou's situation, there was really nothing she could do.
"Mr. Mu, have a good rest. I'm leaving first." Ming Wei stood up and for the first time since she came in, she clearly addressed Mu Tingzhou, which was also a way of emphasizing her status. She was Ming Wei, and he was the movie star Mu Tingzhou. Mu Tingzhou didn't believe it and refused to accept psychological treatment. She felt sorry, but she had no obligation to play the game of tutor and princess with him. Of course, if Mu Tingzhou compromised in the end, she was willing to cooperate appropriately.
Mu Tingzhou understood her implication and left the bedside. He said in a deep voice, "Where are you going, Princess?"
She wanted to persuade him to accept the fake identity, and he also wanted to help her regain her memory and continue to be the Princess of the Ming Dynasty.
"I'm not a princess, I'm just an ordinary person, Mingwei. I can't do anything about Mr. Mu's illness, so I have to go home now." Mingwei said politely.
"I will accompany the princess." Mu Tingzhou jumped up, not caring about his disheveled clothes.
Mingwei's head ached. This time, Xiao Zhao and the other two finally came in. Dou Jing covered her mouth and cried, looking at her amnesiac son with tears in her eyes: "Tingzhou, wake up, you and Mingwei are both modern people, there is no such thing as a master or a princess, those are all fake, they are all TV drama plots, haven't you read the script?"
Mu Tingzhou sneered in his heart. Words could be false, but what was written in black and white must be true? Would the princess like him, an elder, and would he be obsessed with the little princess whom he regarded as a junior? This kind of "plot" could only be made up. I'm afraid it was deliberately intended to sow discord between him, the emperor, and the princess, and cause chaos in the Ming Dynasty.
But Mu Tingzhou would not refute it again.
"Madam, do you really treat me as your son?" Mu Tingzhou asked Dou Jing expressionlessly.
What are you talking about
Dou Jing felt so sad that she nodded while crying: "Your father and I gave birth to you. Who else should I treat as my son if not you?"
Mu Tingzhou looked at Mingwei and said coldly: "Then let me go, otherwise I will never consider recognizing you as my mother in this life..."
"Say that again!" Mu Chong got angry and raised his hand to hit his son.
Ming Wei was so frightened that she trembled and could not help but move closer to Xiao Zhao. Dou Jing pushed her husband away, cried and stood in front of her son, glaring at Mu Chong: "Tingzhou has forgotten everything, why are you so angry with him?"
Mu Chong looked at his wife and children, both of whom felt distressed, and turned away helplessly.
Ming Wei was an outsider after all, so it was not easy for her to express her opinions in front of several well-known people. Xiao Zhao did not have so many concerns, and asked Mu Tingzhou with a sullen face: "Master Taifu, threatening a mother who is anxious to recognize her son, is this your way of dealing with people?"
Mu Tingzhou touched the place on his arm where the needle had been inserted, his eyebrows and eyes were indifferent: "It was you who imprisoned me here first."
Xiao Zhao's eyebrows twitched with anger. Even the "confinement" had come out. He really wanted to know how Mu Tingzhou would feel when he regained his memory and thought about this period in the future.
"Stop talking. It's our fault. Mom will take you home tonight." Compared with the sadness of mother and son not being able to recognize each other, Dou Jing felt more distressed about her son. Since the doctors couldn't cure her son's amnesia, it would be better to go home first. Perhaps returning to a familiar environment would be more conducive to her son's recovery. "Lao Mu, go and complete the discharge procedures."
Mu Chong went there obediently.
Dou Jing wiped away her tears, walked to Mingwei, and tried to smile to her son, "Tingzhou, Mingwei has her own home. Now there are a group of reporters outside guarding you. If they knew that you treated Mingwei like a princess, or took pictures of you and Mingwei going home, it wouldn't have much impact on you, but Mingwei would be implicated and cause a lot of inconvenience, such as being followed and photographed when she goes out. So you should go back to your own homes first, and see each other again in the future if there is a chance, right?"
Noticing that Mu Tingzhou had been looking at her, Ming Wei nodded slightly and said self-deprecatingly to liven up the atmosphere: "Mr. Mu, you have tens of millions of female fans. If they knew about this, they would definitely criticize me. I can't stand it."
As evidence, Xiao Zhao used his mobile phone to open Mu Tingzhou's Weibo homepage and showed Mu Tingzhou the number of his fans and comments. "You really treat Mingwei like a princess. You should consider her."
Mu Tingzhou vaguely understood that if he were to get too close to the princess in the Ming Dynasty, it would also attract rumors.
"Where does the princess live? Where are you going to arrange for me to live?" After giving up the trip, Mu Tingzhou raised two key questions.
"I live in Jingshan Community." Mingwei said to Xiao Zhao.
Xiao Zhao opened the map and entered the address of Jingshan Community and Mu Tingzhou's villa. The two locations were 20 minutes away by car. Ming Wei took a peek and found that Mu Tingzhou was returning home from the recording studio and was indeed on her way.
"I'm going to go over there and take a look first." Mu Tingzhou was worried unless he saw the princess's residence with his own eyes.
"Sure, but you can only enter the community, not go upstairs." Xiao Zhao put forward the conditions.
Mu Tingzhou accepted it reluctantly.
Xiao Zhao then said to Ming Wei, who was unable to get a word in: "You go back first. I'll call you when we get to the community. You can show up on the balcony."
Mingwei felt relieved. She politely said goodbye to Dou Jing and the other two and left without any reluctance. She didn't notice that Mu Tingzhou pursed his thin lips behind her.
Shortly after Mingwei left, Mu Chong completed the discharge procedures. The couple, together with Xiao Zhao, worked hard to break through the siege of reporters and fans and successfully escorted Mu Tingzhou into Xiao Zhao's car.
Xiao Zhao drove the car and looked at Mu Tingzhou through the rearview mirror: "So many reporters and fans, were they arranged by us?"
Mu Tingzhou looked out the window and turned a deaf ear to nothing.
Dou Jing signaled Xiao Zhao with her eyes to drive safely, and she patiently introduced everything on the roadside to her son.
Mu Tingzhou silently absorbed various information.
In the passenger seat, Mu Chong turned on his phone and immediately received various messages. Dou Jing saw her son staring at her husband's phone, so she immediately took out hers and taught her son how to use common communication tools. In front, Xiao Zhao took out Mu Tingzhou's phone that had survived the disaster and returned it to its original owner, "Fingerprint unlock, press and hold the home button with your thumb."
With the help of Dou Jing, Mu Tingzhou learned the "unlocking" skill.
He clicked on the various software icons on the screen in order. In the album, he saw a few photos of a family of three, and the rest were mostly landscapes. Mu Tingzhou was calm and continued to scroll down. Soon he came to the address book. Almost all the names were marked with occupations, such as director and screenwriter. Except for a few relatives, Xiao Zhao was one of the few people without any notes.
I looked from top to bottom and from bottom to top twice, and there was no "Ming Wei" or "Princess".
"Tingzhou, this is the neighborhood where Mingwei lives." Dou Jing reminded softly.
Mu Tingzhou raised his head and looked out the window.
In the front driver's seat, Xiao Zhao raised his phone and called Ming Wei: "We're here."
Xiao Zhao hung up after saying just one sentence, but Mu Tingzhou stared at his phone for several seconds before continuing to look outside at the fifth floor of the building.
There was a figure on the balcony. She was standing too high and small, but it was indeed her.
"Are you relieved?" Xiao Zhao turned around and asked.
Mu Tingzhou pursed his lips and said nothing.
Xiao Zhao stopped arguing with him, drove out of the community and headed straight for the villa where Mu Tingzhou lived.
After arriving at the villa, Mu Tingzhou stayed in the room alone, standing in front of the bookshelf and reading books until dark.
Six or seven o'clock in the evening is just dinner time for people in big cities, and there are various entertainments after dinner. But for the ancient "Taifu", dark means sleep. At least, the princess should live such a regular life.
Picking up the phone on the table, Mu Tingzhou sent a WeChat message to Xiao Zhao: I want the princess’ contact information.
In the room on the second floor, Xiao Zhao was at a loss whether to laugh or cry. After thinking for a while, he sent Ming Wei's cell phone number and WeChat ID back.