The Emperor’s Beloved Ugly Girl Chapter 842: Does the prince live only for the sake of the emperor
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"Yes, what the prince said is absolutely true," Ling Shi'an said, "Then...do you allow the princess to return to her parents' home?"
"That's not necessary. With the Da'an family staying in the backyard of the palace, naturally An Zishang is willing to work hard," Zhong Mingzheng raised his eyebrows and told Ling Shi'an, "The Cui family and the Zou family have fallen. There are a lot of vacancies in the court, and the results are about to be released in Chunwei. Let An Zishang keep an eye on them and keep more useful talents for me."
The Ministry of Rites shall be fully responsible for matters related to the Spring Festival.
"Yes, I will obey."
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Huijun Prince’s Mansion.
Zhong Ming'e has not left the house for several days. Being alone in the study made Gao Zhiqi anxious. He wanted to write a letter to Liao Chongwu to see Zhong Ming'e, but he was afraid of being noticed. Zhong Ming'e is now It can be said that the days are in dire straits, and nothing can go wrong.
"Your Majesty," Gao Zhiqi pushed the door open with food in hand. He looked at Zhong Ming'e who was sitting on the soft couch reading a book. He still had breakfast on the table that he hadn't touched much. He couldn't help but frowned again. He walked over and put the food on the small table, pleading, "My lord, no matter what, you have to eat. Your bones have always been bad. If you still don't eat or drink like this, I'm afraid you will die again." I'm going to fall ill."
Normally, Gao Zhiqi would never say such overbearing words, but now he couldn't care less. Looking at Zhong Ming'e's increasingly thin cheeks, Gao Zhiqi was about to die of panic. He had promised Liao Chongwu that he would definitely He will take good care of Zhong Ming'e, but now that he is about to break his promise, can he not be anxious?
"Even if I fall ill, who cares?" Zhong Ming'e didn't even raise his head, still looking at the book in his hand, and said slowly, "I am afraid that my father now wishes that I could die, so as not to worry about it. Live and disgrace the royal family."
Princess Huijun gave birth to a strange baby, which has long been a storm in the city. Long Yan was furious. The Zou family and the Cui family fell apart overnight. Princess Huijun and Concubine Shu passed away one after another. It was a sunny day for Zhong Ming'e. Thunderbolt, especially since he had an ominous name on his body. Even when Concubine Shu was buried, his ominous body was not able to take a last look at her.
"Does the prince live for the sake of the emperor?" Gao Zhiqi raised his voice in desperation. He looked at Zhong Ming'e with a look of hatred on his face, "Forgive me for speaking frankly, prince, you You shouldn’t live for the Long Live Lord. What’s more, since the Long Live Lord has now decided to give up on you, you can’t live for the Long Live Lord. Otherwise, how will you, Your Highness, endure in the days to come?”
Yes, since the Long Live Lord has determined that Zhong Ming'e is an unlucky person, I am afraid that he will not change his views on Zhong Ming'e until his death. It is said that Zhong Ming'e will be allowed to take over the East Palace. Maybe one day Lei Lei will be furious. , Zhong Ming'e's head is in a different place.
"Then what am I still living for?" Zhong Ming'e put down the book and looked at Gao Zhiqi blankly. After a while, he looked away again. He looked out the window at the lonely and peaceful courtyard and said softly, "I think I'm sensible. Ever since I was a child, I have known that I live for that dragon chair. Over the years, everything I have done and endured is just to be able to sit on that dragon chair. My mother-in-law said, the Heavenly Family, I was born to fight for the throne. If I can't fight for it, then I will just go back and forth in the world."
"Then what do you think, Your Majesty?" Gao Zhiqi looked at his appearance and couldn't help but sigh. He sat on the soft couch, looked at Zhong Ming'e, and said, "Your Majesty, In my heart, apart from fighting for the throne, is there no other pursuit in this life? Will you be unable to be the emperor in the future, so you will waste this life?"