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Xie Nanxing walked to the window, pushed it open, and stood with his back to the window.

Looking out the window, you can see the people crawling in front of the palace gate to beg for mercy.

Pointing in the direction of the palace gate, Xie Nanxing said, "Compared to you, these common people are powerless, and that's not an exaggeration."

"And these ordinary people are kneeling in front of the palace gate to seek justice for the late emperor and the crown prince, and also to ask for a wise ruler for their descendants."

Turning around and sitting in front of the window, Xie Nanxing's bright eyes were filled with tenderness as he looked at the ten people in front of him: "And what you all do in the future is also to leave behind a wise ruler for the Great Xia Dynasty who can bless future generations."

"And this matter will certainly lead to death."

Xie Nanxing's words were not sharp. If you listened carefully, they didn't sound like orders, but more like he was asking for their opinions.

These secret guards standing in front of Xie Nanxing have been in the Qiling Army for several years, and all they hear are the cold orders from their respective leaders and the price that comes after failure.

Death, for them, is a matter of sooner or later.

But their death today seems to be no longer the same as the death of their companions in the past.

They died for the people, for their loved ones, and for future generations.

They who were living and fighting in darkness seemed to be stained with light at this moment.

The decision was made very quickly, and everyone knelt in front of Xie Nanxing: "Subordinates, I will not refuse even if I die."

Standing up from his seat, Xie Nanxing helped these secret guards up one by one.

Xie Nanxing, who looked thinner than ordinary people, stood in front of these people, but no one dared to look down on him.

The aura around him was filled with solemnity, and Xie Nanxing bowed deeply to the ten people in front of him.

"Thank you for your generosity on behalf of the people, the country, the late emperor and the crown prince, and Shen Jinmo."

"And today, Xie can only choose two of you to complete this great task."

Looking at the ten people in front of him with determined eyes, Xie Nanxing's eyes were filled with tears: "What do you want?"

When this question was asked, confusion flashed in these people's eyes.

They never knew that they could ask for anything.

The thin woman walked out of the queue and looked up at Xie Nanxing: "Master, I hope that no one will ever walk in darkness every day again."

"I also hope that in the future, everyone can live in this world as themselves."

"My last hope is that after I die, I can have my own grave in a sunny and high place."

She wanted to touch the sunshine that she could not touch during her lifetime and the bustle that she could not see while she was alive after she died.

These people who have been in the darkness for a long time desire light more than anyone else.

Xie Nanxing, who was accompanying Shen Jinmo, immediately empathized with this desire.

Because Shen Jinmo's desire for light turned into his unconditional love for Xie Nanxing.

"I, Xie Nanxing, hereby promise you that every member of the Qiling Army will walk on the great road when victory comes, and every one of you who dies for the light will have a name and be respected by future generations."

After Xie Nanxing made this promise, the ten people standing in front of him straightened their backs.

Xie Nanxing carefully considered the figures of these people and finally picked out two of them.

The other eight people left. Xie Nanxing turned around and sat at the table. He spread out the rice paper and called the two people over:

"I will write your names myself, and I will build your graves together with Lord Shen."

Seeing that the two seemed hesitant, Xie Nanxing looked up at them and said judo: "You can give yourself a new name that you like."

Everyone living in the Qi Ling Army has become a symbol rather than a living person.

"Li Pingan."

"Zhou Shunli."

Using all his writing skills, Xie Nanxing wrote down the name that contained hope, and the tears in his eyes wet the rice paper.

Because these two people have no chance to fulfill their wishes.

Xie Nanxing called out: "Li Ping'an, Zhou Shunli."

They both knelt on the ground, tears welling in their eyes: "Your subordinates are here."

"From today on, you will undergo a one-month training. When the training is over, you will become the shadows of Xia Che and Chen Luo. You will use your life to exchange for the lives of Xia Che and Chen Luo."

"I, your subordinate, will not fail in your mission."

The two secret guards left the dark room. Xie Nanxing still sat by the window, looking at the backs of those people kneeling under the scorching sun.

Lu Bai retracted his gaze and said, "Master, we only need two people, why do you have to prepare ten people?"

"If they don't want to do this, there might be trouble under pressure, so I have to prepare a few more options."

"The casualties will only get heavier in the future. I hope they know what they are fighting for, and I also need them to tell their companions what they are fighting for."

"The Qiling Army is too rigid. Rigidity can easily break. I want them to be both rigid and flexible."

But it was too difficult for Shen Jinmo to do such a thing.

Because Shen Jinmo has experienced more darkness than all the Qiling Army.

He no longer has the ability to warm anyone.

Golden Palace

Xia Hong sat on the dragon throne and looked at the ministers below. Each one was more annoying than the other.

Ever since Xia Che and Chen Luo were thrown into jail, the morning court sessions these days have been constantly revolving around whether Xia Che is innocent.

The situation in the court gradually changed from Xia Chedang being beheaded to Xia Chedang being innocent.

What made Xia Hong even more angry was that the eldest princess Xia Xin knelt at the palace gate every day regardless of wind or rain, causing all the people in Luoan to take turns to gather at the palace gate and kneel with Xia Xin.

If Xia Hong had not checked and found that these people were not instructed by Xia Xin, Xia Hong would have punished Xia Xin as well.

Shen Jinmo walked past the kneeling courtiers and bowed to the front of the palace: "Your Majesty, I have made sure that there are no problems with all the searches after entering Prince Xiaoyao's mansion that day. Those rebellious words and speeches were all found under Prince Xiaoyao's bed."

Shen Jinmo, a general of the second rank in the Imperial Guard, was originally not qualified to sit in the court and participate in government affairs. The fact that he was called in today showed how anxious Xia Hong was at the moment.

The source of this anxiety is the increasingly strong feeling of being out of control.

The value of calling Shen Jinmo over is that if anything uncontrollable happens, Shen Jinmo will take the blame.

Shen Jun walked past the crowd and knelt under the Golden Palace, saying loudly: "Your Majesty, I beg you to produce the evidence of the crime that day. King Xiaoyao is the legitimate son of the previous emperor. If you want to execute him, you should also find out all the causes and consequences."

Duke Chen, who had never expressed his views in the court since the incident, knelt down today and said, "If Prince Xiaoyao had the ability to rebel, he would not have put such a head-losing thing under his bed. I beg the emperor to re-investigate this case."

The Marquis Zhongqin, who rarely attended court, limped to the front of the palace and said, "I heard that after Prince Xiaoyao came out of the East Palace, he stayed in the Duke Dingguo's mansion for one night. It is still unknown whether those things were framed by someone."