PFC Chapter 224 Being Controlled
Chapter 224 Being Controlled
Gu Mingzhe paused slightly, holding the delicate girl in his arms with a slight pain in his heart. After a long moment, he sighed:
"How many concubines does Your Highness want to keep? I'll count them in the next one, okay?"
Zhong Ning:........
Gu Xiang:........
Du: .......
"You...you...what nonsense are you talking about?" Zhong Ning roared. "You are a young master from an aristocratic family, personally trained by Prime Minister Gu. How dare you lower yourself like this? I am not a good match for you. Let me go!"
Gu Mingzhe's voice was muffled, as if he was feeling aggrieved.
"Your Highness is truly heartless. I have already made my feelings known, yet Your Highness remains unmoved. Do you think Your Highness will believe me only if I die to prove my true feelings?"
Having said that, Gu Mingzhe slightly pushed Zhong Ning away and turned his gaze to his chest. He saw that because he had hugged too tightly and used too much force just now, the wound that had just been bandaged was bleeding again.
Gu Mingzhe looked at the bloodshot and suddenly swung his palm towards it.
A pool of blood suddenly overflowed from the gauze on the chest that was originally bandaged well.
Gu Mingzhe groaned in pain, his eyes misting as he looked at Zhong Ning and whispered, "Is Your Highness satisfied with this?"
"You...you are simply crazy..." Zhong Ning's eyes were filled with horror. He couldn't believe that he dared to threaten death right in front of him.
She frantically searched for the medical kit, but couldn't find it. "Wait here. I'll call the imperial physician to rebandage you!"
After saying this, Zhong Ning wanted to take the opportunity to leave and let the imperial physician treat him. But before he took two steps, he heard a cold voice from behind:
"Your Highness, do you really not want to stay with me? Fine, go ahead. Your Highness wants to leave, and I am powerless to stop you. The imperial physician doesn't need to come either. I don't need him!"
"Without Your Highness, life would be boring."
"I'll just give up my life right here!"
Zhong Ning suddenly turned around and saw that Gu Mingzhe's face was even paler, his eyes were red, and he was staring at him intently.
He looked like, "If you dare to leave, I will die."
Zhong Ning was shocked and couldn't believe it.
I had no choice but to sit back down quietly.
I thought to myself that this male fox really knew how to control himself.
But healing is more important now, so I shouldn't dwell on him too much. I forced a smile and said soothingly, "I won't leave. I'll bandage you myself, okay?
Gu Mingzhe smiled palely: "As long as His Highness is here, everything is fine!"
Zhong Ning was silent for a moment, then shouted sharply, "Come, call the imperial physician!"
After saying this, Zhong Ning was afraid that he might misunderstand, so he continued to explain: "There is no medicine box or gauze here. The imperial physician must come and confirm that you are okay!"
"Well, I will listen to your Highness!"
Zhong Ning:........
Gu Xiang:........
Du: .......
At this moment, Gu Xiang felt extremely complicated.
If he hadn't heard it with his own ears, he really wouldn't have thought that the son he raised with his own hands could actually do this.
In order to get Princess Zhaohua, he not only dared to seriously injure himself with his own hands and threatened to die, but also showed weakness.
Who taught him this method?
what?
He is a son of a prime minister, yet he is willing to be someone's lover. It is really, really...
Ah... Gu Xiang screamed in his heart, and at this moment he just wanted to kill this shameful, love-sick son.
He wanted to blame everything on Princess Zhaohua.
But he was not so shameless. After all, Princess Zhaohua had been refusing from the beginning until now.
Other people may not like their son, but their son relies on them.
Alas...there has never been a moment when I felt so aggrieved...Gu Xiang endured it again and again, but finally couldn't bear it anymore and walked away in anger.
Forget it, forget it. The eldest brother had just experienced life and death and was unwilling to be the pillar of the family anymore, so he didn't force him.
As long as this son lives a healthy and happy life, that's enough.
As for the family heir, isn’t there the second son?
Although he is only twelve years old this year, it is a good time to train him.
Gu Xiang secretly made up his mind that he could still hold on for a few more years and it would not be a problem to train the second son.
As for the eldest brother, didn’t he say that he never liked a career in politics or economics, and only wanted to travel around the mountains and rivers, play the piano and enjoy the moon?
Fulfill him!
He gave up this future himself.
This is the life he chose.
If anyone is to be blamed in the future, it will only be him.
Thinking of this, Prime Minister Gu turned and went to the tent where Emperor Yong was.
Since my son likes Princess Zhaohua, I can't really just make her my favorite.
Today everyone saw Princess Zhaohua enter Gu Mingzhe's tent at his invitation and stay there for a long time. She had to give an explanation to the royal family.
"I, your Majesty, request your permission to marry your eldest son, Gu Mingzhe, to Princess Zhaohua! Your Majesty, please grant me your permission!"
Gu Xiang bowed deeply and prostrated himself on the ground.
Emperor Yong frowned, looking at the unfamiliar things in front of him. Who was Prime Minister Gu just talking about?
Gu Mingzhe, the eldest son of the Gu family?
He wants to be a prince consort?
Emperor Yong remembered that Zhaohua had said in person at the princess's mansion that he did not want concubines, beautiful maids, childhood sweethearts, or cousins.
He thought that Gu Mingzhe had been excluded.
How come Prime Minister Gu came to ask for help in person today?
It was rare for Prime Minister Gu to ask him for help with important matters, and Gu Mingzhe was a rare talent.
He also agreed to this marriage in his heart, but Zhaohua's side...
Emperor Yong was a little hesitant. He felt guilty towards his daughter and wanted to make it up to her. If she was unhappy, he would be the bad guy.
It is not conducive to repairing the relationship between father and daughter.
Gu Xiang seemed to understand Emperor Yong's concerns, and he straightened up and said frankly:
"Right now, Princess Zhaohua is in the Prime Minister's tent. I rashly asked for her help. Your Majesty, please forgive me. It was really that rebellious son who refused to cooperate with taking the medicine. I had no choice but to..."
"You..." Emperor Yong was so angry at Prime Minister Gu's words that he fell backwards.
Your son doesn't take care of himself, so you ask my daughter for help. Does that mean my reputation is no longer important to my daughter?
No wonder this old man suddenly became so polite and kowtowed deeply.
It turned out that he acted first and reported to me later, fearing that he would blame him, so he took the initiative to present gifts and ask for permission to marry his son to a princess!
"Hmph..." Emperor Yong snorted coldly, without commenting, but then he thought that he was the prime minister after all, and it would be bad to humiliate him like this.
What's more, Zhao Hua and Gu Mingzhe were alone in the tent for such a long time, it would not be good to spread the news.
But just issuing an imperial decree to grant him the title of prince consort was too much of an honor to him, so the order had to be extended for two more days.
"This matter concerns Zhaohua's entire life. I need to ask her opinion before proceeding. Prime Minister Gu, please return first!"
Gu Xiang smiled bitterly and just said yes before taking his leave!
After all, he was the one who was at fault in this matter, so I can understand Your Majesty's actions.
...
At this time, in the Prime Minister's tent.
Under the guidance of the imperial physician, Zhong Ning personally bandaged Gu Mingzhe's wound.
His complexion was fair and delicate, with a blood-red patch on his chest. He was half-lying there in a fragile and lingering manner. His eyes were full of affection and he looked so affectionate that it made people want to commit a crime.