After the failed attempt to pretend to be dead, the sickly child was favored by the treacherous mini

Xie Nanxing said in a deep voice: "So after all of Xia Ling's forces were cut off, he had no other choice but to pretend to be stupid and satisfy all of Xia Hongde's expectations."

"Then he plotted against me, does the emperor know?"

"Your Majesty doesn't need to know." Shen Jinmo thought for a moment, and chose to lay the whole situation in front of Xie Nanxing more nakedly:

"He stood on the top of the Ten Thousand Blades. The entire Luoan and even the whole world were just chess pieces in his hands."

"He doesn't care what each chess piece thinks, he just wants each chess piece to stay where it should be and do what it should do."

"For example, he doesn't need to know in advance what Xia Ling is planning against you today. He just needs to know that Xia Ling is determined to hurt you in order to alienate us."

"As for when to do this, he will only give the order to Li Yuan, or rather, he should be called Sui Er."

Xie Nanxing frowned and asked, "So Xia Ling's risky attempt today was a chess piece's way of saving itself?"

"Yes." Shen Jinmo thought Xie Nanxing's earlobe was cute, so he took a bite and then let go.

After loosening it, he saw the teeth marks left behind in the candlelight, and every trace of his expression revealed heartache.

She gently rubbed her lips and coaxed her softly with words: "Be good, it doesn't hurt."

Numbness spread from the earlobes to the limbs. Xie Nanxing trembled slightly in Shen Jinmo's arms. Her hand fell on Shen Jinmo's chest uncontrollably, leaving a string of clear nail marks.

He raised his hand and pounded Shen Jinmo's chest. Fearing that Shen Jinmo would make trouble again, he directly covered Shen Jinmo's mouth: "Then what does the emperor want by doing this?"

The tip of the tongue slashed across Xie Nanxing's palm, startling Xie Nanxing like a frightened bird, and he quickly withdrew his hand.

Their eyes met, and there was a soft and shallow smile in Shen Jinmo's eyes, without the desire that Xie Nanxing was familiar with.

With his heart at ease, Xie Nanxing pressed on Shen Jinmo's shoulders again and played with Shen Jinmo's hair.

"Ever since I returned to Luoan, he has been enjoying the freedom of power."

"He dares to do this because there is me in this world who can bear all the stigma he has had and will have in the future."

"When everything is over, he only needs to kill me to give an explanation to the people of the world. The history books and the people of the world in the future will only think that he was a man who did not know people well. It is valuable that he returned to the right path after losing his way."

Xie Nanxing felt a sour feeling in his heart, and even breathing was a little uncomfortable: "Shen Jinmo, we are going to become white-haired old men together, do you know that?"

"I know." Shen Jinmo hugged Xie Nanxing tighter: "Xie Nanxing, I promised you that I would live, I won't break my promise."

The carriage of Prince Xiaoyao's Mansion that came out of the palace gate did not go directly to Prince Xiaoyao's Mansion, but turned and headed towards Duke Dingguo's Mansion which was closer to the palace gate.

Xia Che leaned against the wall of the carriage farthest from Chen Luo, holding the carriage arm tightly with both hands, and closed his eyes, not daring to look at Chen Luo who was sitting in the carriage.

His patience had already exceeded its limit. Even though he had no martial arts skills, Xia Che still managed to break countless tiny wood chips out of the hard walls of the carriage.

If you look closely, you will find that the gaps between Xia Che's nails have been dyed red.

Not long ago, Chen Luo took Xia Che's pulse. The love potion Xia Che was given was called "Spring Night".

There is no antidote, but if the person taking Chinese medicine has a strong will, there is a chance to hold on.

But even if he managed to hold on, he would not live past thirty due to damage to his heart, lungs and meridians.

The taste of blood in Xia Che's mouth began to become strong, and the blood that he didn't have time to swallow flowed down the corners of his mouth.

The carriage stopped at the gate of Duke Dingguo's mansion. Xia Che suddenly opened his eyes. His scarlet pupils seemed to have been washed by blood, revealing his obvious desire.

The more he restrained himself, the more unbearable he became, the more ferocious he became. Xia Che's voice became gentler at this moment: "A Luo, can you go back to the Duke's Mansion tonight?"

"The country and the people are on your shoulders, Your Highness must cure this medicine." Chen Luo did not rush to approach, and repeated the truth in a soft voice: "If I am not here, will Your Highness go to find another woman?"

"No." Xia Che shook his head firmly, and said in a hoarse voice, "A Luo, I won't ask anyone else, I can solve it myself."

"A Luo, I beg you to get off the carriage now, okay?"

Chen Luo would have agreed to this soft request any time in the past.

But this time, Chen Luo won’t.

She stood up from her seat and pretended to get off the carriage. The moment Xia Che lowered his guard, Chen Luo suddenly came up to Xia Che and bit his Adam's apple.

My hands are shaking.

His face turned red.

Chen Luo buried herself in Xia Che's arms and hugged Xia Che tightly: "Your Highness, Luo is willing."

Chen Luo wants to give birth to a child for Xia Che.

A child who could tie them both down.

A child that Xia Che would no longer think about all the time.

A child who could make them lose everything, but also give them the chance to regain it all.

The plot in the storybook began to jump in Chen Luo's mind. Chen Luo leaned against Xia Che's out-of-control heart, one hand fell on Xia Che's belt, and the awkward words of temptation came out of Chen Luo's mouth.

"Your Highness must tie up A'Luo, then A'Luo will allow Your Highness to deal with her."

Xia Che is crazy, completely crazy.

Half of his rationality was devoured by "Spring Night", and the other half was defeated by Chen Luo's obsession.

The two men wrapped Chen Luo in a cloak and suddenly arrived, startling everyone in the Duke Dingguo's mansion.

Qin, who had stayed at home today due to illness and had not attended the banquet, hurried out of the main courtyard when she heard the noise.

Seeing Xia Che's embarrassed appearance at the moment and the two people hugging each other tightly, Qin immediately ordered the door of the mansion to be closed and immediately arranged for people to make all preparations for the embroidery building.

The two of them entered the embroidery building together, and all the maids and old women retreated outside the courtyard gate. The moment the courtyard gate was closed, the beast in Xia Che's heart completely broke free from its cage.

The fierce and passionate kiss was full of awkwardness and anxiety, and it knocked their lips until they bled.

But now neither of them can care about the slight pain.

Chen Luo locked her legs tightly around Xia Che's waist, and Xia Che understood and lifted Chen Luo up by the waist.

From the mansion gate to the courtyard gate, from the courtyard gate to the bedroom.

From the moon passing over the willow branches to the first rays of morning light.

From whimpering in pain to no response.

Finally, when the sun was past its zenith, Xia Che completely resolved the "Spring Breeze".

The bed had already been ruined beyond recognition, but what was even more miserable than the bed was Chen Luo.

From the rosy lips to the tender white feet, there is not a single piece of good skin or flesh to be found.

Even though she was tortured to the point of unconsciousness several times, Chen Luo still had a smile on her face.

It was a smile of contentment and desperation.

The scenes that happened last night and the information received in recent days began to be pieced together in Xia Che's mind.

The bed bell rang, and the confidant arranged by Qin immediately cleaned up the mess in the room. However, when the maid saw the bloodstains on the bed, a strange look began to appear on her face.

But no one said a word. They just cleaned up the room and left the embroidery building.

Seeing the reactions of these people, Xia Che carried Chen Luo directly into the hot spring, carefully cleaned the mess on Chen Luo's body, bandaged the wound, and then took the furry fox skin to wrap Chen Luo carefully.

After steadily returning to the room, Xia Che hugged Chen Luo and got into bed.

The sleeping position changed from lying flat at the beginning, to gently holding Chen Luo in his arms, and finally to hugging each other tightly.

The heart that had been empty for years became full at this moment.

It turns out that being braver and more willful is not necessarily a dead end.

"Your Highness, it hurts."

Hearing a groan of pain, Xia Che quickly loosened his grip, looked at Chen Luo, who was frowning in his arms, and smiled.

A tender kiss fell on Chen Luo's brow, and his hoarse voice was full of deep affection: "A Luo is so silly."