"Then what is the purpose of the Long Live Lord?" Meng Tan frowned, "The Long Live Lord has always been unfriendly to the aristocratic family. Could it be that this is to use the two princes to fight each other and use their strength to attack and weaken How many great families are these?"
"It's possible. But I always feel that the emperor has a deeper plan," Zhong Zhiling said slowly. While looking at the dark night outside the window. He said slowly, "I think the emperor already has a candidate for the crown prince in his heart, but it should not be between Prince Rong and Prince Hui."
"So the emperor is worried that Prince Rong and Prince Hui are deeply rooted. I am afraid that the prince's position will not be stable in the future, so now let them fight so fiercely to weaken each other's strength? Or even... don't care about life and death?" Meng Tan looked surprised , "If this is the case, then the emperor's thoughts are too vicious. It is said that a tiger does not eat a child. Even if he is not the candidate for the crown prince in his heart, he shouldn't be so cold-blooded, right? It is his own flesh and blood!"
"A tiger's poison doesn't eat its offspring? How can such a statement apply to the Tian family? What's more, it's him." Zhong Zhiling curled his lips mockingly. "What will happen to Ming Wei? It's not like you don't know."
"Yes, the emperor has always been cruel." Meng Tan nodded and paused. Then he said, "But if the candidate for the crown prince is determined by the emperor, it is not between King Huijun and Prince Rong. Then who would it be? Besides the young fourth prince, and the dragon son in the womb of Concubine Hui, could it be... Your Majesty Have you identified Concubine Hui's son? But Concubine Hui's son also has blood from the Xu family? Doesn't the emperor hate the Xu family the most?"
"But the Xu family is about to collapse at a glance, so what's the point?" Zhong Zhiling said indifferently, lifting the wine pot and pouring a glass of wine, and then said, "Maybe the emperor has long been looking forward to being able to do so." To get a prince like this, without any background from his mother's family, he can only rely on him to obey him, and he looks... still like her."
"My lord..." Meng Tan looked at Zhong Zhiling's drooping eyebrows, feeling a little sad in his heart.
"Drink." Zhong Zhiling said in a deep voice, while raising his head, he drank the cold wine in the glass in one gulp.
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The eighth day of August in the thirty-three year period of Jiasheng
Nanshan Bieyuan.
Today is a good day for Pang Yi and Xiao An, because Xiao An also has no family, after discussing with Pang Yi, Xiao An lived in Nanshan Bieyuan the night before, and today she married from Nanshan Bieyuan , the right to regard Nanshan Bieyuan as her own natal family.
Meiya woke up early, it was still dark outside, and while bending over to put on her shoes, Meiya said to the man who was still lying in bed: "Get up quickly, don't be lazy again, today It's a good day for Pang Yi and Sister An."
"Yeah, so what do you care about me?" Zhong Mingwei pulled off the quilt suddenly and covered his face, and said depressedly, "I'm getting married, so I'm making you busy, I don't know , I thought it was you who was going to marry your daughter."
What Zhong Mingwei said is the truth, Meiya has been busy with Xiao An's work for the past few days, Xiao An's embroidery work is not very good, and the wedding clothes on her body are still driven out by herself, other clothes can't be helped, Meiya I rushed to make her some skirts and middle clothes. After all, brides can’t wear old clothes to marry. She used to embroider clothes, and fell asleep while embroidering. She used to stay up all night to wash clothes and do things, but since she came to Ninggu Tower, to be exact, she fell asleep with Zhong Mingwei. It became a lot more regular, and after staying up all night suddenly, I couldn't keep my eyes on it anymore, and two faint bruises appeared under my eyes.
"Hey! Are you energetic or boring? Isn't Pang Yi your family? Shouldn't I be making trouble for them?" Meiya put on her shoes, turned around and lay on Zhong Mingwei's body, and lifted the quilt bit by bit. Pulling it down, revealing the man's resentful and aggrieved eyes, Meiya couldn't help laughing at his appearance, leaned over and bit the tip of the man's handsome nose, and said softly, "After today Are you done with your work soon? Are you acting like a baby with me all day long?"
"Who is being coquettish?" The thirty-three-year-old man was so ashamed that he stared at Mei Ya, but he felt that the accusation of being coquettish was confirmed, so he laughed "puchi" at that time , while wrapping her arms around Mei Ya's neck, rubbing the tip of her nose against Mei Ya's nose, and said with a smile, "Since Madam can finish her work today, can Xiaosheng apply for a bridal chamber wedding tonight?"