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Xia Hong picked up the pen washer at hand and threw it at Shen Jinmo, then slapped the desk with his palm.

His breathing became heavy, and even the beard at the corners of his mouth was affected and moved up and down.

After a long silence, Xia Hong frowned and spoke again:

"Since you entered the court, everything you have done has been beneficial to the country and the people. I pity you for the hardships you have suffered at a young age, and I have allowed you to marry Xie Nanxing against all odds. But is this how you repay me?"

Xia Hong made his position clear with just one word.

Shen Jinmo has made great contributions in the past, and even if he has made mistakes today, the country and the people still need Shen Jinmo.

Shen Jinmo, cannot die.

The broken porcelain from the brush washer broke the texture of his forehead, and the blood that flowed down his cheek mixed with the ink color of the brush washer, outlining a winding road that floated among the ink on the floor of the Golden Palace.

Shen Jinmo looked down for a long time and felt that it was somewhat similar to the magnificent mountains and rivers he had seen under Xia Qi's brush when he was young.

He knelt down and kowtowed again: "I have failed the emperor's grace. Please punish me, Your Majesty."

The king's majesty suddenly became stronger: "How should I punish you?"

"On your wedding day, sixty-seven officials who attended the banquet were injured, and five officials died in your residence."

The five officials who died in Shen Jinmo's residence were all surprisingly of low official rank, yet knew a lot of secrets of the past.

Xia Hong received Shen Jinmo's surrender and loyalty.

Xia Hong was satisfied.

If Xia Hong was not satisfied, Shen Jinmo would not be imprisoned in the camp of the imperial guards, but would be sent directly to prison.

After all, five people died in Xie’s house, which is something that cannot be denied.

Relying on his waist and abdominal strength that far exceeded that of an ordinary person, Shen Jinmo straightened his back and knelt down.

No matter whether Xia Hong believed him or not, he absolutely could not bear the crime of murder.

"Your Majesty, those five people were not beaten to death by me. They were just frightened by the sight of my whip."

A woman in mourning knelt down and looked at Xia Hong: "All the officials who attended the banquet that day saw with their own eyes that Shen Jinmo, this ruthless man, beat my husband to death. The evidence is irrefutable. You can't discredit him with just a sentence like he was scared to death."

As the woman knelt down, the other four family members of the deceased knelt down and prostrated themselves, saying, "We beg the emperor to severely punish Shen Jinmo."

Shen Jinmo did not respond to anyone's words. He just waited until all the crying stopped, and then said calmly: "I scared them because what they did behind the emperor's back over the years is not enough to atone for their sins even if they die a hundred times."

Shen Jinmo lowered his eyes and listed the crimes these people had committed over the years, one by one.

Each and every one of them is punishable by death, and if combined together they are enough to exterminate all nine generations of your clan.

And none of these crimes involved Xia Hong.

Shen Jinmo's ability, Shen Jinmo's intelligence, and Shen Jinmo's thoughtfulness were all clearly revealed in just half a cup of tea.

"It is not the business of your Guards Department to try cases. What qualifications do you have to set up a private court and act on behalf of the Ministry of Justice?"

The crime of murder became an act of meddling in other people's affairs with Xia Hong's words.

"I was compassionate to the people and failed. I beg Your Majesty to forgive me."

"Alas." Xia Hong sighed: "Although you are doing this to eliminate harm for the people, your actions were indeed inappropriate and you hurt your colleagues. These are things that cannot be slandered."

"You have made such a big mistake. I, the king who summoned you back to Luoan, have not taught you well."

Eunuch Lin handed the short whip to Xia Hong and helped Xia Hong walk behind Shen Jinmo.

The three heavy whips directly tore Shen Jinmo's luxurious wedding gown, and a bloody smell began to spread.

He personally carried out the execution to overshadow the crime of Shen Jinmo who acted beyond his authority.

However, Shen Jinmo still needs to give an explanation for whipping the imperial official.

Xia Hong threw the whip on the ground and looked around at the people kneeling on the ground: "How are you going to give this explanation to all the women in this room who are seeking justice for their men?"

"That Richen did drink quite a bit of wine and was a little drunk."

Being drunk and going crazy, having sex after drinking, what a good excuse.

When these ladies heard Shen Jinmo's opening words, they kowtowed towards Xia Hong at the same time: "Your Majesty, please make the decision for my husband."

If they don't get justice today, the heads of their families will be trampled under the feet of Shen Jinmo forever in the future. How can they gain a foothold in the court?

"You're drunk and you want to beat people up?" Xia Hong asked, "These people came specially for the banquet, and you're drunk and you beat them up?"

Shen Jinmo raised his head slightly, and there was a hint of grievance in his eyes.

"I didn't ask them to go, but they went anyway. They all had stern faces. If you didn't know better, you would think they were attending my funeral."

After Shen Jinmo finished speaking, he lowered his head again, secretly feeling thankful in his heart.

Fortunately, Xie Nanxing is not here.

Otherwise, Xie Nanxing would probably be so upset after hearing what he said.

Because, what those people most wanted to attend was indeed Shen Jinmo's funeral.

Xia Hong was so angry at Shen Jinmo's words that he gasped several times. Looking at the kneeling ladies, he made a decision directly.

"I have left the whip here, and you can seek justice for yourselves."

Standing up from the dragon throne, Xia Hong looked at the imperial guards and said, "Keep a close eye on Wang Heng. If he dares to resist, hold him down."

After striding out of the Golden Palace, Xia Hong turned around and said, "You dare to beat me hard. If you beat me to death, it will be my fault."

But all the ladies in the palace knew that if Shen Jinmo died, Xia Hong would take their master's life.

Thinking that the relationship between Shen Jinmo and the heads of their families had already reached a point where there was no turning back, while these ladies were still hesitating, those young and energetic people who had been beaten by Shen Jinmo in the past started whipping them.

The sound of whips hitting each other could be heard one after another. The complicated and elegant wedding gown was torn apart, leaving bright red cuts on Shen Jinmo's body.

The bloodiness aroused the murderous intent of the people in the hall. There was only one whip, and gradually, the golden hairpins and armors in the hands of these clan women also turned into weapons.

Seeing that such abuse did not cause any obstruction from the people guarding in front of the hall, the young man who was good at martial arts directly used his internal strength to attack Shen Jinmo.

The golden palace below Shen Jinmo's knees was completely soaked in blood.

On Shen Jinmo's hands, back, chest, legs, feet...

Blood began to gush out from every part from top to bottom.

The bloody smell inside the Golden Palace was extremely strong, just like the bloody smell in Xie Mansion on the day of Shen Jinmo's wedding, and also like the bloody smell in Wang Mansion on the day of the Eighth Prince's birthday.

The difference was that Shen Jinmo, who was kneeling on the ground, did not utter a single cry of pain from beginning to end.

He just knelt there quietly with his back straight.

Like a mountain.

On the mountain, there are several immortal mountains.

In fact, the pain on the skin and flesh was nothing to Shen Jinmo.

But Shen Jinmo's eyes still turned red.

Whenever he thought about his sickly little child seeing him in this state, crying and feeling so distressed that he would be tortured to the point of being unrecognizable, Shen Jinmo's heart ached.