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"Really? Pearl, I never thought you would be so nice to me. I'll tell the old lady right now. Maybe I can even be your sister. That's great."

The smile on Zhenzhu's face froze. When she took a look at her now more beautiful appearance, her face darkened instantly.

"Just pretend I didn't say anything and be your maid. It was me who didn't think enough about it, humph!"

Meng Jiao was afraid that she would not be disgusted, so she waved at her.

"No, why are you running away? Let me be your master again. At worst, you can be my concubine. Hey hey hey!"

When Mingzhu was out of sight, Mengjiao casually touched the hair beside her ears and felt that she had performed really well.

"Bah, brain-dead!"

On the side of the rockery, Zhongli Weiran sat in a wheelchair, in an excellent position, listening to the conversation between the two with his eyes closed.

Fang Ziyan beside him bowed and spoke respectfully.

"My Lord, do you want me to warn them?"

Zhongli Weiran's dark eyes made it impossible to tell what he was thinking. He waved his hand to reject Fang Ziyan's proposal, and his voice was a little gloomy and hoarse.

"Go back."

The slender fingers brushed the wheelchair armrests one by one, white and translucent, with hardly any blood in sight.

He couldn't figure out whether the girl was joking or not, but he was suddenly in a bad mood and wanted to ask her to take back those disturbing words.

Halfway through the journey, Zhongli Weiran, who had been keeping his eyes closed to calm himself, opened his eyes. His thick eyelashes fluttered, and his eyes were like stars.

"What is brain damage?"

Fang Ziyan scratched his head.

"I don't know..."

...

As Qingming Festival approached, the whole Duke's Mansion seemed to be busy. Meng Jiao also prepared many flavors of green dumplings, saving some for Erniu and presenting the rest to the old lady for a reward.

Maybe because there are so many people in the mansion recently, Zhongli Weiran is afraid of being contaminated by unclean things, so he hasn't left his Changsheng Garden for a long time.

Meng Jiao was not in a hurry, she had already made a plan, whether it was the old lady or the Duke's wife, although on the surface they did not seem to be close to Zhongli Weiran, in their hearts they loved him more than anyone else,

His good health these days is all thanks to his spiritual spring water. In the next few days, if it rains during the Qingming Festival, won’t the chance for me to go to him come?

In Changsheng Garden, Zhongli Weiran once again crumpled up the rice paper on the table, his lips were pale, his brows were a little irritated,

I can't draw it, it doesn't have any charm, and the smile is too fake.

Another piece of paper was laid out again, and the ball of paper was pushed to the corner of the table and fell to the ground, spreading slightly among the pile of paper balls.

On it was a smiling face of a woman, who else could it be but Meng Jiao?

The pear blossoms fell, the Qingming Festival arrived, and the drizzle was like silk, gently falling on the blue bricks and black tiles of the Duke's Mansion.

The ancestral hall was filled with incense. As the legitimate son of the Duke's Mansion, Zhongli Weiran not only had to follow the Duke in chanting with candles, but also had to pay tribute to the memory after the clan members had paid their respects.

Meng Jiao had been in the mansion for more than a month, and this was the first time she saw him stand up straight.

He was tall, but his clothes looked even thinner. He knelt on the cushions in the ancestral hall with his back straight, as if everything around him was floating, ethereal and vague.

The old lady stood outside the ancestral hall distressed, fearing that Zhongli Weiran might make a mistake. After thinking for a while, she told Meng Jiao,

"Meng Jiao, go make some more cakes that the prince likes."

Although the old lady didn't know her grandson's real intention to go to her yard, she knew that he loved the cakes made by Meng Jiao, so she suddenly thought of it and hurriedly ordered,

Meng Jiao pulled out a food box from behind her back like a magic trick, and said to the old lady while holding an umbrella,

"I've prepared it a long time ago, knowing you'd be distressed."

The old lady felt relieved when she looked at the food box. The clever girl was the best at taking care of people and also the best at guessing other people's thoughts.

Seeing that my grandson's health is getting worse, he will have to return to the manor to recuperate in a few days.

She wanted to arrange for this child to be with her grandson, but she didn't know whether he would still be unwilling to be served by a woman.

After the ceremony, Zhongli Weiran followed the Duke into the study, while Yan supported the old lady and returned to the main hall with the other female relatives.

Meng Jiao held an umbrella and, following the old lady's orders, waited in front of the study room for the people inside.

I thought that the old lady might have finally realized her special feelings for Zhongli Weiran and wanted to test him.

In the study, Zhongli Weiran sat back in the wheelchair, covering his face with a handkerchief and coughing non-stop. The Duke frowned and did not speak for a long time.

The father and son were speechless. Zhongli Yongshan knew part of his son's extraordinaryness. After all, he was on duty at the court, and the emperor's regards for him far exceeded what an ordinary heir to a noble title should receive.

But ever since he was born, everyone in the family loved him as much as they were afraid to get close to him.

When he was young, he felt sorry for him lying in bed alone, so he found a lantern that other children liked and gave it to him to keep him company.

But that small lantern almost cost him his life. At that time, everyone in the mansion realized that he was as fragile as a piece of paper. Even if he was emotionally excited and breathing heavily, he might lose his life in the next moment.

The doctor said that he would not live past the age of nine. He searched for a cure everywhere, but in the end, the emperor died.

Considering that the Zhongli family had been loyal to the country for generations, they gave the only snow lotus in the entire Yufeng Kingdom as a gift, so that the child could go out and meet people.

But looking at the current situation, I'm afraid that the medicinal properties of the snow lotus will soon disappear.

"Father, why do you look at me like this? Just tell me what you want to say."

What Zhongli Weiran hated most was this kind of sympathetic look. Even though they were family and the ones who brought him into this world, he was really fed up with it.

Even if he didn't have a healthy body, he still lived up to the reputation of the Duke's Mansion. Why did he have to look at him with a pitiful look and remind himself again and again that he didn't have much time left?

Zhongli Yongshan turned his back, not looking at him, and spoke with a determined heart.

"Wei Ran, please leave a descendant for the Duke's Mansion."

Zhongli Weiran's pupils suddenly dilated, and his mind was filled with a myriad of thoughts. His hand under his sleeve almost pinched into his palm.

After thinking for a long time, his face became calm again.

"No need. Before I die, I will report to the emperor and ask him to give the throne to my second brother. Father, please rest assured."

Originally Zhongli Jingyong, the old Duke who had won the first-class merit, had designated Zhongli Weiran as the crown prince since he was born, and petitioned the late emperor.

First, to eliminate the late emperor's intention to suppress the noble family, and second, to leave a guarantee for the sick grandson.

Zhongli Yongshan turned around, looking embarrassed. He didn't want to be the bad guy. He also hoped that his son would be safe and happy.

But if the Zhongli family, which has been a century-old family, were to be cut off in Wei Ran's lifetime,

Then he would be cursed by his clan members pointing at his coffin after his death.

If we want to blame someone, we can only blame that no one expected that the disease would get better and worse.

"There is no need to mention this matter any more. Since your second brother has chosen to take the imperial examination, he will no longer inherit the position of the crown prince.

I'll give you one month. If you can't choose someone you like within that month, your father will have to make the decision for you."

After he finished speaking, he turned around and left without leaving any room for others.