"Yes, Commander Ma just arrived at Ninggu Tower," Pang Yi said. When he said this, Pang Yi's complexion was not very good, and his voice was a little deep. "Ma'am, the Queen Mother has collapsed."
"This... When did this happen?" Meiya's eyes widened immediately.
"The twentieth day of the first month." Pang Yi said. He paused for a moment, and then said, "Long Live Lord asked Commander Ma to pick up Lord and Madam back to Beijing for the funeral."
"How could it be?" Meiya was anxious and confused. "Isn't he the one who annoys Ming Wei the most? He doesn't care about Ming Wei's life or death. Why does he think of Ming Wei at this moment? What did he ask Ming Wei to return to Beijing? How many pairs of eyes are staring at him? If you get into trouble when you leave Ninggu Pagoda, even if you arrive in Beijing safely, when will you be able to come back? Also, did no one trip Ming Wei during his stay in the capital?"
Meiya said that well. Zhong Mingwei was in Ninggu Pagoda, no matter if he was a commoner or a county king, he would not pierce the eyes of the prince and concubine. But if he returns to the capital, he will attend the Empress Dowager's funeral as the eldest son of the emperor. That's different. If Zhong Zhiheng allowed Zhong Mingwei to attend the Empress Dowager's funeral, it would be in front of the whole world. It may not be a good thing for Zhong Mingwei to wipe out all the guilt that was imposed on Zhong Mingwei in the past. Especially Zhong Mingwei, who still wants to stay in Ninggu Pagoda steadily.
"My subordinates are not allowed to think of Lord Long Live," Pang Yi shook his head. He sighed again, "This subordinate only knows that the emperor's fate is difficult, and I am afraid that my wife and I will leave immediately."
Meiya also understood this truth, and her whole heart was in a mess for a while, she didn't say anything, stepped on the stone road, and followed Pang Yi into the main hall one by one.
"This subordinate has seen Madam!" Ma Zhiming watched Meiya come in and bowed hurriedly.
"Commander Ma, you are welcome, please get up," Meiya hurriedly said, walking to sit next to Zhong Mingwei, she frowned and asked Ma Zhiming, "Commander Ma, why does Long Live Lord want Mingwei to come to Beijing with me? According to the Zhou Zu system, the Empress Dowager will stay for a maximum of eighty-eight days, from the capital to the Ninggu Pagoda, I'm afraid I won't be able to keep up with it?"
"Madam Qi, Long Live God has also thought about it, so he specially ordered that the Queen Mother should stop for a hundred days this time." Ma Zhiming said.
"This..." Meiya was stunned immediately. She really didn't expect that Zhong Mingwei's absence would allow Zhong Mingwei to return to the capital, and she couldn't even care about the royal family's ancestral system. She turned to look at Zhong Mingwei, and Zhong Mingwei also happened to look at her. It was a face of silence.
"Please don't worry, Lord and Madam. With the Imperial Forest Army here, they will not be in any danger," Ma Zhiming said, paused, and then added in a deep voice, "No matter who or where the danger comes from, The Imperial Forest Army will always stand in front of the Lord and Madam."
What does this mean, everyone present knows in their hearts.
"Long Live Lord, did King Pingxi return to Beijing for the funeral?" Zhong Mingwei asked suddenly.
"Master Qi, Mobei is initially settled. I am afraid that King Pingxi will not be able to leave, and the wedding between King Pingxi and Princess Turkic will be imminent, so he will not be able to return to Beijing," Ma Zhiming said. After the Turkic princess gets married, when the couple return to Beijing, they can go to the imperial mausoleum to worship."
"What? King Pingxi is going to get married?" Zhong Mingwei froze suddenly, as if he was more surprised than hearing Zhong Zhiheng order him to return to Beijing, "Why is he going to get married all of a sudden? Didn't he say before that he would never marry for life? "