The Emperor’s Beloved Ugly Girl Chapter 500: Why is it so difficult
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"Pang Yi, don't feel sorry for me," Zhong Mingwei looked at Pang Yi's trembling lips and couldn't help but sigh again, "I'm sorry for An, and I'm sorry for you. At that time, I didn't If she is willing to marry the An family, her sister must have already married the third child at that time. It would be outrageous for me to marry the An family again, but my father wants to use the third child to contain me, the prince of the East Palace, so it is difficult for me to fulfill my sacred destiny. I had no choice but to marry Mrs. An." At this point, Zhong Mingwei paused. He stared blankly at the newly installed window, lost his mind for a while, and then continued after a long while, "She was the last woman to marry into the East Palace, and also The woman I hate the most. I am tired of An Zishang's bickering, and I hate that my father is always wary of me. Naturally, I am also fed up with her, and it didn't take long for me to acquiesce to the Crown Princess and confine her in the backyard. , now that I think about it, she probably just married into the East Palace and was placed under house arrest within a month. She was only sixteen years old at that time. She spent the best years of her daughter's family in the back house, and later even more Because I was not tolerated by the An family, I was forced to come to Ning Guta. I really feel sorry for her, so today, I am very happy that she can find a good home again."
"Master, I..." Pang Yi held Zhong Mingwei's hand tightly and choked, "I..."
He really didn’t know what to say. Am I sorry for you, or am I grateful to you?
It seems that nothing I say is right and I can’t even say it out loud.
"Pang Yi, there are only a few decades in a person's life. If you are lucky enough to meet that person, you must cherish it," Zhong Mingwei said slowly, holding Pang Yi's sweaty hands tightly, " Pang Yi, stay in Ningguta and live a good life, and don't think about returning to the capital in the future." Seeing that Pang Yi had something to say, Zhong Mingwei cut off his words again and said seriously every word, "You are here Only by Ninggu Pagoda can I feel at ease."
Yes, when he returns to the capital, whether he is imprisoned or imprisoned in the sect's mansion, he is destined to never see his little girl again in this life, and he will not even be able to learn about her. But if Pang Yi could stay in Ning Guta, he would feel at ease. He knew that Pang Yi would protect his little girl well, and he would be able to rest in peace even if he died.
"Master..." Pang Yi couldn't bear it anymore and lay on Zhong Mingwei's lap and howled. The sight of a man in his thirties crying was really ugly, and his voice was hoarse, "Master , why is it so difficult? Why is it so difficult for you and your wife...?"
Yes, why is it so difficult?
How many couples who got married blindly spent their lives noisily. Why was it so difficult for him and Meiya?
Zhong Mingwei couldn't figure it out. He had been thinking about it for so many days and still couldn't figure it out. At this time, he didn't want to think about it anymore. He just wanted to arrange everything as much as possible. He wanted to let himself To completely withdraw from Meiya's world, he wanted Meiya to stay in Ningguta, which she loved, and live a good life with her... her future husband and her baby.
As for everything else, he doesn't think about it now, and he doesn't resent it anymore.
In fact, God was lucky enough to allow him to meet Meiya. Although it was only a short year, it was enough for him to remember for the rest of his life, whether it was in the dark and cold Zongren Mansion or on the Huangquan Road. He was completely satisfied.
But why is he so sad?
He sat on the kang, staring blankly at the pink little pillow, feeling like his heart was pricking with needles. While he tremblingly reached out and touched the little pillow, he remembered that incident again. Afternoon——
"Mingwei," that day, after Meiya went out, Gu Changlin came to the bedroom. The old man, who had always been chatty and laughing, but not serious, suddenly became serious. His expression was really a bit scary. He just looked at it. Zhong Mingwei, with his compassionate eyes, sighed softly for a long time, and then looked away, "Have you ever thought about why you are thirty-three years old and don't have a son and a half? I I heard that when you were in the capital, there was no shortage of women in the backyard."