Regarding this secret, Meng Yuan only knew some general outlines in the intermittent narration of Emperor Ming on the night he was urgently summoned to the palace.
The former Princess Xuan's maiden name was Su Mei. She was the top entertainer of the most famous brothel in the capital more than twenty years ago, the top pleasure woman of Shenyu Tower. Because of her beauty and talent, she was admired by countless men all over the world.
By utter chance, Su Mei fell in love at first sight with Emperor Ming, who was still a prince at the time, and the two privately agreed to settle together for life. However, Emperor Ming finally established the daughter of the prime minister as the crown princess for the sake of the crown prince.
The crown princess did not agree with Emperor Ming's marriage to Su Mei, not even for her to take the title of concubine. Su Mei was also a fierce and arrogant woman. In a fit of rage, she broke with Emperor Ming completely, intending to commit suicide, but was rescued by Xuan Wang Meng Langqing, who had been secretly caring about her.
Meng Langqing was also infatuated with Su Mei and took good care of her. Su Mei was grateful for Meng Langqing's kindness and finally agreed to marry him as his wife. Soon after, her pregnancy became obvious.
But even Emperor Ming didn't expect that the son born by Su Mei and Meng Langqing after their marriage was actually his own flesh and blood! If Su Mei hadn't confessed to him seven years ago before he died in depression, maybe he would have been kept in the dark for the rest of his life.
It turned out that there was such a story between Emperor Ming, the former King Xuan, and the former Princess Xuan. Zhao Ling couldn't help but sigh that the world was a strange and impermanent place. The proverbial saying that good fortune made people couldn't be more true.
To make Emperor Ming and the former King Xuan, two such outstanding men, never forget her, presumably this former Princess Xuan must be a strange woman.
It was just that in this whole thing, the most innocent person was Meng Yuan. As Lou Xinyue said, Meng Yuan's identity had always been a stain on the Xuan Wangfu's name. For the Dasheng royal family, he was also a disgraceful existence.
For seven years, Emperor Ming has covered up this incident without any leak or omission, indicating that he did not intend to recognize Meng Yuan as his son. If Emperor Ming hadn't mistakenly thought that he was seriously ill and would die soon, he probably wouldn't have easily told him this secret.
It was just that this so-called prince status brought Meng Yuan extremely embarrassing and even dangerous situations.
Seeing his brows slightly wrinkled and his face pale and haggard, Zhao Ling felt a burst of sadness. With a secret sigh, she let Meng Yuan lay on her lap. According to the method of pinching acupoints that Situ Gong had told her before, he massaged his legs one after another to relieve some of the pain in his body, but the pain in his heart lingered.
How could she comfort and relieve him of this pain?
"A-Yuan, I see that King Luo seems to be targeting you everywhere. Did he also know that you are a prince?" Zhao Ling guessed.
Meng Yuan narrowed his eyes slightly, resting his head on Zhao Ling's legs, enjoying the right massage from her comfortably. Hearing this, he just nodded casually and said indifferently, "It is very possible that when we were returning to Sheijing last time, the assassins we encountered along the way were also sent by him."
He had never felt so comfortable laying down. He couldn't help but secretly sighed inwardly. Why didn't he think of this way of laying before?
He never cared about what the eyes of the world were seeing, but only cared about what Zhao Ling thought of him. When Lou Xinyue revealed his life just now, he would be so out of control because he was worried that Zhao Ling would dislike him after he found out.
If Zhao Ling treated him the same, no matter how unbearable his birth was, no matter how shameful his existence was to the Xuan Palace, so what?
With that said, this Meng Tianluo was really a dangerous person. Zhao Ling thought, frowning slightly. However, he was so impatient that he planned to assassinate them on their way back to Sheijing.
Under Zhao Ling's massage, Meng Yuan felt that the pain in his leg was much better. He looked at Zhao Ling's beautiful face tenderly, with a contented smile on his face.
Ling'er didn't blame him for hiding these days, she didn't dislike his embarrassing past life experience, and she didn't misunderstand his relationship with Lou Xinyue. She was so kind and beautiful, intelligent, generous, reasonable, and considerate. He was so grateful to meet her.
Meng Yuan turned around and hugged Zhao Ling's slender waist tightly, and swore to himself that from that moment onward, in his Meng Yuan's life, he could not want anything, but only Ling'er. He would never let go no matter what. Even if there were dangers around him, even if his leg ailment could no longer be cured, he wouldn't let Ling'er leave.
Because without Ling'er's company, he didn't know what he would be like now. Maybe he should think about marrying Ling'er as soon as possible.
Zhao Ling felt a little funny when he hugged him like this. This guy always looked innocent and harmless in front of him, but looking at his attitude towards Lou Xinyue just now, even she felt a tinge of his ruthlessness.
She smoothed out a few strands of his loose black hair, and found that this guy's hair was smoother than her own. Could it be that Xuan Wangfu's air shampoo or whatever, was particularly good?
"By the way, why didn't Changdong come with you?" Zhao Ling asked. Chang Dong, the personal bodyguard, had always been at Meng Yuan's side.
"Lou Xinyue's letter said that this king can only come alone." Meng Yuan said sullenly with his face buried on Zhao Ling laps.
In fact, after receiving the letter from Lou Xinyue and seeing the words that she had Zhao Ling in her hands, he immediately left the palace of Xuanwang and rushed here all the way.. Changdong and Situ Gong might not know what happened to him.