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

He lifted Xie Nanxing's chin with one hand: "Mr. Xie, let me kiss you, and I will tell you."

Xie Nanxing's lips were almost stretched to her ears. She knelt on the thick blanket and rubbed Shen Jinmo's lips: "Master Shen, please have a taste. Are the sweet potatoes that I baked myself sweet?"

He held Xie Nanxing on his lap with both hands, kissed her for a while, and then said in a hoarse voice: "He must be trying to turn the tables on the emperor."

Xie Nanxing covered Shen Jinmo's lips with one hand to stop him from kissing her again.

This guy is really something. He never stops kissing.

"Will Li Yuan be willing to openly betray the emperor for him?"

The tip of his tongue brushed across Xie Nanxing's palm, and Xie Nanxing was so startled that she quickly withdrew her hand and glared at Shen Jinmo in reproach.

Now that he was free, he naturally couldn't answer questions for nothing. Shen Jinmo gnawed at Xie Nanxing again: "Yes, because Xia Ling is the only light in Li Yuan's heart."

It is extremely dangerous for a moth to fly into a flame. Xie Nanxing felt that Li Yuan was pathetic, but at the same time, he could not blame anyone else for Li Yuan's current situation.

However, it is now clear that one tragedy after another is doomed to fail. Ultimately, the reason is that the rulers of this dynasty are not wise rulers.

"Shen Jinmo, no matter what means Xia Ling used to kill Li Yuan, he would actually offend the emperor. So why didn't he just kill him in private? Why did he have to kill him and let everyone know about it?"

The underlying logic behind Xie Nanxing's question was that Xia Ling simply wanted to kill Li Yuan, the spy planted by Xia Hong next to him.

Thinking of the dragon robe that Lu Chi had just mentioned, and the beauty trap that Xia Ling had laid out long ago, Xie Nanxing knew that the starting point of this logic was wrong.

The value brought by Liyuan itself is far from enough to satisfy Xia Ling's current ambitions.

How could Xia Ling let go of the only chess piece that could be of great use?

"He wants to let everyone know who Li Yuan is, so that the civil and military officials will understand his innocence, and then win over the ministers he once lost?"

"Well, for him now, compared with the empty title of Crown Prince, the real power in his hands is more precious."

Xie Nanxing tilted her head back and nestled in Shen Jinmo's arms. Her brain, which had been slightly tense from thinking, slowly relaxed.

Holding Shen Jinmo's fingers and playing with them, he said, "So this time, what my Lord Shen is going to do is still to make everyone's wishes come true, right?"

"Of course, Shen likes to do such good deeds the most now. Now that they have achieved their wish, Shen is satisfied."

With one hand, he hooked Shen Jinmo's neck down, his bright eyes filled with crystal: "Shen Jinmo, thank you for your hard work."

"Now, it's not considered hard work."

Compared to the difficulties I faced when I first returned to Luoan, it is not that hard now.

After achieving his wish, Xia Hong couldn't find a new target for the time being. The details mentioned when he was free would inevitably make him suspicious again.

Therefore, compared with the more severe challenges we will face in the future, the current situation is not that difficult.

The present days, for both of them, are rare and peaceful.

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The complex relationships between the servants in this palace are no less complicated than those between their masters.

Over there, the Golden Palace issued an order to deal with the series of assassinations in the pro-communist Duanxia region. The first prince to be paid attention to must have received the news immediately.

The palace gate, which had not been opened for several months, was opened personally by the imperial guards at Shen Jinmo's signal.

Shen Jinmo, who came on orders, walked between the palace servants who were kneeling on the ground and walked steadily towards where Xia Cheng was.

There was no need for Shen Jinmo to kick open the study door. The eunuch inside, who was supposedly serving but was actually monitoring Xia Cheng, had already made preparations to welcome Shen Jinmo.

The palace, which was once extremely luxurious and spotless, now stagnated in a state of mildew after a fallen man was mortal. In just three months, the musty smell became so strong that even sandalwood could not suppress it.

Sitting down at the desk, Shen Jinmo saw with his own eyes a huge rat running around in the room because of the movement of the chair he was dragging.

The flowers blooming in the imperial palace are more graceful than any other flowers in the world when they are in full bloom.

But when it withers, the smell of decay is the most disgusting thing in the world.

In such an environment, Shen Jinmo didn't feel it was that difficult to endure.

The rats crawling here were once the food that Shen Jinmo used to save his life when he was sleeping in the open in the woods.

Two long-awaited cups of hot tea were served, and the study door that had been opened not long ago was closed again.

Xia Cheng, lying numbly in the corner of the bed, shuddered inexplicably because the sunlight that was finally let in was blocked out again, and then he calmed down again.

The imperial guards brought by Shen Jinmo surrounded the prince tightly and kept a distance that made Shen Jinmo feel absolutely at ease.

Now, no one, whether it is the imperial guards in the palace or the guards outside the palace, dares to make any small moves where Shen Jinmo is.

The last person who intended to spy on Shen Jinmo's words and deeds didn't even have a chance to explain before he was beheaded by Shen Jinmo's whip.

Xia Cheng, hiding at the foot of the bed, hugged the spotted quilt tighter, as if he was holding the only shield that could protect him.

As time passed, his lowered eyes looked towards Shen Jinmo with a hint of temptation.

Xia Cheng wanted to understand Shen Jinmo's intention of coming here.

He always felt that he would not die like this, after all, he really had never hurt anyone.

No, he had hurt Xie Nanxing before.

And the person sitting in his room at this moment is Shen Jinmo, who regards Xie Nanxing as his lifeblood.

Not caring what Xia Cheng was thinking, nor caring that there were civil and military officials in the Golden Palace waiting for his return, Shen Jinmo sat quietly by the ventilated window.

His sharp eyes looked out the window at the last yellow leaf with autumn flavor that was blown down by the cold wind.

Next spring, new green will grow on the tree, but the fallen leaf will never be able to climb back onto the branch again.

The silence spread endlessly. When facing outsiders, Shen Jinmo became more and more like a pool of stagnant water. Naturally, he could remain as still as a mountain.

But Xia Cheng, who was waiting to be acquitted, lost his mind in the silence.

“Ah…Ah…Ah…Ah…”

The shouts of catharsis echoed repeatedly in the prince's palace, from loud to hoarse, from resentment to curses...

But in the end, everything returned to complete peace.

Xia Cheng lifted up the blanket that had not left his body for several months and was sewn for him by his mother.

The extremely pungent smell, wrapped in the heat of body temperature, spread to every corner of the study.

Shen Jinmo did not take the smell seriously, and Xia Cheng also went from feeling inferior at first to accepting it calmly.

Xia Cheng struggled to tidy up his messy body, trying his best to maintain the last dignity of a descendant of the royal family.