The Emperor’s Beloved Ugly Girl Chapter 18: Who are you

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A Chou said in a hurry: "Don't open your mouth in a hurry. Wait until I deliver the porridge before you open your mouth again. Your face will feel sore if you stay open for a while."

Zhong Mingwei didn't seem to hear half of it. He still opened his mouth wide and stared at the spoon in A Chou's hand. A Chou was so busy that he scooped up another spoonful of white porridge and blew it quickly. After taking two bites, he hurriedly brought it to Zhong Mingwei.

Soon, a large bowl of white porridge was finished. A Chou was so busy that he took another bowl of porridge. In fact, this bowl belonged to A Chou, but A Chou didn't care about it. Now she just wanted to Let Zhong Mingwei eat his fill. This man has obviously been hungry for a long time and has no signs of eating. A Chou blames himself in his heart. If he had known that he should have cooked food for him last night, he would not have let him be hungry again. It's night.

After eating two bowls of white porridge, Achou put the bowl down, took a handkerchief and wiped Zhong Mingwei's mouth, and asked softly: "Do you still want to eat? There is still more in the pot."

Yes, there is still more in the pot, but there is only half a bowl of white porridge.

Zhong Mingwei shook his head, his eyes that had been staring straight at Bai Porridge now looked at A Chou without blinking.

Ah Chou was made uncomfortable by those dark eyes. She had no experience in getting along with men, not to mention Zhong Mingwei’s peach blossom eyes. Although these eyes were no longer as bright as before, Ah Chou had no experience in getting along with men. Ugly but self-conscious, he was so afraid that he couldn't move his arms and legs for a while.

"Who are you?" After a while, Zhong Mingwei spoke, his voice hoarse, probably because he hadn't spoken for a long time.

"I...I'm Duan Rulan," Ah Chou said in a panic, nervously clutching the handkerchief in her hand. Her heart was about to jump into her throat. She was extremely uneasy. She felt Zhong Mingwei had already seen through her, and she said a little guiltily, "It's just... the Duan who was engaged to you early in the morning... Duan Rulan, the legitimate daughter of the Duan family."

"I have seen Duan's portrait," Zhong Mingwei said lightly, his eyes wandering around A Chou's face, and finally settled on the small dark red scar on A Chou's chin, "If Duan Chenghong's daughter is If you still dare to marry Dong Gong without knowing it after losing your appearance, you are courting death."

The next second, A Chou knelt down in front of the bed with a "pop" sound. Her face was pale and her lips were trembling. She was obviously frightened. She grabbed the edge of the bed with both hands and stumbled to Zhong Mingwei. Said: "Your Majesty... Your Highness, this servant is no no... not Miss Duan. This slave is... Miss Duan's dowry girl. When Miss Duan was... in Tongliao, she... died of a sudden illness. This slave... I had no choice but to marry Ning Guta under the identity of Miss Duan. I beg His Highness the Crown Prince to show mercy! This servant did not intend to deceive His Highness the Crown Prince! Your Highness is aware of this!"

"What kind of prince am I like this?" Zhong Mingwei raised his lips sarcastically, paused, and laughed at himself, "I'm afraid that Miss Duan didn't die of a sudden illness, but she really didn't want to marry me. Did the paralytic kill himself?"

A Chou looked at Zhong Mingwei with a desolate and sarcastic look on his face. She didn’t know what to say for a moment. She bit her lip and whispered for a long time: "Your Highness, you are overthinking it. Miss, she is not unwilling to come. Ning Guta, it's just... It's just that the young lady's body has always been weak. She fell ill as soon as she left the capital. It was not easy to get to Tongliao..."

"Raise your head." Zhong Mingwei suddenly said.