Retracting his gaze, Meng Jinhong stared ahead, his face was easy-going like a hidden wise man.

"Why don't you want to marry a royal person, don't want your future husband to have three wives and four concubines in the future, and sit alone in the empty room until dawn every night."

"Speaking of which, it's just an excuse that Miss Yan doesn't have deep feelings for you and doesn't trust you enough."

"If she truly loves you, she should trust you and know that you are a man who keeps his promises and is steadfast in her love."

"You will give everything you have to make her prosperous for a lifetime, and protect her for the rest of her life, and there will be no third person between you."

"She left you and chose to marry someone else not long after, which is enough to prove that what I said is not wrong."

The door was suddenly opened by Zhang Da, and a cold wind poured in, blowing the curtain at the door, interrupting Meng Jinhong's words.

Zhang Da quickly closed the door, and when he saw that the two were talking, he consciously walked to the side and sat down without disturbing the two.

Meng Jinhong glanced at Zhang Da and continued to turn on the persuasion mode.

"Ninth brother, the world says that everything should be forward. It's been so long since you and Miss Yan happened, you should also look forward. ”

"You should believe that in the future, there will be such a person, whether you are a king or a prince, or just an ordinary merchant and ordinary person, who will truly love you without hesitation, work hard for you and share your worries."

"Just like your imperial sister fell in love with me, a poor talent who had nothing, and I fell in love with your imperial sister regardless of the difference between worldly dignity and inferiority."

Han Tingjun's eyes seemed to fluctuate, but he still didn't say anything.

Meng Jinhong knew that he had listened to what he had just said.

Meng Jinhong understood even more that there was no need to repeat those words, and it was enough to say them once.

All that remains is for him to come to his senses.

If he wants to open it, untie the knot in his heart, and the matter of succeeding to the throne and picking up the burden will be solved.

If he can't think about it himself and gets into a dead end, it makes no sense for others to say more.

Meng Jinhong was not in a hurry, did not urge again, and comfortably picked up the teacup and leisurely tasted tea.

Suddenly there was a child's crying in the inner room, his eyes flashed, Meng Jinhong put down the teacup, got up and entered the inner room, and closed the door again.

On the bed, Han Mingxiu sat up with a sleepy face, hugged the little man next to him into his arms, and gently coaxed him while patting the little man's back.

"Good, Ling'er doesn't cry, my mother is here."

Han Mingxiu and Han Tingjun are siblings of the same mother.

Her appearance followed her mother, the concubine, and the concubine.

is not the kind of woman who makes people feel amazing at first glance, but she is born with gentle eyebrows and is very attractive.

Especially those eyes, the eyes are exceptionally clear and gentle, as if they contain sparkling waves.

With a slight ripple, it affected Meng Jinhong's countless soft intestines.

Meng Jinhong walked quickly to the bedside.

"What's wrong with Ling'er?"

"It's okay, it should be a dream, just coax it."

Han Mingxiu raised his head and smiled at Meng Jinhong.

"What are you talking about with Tingjun?"

"I was in a daze just now, as if I heard you persuading him to let go of Miss Yan and let him look forward."

Sitting down next to the edge of the bed, Meng Jinhong comfortingly touched his daughter's little head exposed, his eyes were full of love belonging to his father.

"Well, persuade him a few words. After so many years, it's really time for him to let go. ”

"And now that the situation between the DPRK and China is grim, it's time for him to let go of his knots and pick up the burden that belongs to him."