The smell of blood spread to the bedroom through the study in the Golden Palace. Zhong Yuanyuan stood quietly beside Xia Hong, grinding ink for him to mark memorials.

From beginning to end, he never said a word for Shen Jinmo.

Xia Hong put down the imperial pen, looked at Zhong Yuanyuan and said, "Wang Heng is indeed arrogant now, but he has not made any big mistakes. If Yuanyuan feels sorry for him, I can arrange someone to tell him."

Zhong Yuanyuan added some water to the inkstone: "The harem is not allowed to interfere in government affairs. If there is any mistake, it should be punished."

Zhong Yuanyuan did not intend to deny his love for Shen Jinmo. While grinding the ink, he said, "You arrange for someone to tell Nanxing to meet him at the palace gate first. Send some of the golden wound medicine in my room over."

Standing up from the chair, Xia Hong took Zhong Yuanyuan's hand and walked out of the Golden Palace, completely leaving the blood and the sound of whipping behind them.

The two of them were like an ordinary loving couple, walking together in the evening sunset, neither hurried nor slow.

Seeing that the splendor in the sky was about to completely disappear, Xia Hong turned to look at Eunuch Lin and said, "Take Doctor Shu over there and wait for him. Don't let Wang Heng come to thank you. Let him go back to the mansion directly."

When Shen Jinmo was carried out of the Golden Palace, every part of her red wedding gown was soaked, but after walking outside, the hanging gown had been frozen to the point of stiffening a bit.

Doctor Shu frowned and fed Shen Jinmo three blood-replenishing pills in succession, and asked the eunuch to add a few more charcoal braziers in the side hall.

Holding a pair of scissors in his hand, he cut open Shen Jinmo's clothes and bandaged the wounds all over his body at an extremely fast speed. Some of the wounds were too big, so Doctor Shu had to sew them up with needle and thread.

During the entire process of bandaging and suturing, Shen Jinmo kept his eyes open and was so calm that he didn't even frown.

Eunuch Lin felt pain in his limbs just by looking at this appearance. Anyone else would have fainted from the pain.

After this incident, Shen Jinmo will surely receive greater divine favor in the future than before.

Eunuch Lin leaned close to Shen Jinmo and whispered, "Sir Shen, you can take a rest. The emperor will arrange a soft couch to carry you back to the palace, and will also explain all matters to Master Xie."

Shen Jinmo said in a very weak voice: "Please prepare a black robe for me."

Xia Hong, who originally intended to take a look at Shen Jinmo with Zhong Yuanyuan, frowned slightly when he heard this.

He stopped walking into the hall, turned around and took Zhong Yuanyuan's hand and walked in another direction: "Wang Heng is a lovesick man. At this moment, all he can think of is Nan Xing."

Although her expression remained calm, Zhong Yuanyuan's heart was already in turmoil.

If Shen Jinmo had not been so seriously injured, he would have heard Xia Hong's footsteps long ago and been on guard.

Why would Xia Hong see that even though he was dying, he was still holding on to his last breath just to ask others to prepare a black robe for him?

Anyone with a discerning eye could tell that the black robe was not worn because Shen Jinmo loved black, but because black could cover up bloody wounds, making Xie Nanxing less worried.

Under such circumstances, it is really not suitable to show Shen Jinmo's feelings for Xie Nanxing, which transcends life and death and pain.

Sui Er is Xia Hong who betrayed for love.

"Only those with a heart can be afraid. Nanxing is loyal to Xiaojiu, and Xiaojiu likes him, too."

"That's right." Xia Hong responded softly, and the restlessness in his heart was suppressed.

Xie Nanxing is not Sui Er, and Xie Nanxing is not as stupid as Sui Er.

Xie Nanxing is also involved with Xia Yu and Shen Jinmo.

Xia Hong needs to be more patient and tolerant towards Xie Nanxing.

By the time all the wounds on Shen Jinmo's body were sutured, it was almost time for the palace to be closed. Four imperial guards carried Shen Jinmo out of the Golden Palace.

On a very cold winter day, Shen Jinmo was wearing black pajamas, covered with a black cloak, and lying on a black blanket.

When Xie Nanxing saw the soft couch being carried by someone from a long distance, he felt suffocated. He opened his lips and tried his best to breathe in the air wrapped in severe cold.

My hands, which I forgot to wear gloves, turned red after being blown by the wind for just a while.

Unable to feel any pain, Xie Nanxing seemed to have lost control of his own body.

Grasping Yue Bai's clothes tightly, Xie Nanxing forced himself to remain absolutely calm and not show any weakness.

Shen Jinmo was injured.

He wants to support this family for Shen Jinmo.

Xie Nanxing snatched the lantern from Yang Huai's hand and ran towards the palace gate.

When the dark couch was carried out of the palace gate, Xie Nanxing smiled slightly, walked forward and bowed, saying, "Shen Jinmo, I'm here to take you home for the New Year."

Shen Jinmo nodded slightly, pulling at the skin on his body that had just been stitched together.

Feeling that it was not enough, Shen Jinmo raised his hand and held Xie Nanxing: "Xie Nanxing, I don't feel any pain, but I bled a little bit, so I may need to sleep for a while."

"Okay, you go to sleep."

Tears flowed out of her eyes uncontrollably and fell onto the blanket covering Shen Jinmo.

"I will eat well, take care of myself and wait for you to wake up."

"Yeah." His voice was pale, but it was tinged with a smile: "Don't lie to me, or I'll be angry when I wake up."

Shen Jinmo was extremely tired. When he closed his eyes, he muttered, "No meal, but there are snacks."

Shen Jinmo was by the bed, having already placed lots of snacks there.

Xie Nanxing can eat when she is hungry.

Squatting on the ground and gently touching the blood-stained hair ends of Shen Jinmo, Xie Nanxing gently pressed his lips onto the center of Shen Jinmo's brows.

"Shen Jinmo, when you wake up, I will definitely gain some weight."

Seeing Shen Jinmo falling into a deep sleep, every bit of tenderness on Xie Nanxing's face twisted into pain.

He stood up with the help of Yang Huai, and looked at the people carrying Shen Jinmo, intending to move Shen Jinmo directly to the carriage. Xie Nanxing suddenly frowned.

"Don't touch him."

The sharpness in his voice made everyone stop their actions suddenly. Even Eunuch Lin, who had escorted Shen Jinmo all the way, was shocked by the intimidation that Xie Nanxing was quietly emitting.

Eunuch Lin was the first to come back to his senses. He asked softly, "How about we ask these people to carry Lord Shen directly back to Xie's house?"

"Thank you for your kindness, Eunuch Lin." Xie Nanxing restrained his edge and said, "Just carry this couch to the carriage. When Shen Jinmo gets better, I will definitely let him come to thank Eunuch Lin in person."

Looking at the bloodstains seeping from the couch, Xie Nanxing suddenly smiled.

His smile was somewhat cold, and in it was a hint of uncontrollable hatred: "Tomorrow, Xie will return this couch."

No matter how big the carriage was, it could not accommodate this soft couch, so the imperial guards had to lift the couch together, while Lu Bai and Xie Nanxing waited in the carriage.

Slowly, bit by bit, he pushed the couch into the carriage.

Shen Jinmo was too tall, with his knees and the area below still exposed outside the carriage.

Xie Nanxing waved his hand, and Yang Huai stuffed the silver that he had prepared earlier into everyone's pocket, and the group got on the carriage together.

Yang Huai held the leather carefully, not daring to touch Shen Jinmo. He only dared to hold it steadily to shield Shen Jinmo's exposed knees from the cold wind.

Xie Nanxing couldn't help but touch Shen Jinmo's robe, the wet red palm made his eyes well up with tears.

"A Ping, calm down."

Xie Nanxing wanted to hug Shen Jinmo, but in the end, he could only hug himself tightly.

The low voice seemed to be whispering to himself: "He is in a lot of pain."

"This injury is really, really painful."

The words filled with grievance made the eyes of the three people gathered in the front room red at the same time.

Shen Jinmo, it hurts a lot.

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