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

The servants who had returned home on horseback early laid flat wooden boards from the door to the bedroom, smoothing out every bumpy road on Shen Jinmo's way home.

The moment the carriage entered the mansion, the door of Xie Mansion was immediately closed.

The guards, twice as many as before, tightly surrounded the entire mansion, blocking any eyes that intended to spy on the situation inside.

Just looking at the soft couch placed directly on the carriage and the half of Shen Jinmo's body exposed outside was enough to make these people imagine a lot.

"Such a strong smell of blood. Has Shen Jinmo completely fallen out of favor?"

"They brought him back with the couch. Look at the blanket covering him, it's all black. Let alone pampering him, the person might be dead."

"If Shen Jinmo really dies, I will definitely set off firecrackers for three days to celebrate."

"He's going to die. You and I will be free. We won't have to worry about being whipped when we go out."

"Yes, the sooner such treacherous officials die, the better."

"He was so arrogant when he was alive, he deserves to be in trouble every day after his death."

"After he is buried, on his memorial day, I will take my son to his grave every year to curse him, so that my son will learn from this and not become a treacherous minister like him."

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Cheng Yangqiu was brought directly to Xie's house by Mo Ping on his shoulders. The moment he entered the main room and smelled such a strong smell of blood, Cheng Yangqiu, who had seen a lot of pain, couldn't help but feel nervous.

He hurried to the side of Shen Jinmo who was still lying on the couch, and Cheng Yangqiu untied the black cloak. The warmth and moisture in his palms reminded him of the inhuman torture Shen Jinmo had suffered.

Not ignoring Xie Nanxing who looked calm but tensed up, Cheng Yangqiu thought for a moment, "Master Xie, I need a quieter environment for my consultation. Why don't you go out and wait for a while?"

Cheng Yangqiu was reluctant to let Xie Nanxing see the scene of his wound being treated.

Based on his understanding of Xie Nanxing, seeing the injuries on Shen Jinmo's body was tantamount to adding these injuries to Xie Nanxing's body again.

"Yeah." Xie Nanxing responded coldly.

This kind of coldness was something he himself was not aware of.

"Except Yang Huai and Mo Ping, everyone go out. Anyone who dares to make the slightest noise that affects Doctor Cheng will be killed by Xiaobai."

This was the first time that Xie Nanxing showed his bloodthirstiness and murderous intent to the servants in the mansion.

Very calm bloodthirstiness, very calm murderous intent.

Such murderous intent frightened not only the servants in the mansion, but also the doctor Cheng Yangqiu who often treated Xie Nanxing.

The servant who left the bedroom immediately concentrated and held his breath. Not only the sound of his walking, even the sound of his breathing was heavily suppressed.

Yang Huai moved the stool to the table, helped Xie Nanxing sit down at the table, turned around and poured Xie Nanxing a cup of fruit tea.

Cheng Yangqiu took a few deep breaths before suppressing his fear of Xie Nanxing.

He took a pair of scissors and cut open Shen Jinmo's clothes. The couch was too low, so Mo Ping could only kneel on the ground to help Cheng Yangqiu.

The moment Yang Huai saw the injury that Cheng Yangqiu had intentionally concealed, he quickly stretched out his hand to block Xie Nanxing's gaze.

And the pair of eyes that were blocked by Yang Huai were now wide open.

The tears were like a summer rainstorm, hitting Xie Nanxing's back of the hand one by one.

Xie Nanxing saw it.

Xie Nanxing saw it clearly.

Even though the exposed skin had been stitched together with black and white thread, it still looked bloody.

It was as if someone was holding the back and blade of a kitchen knife, pressing Shen Jinmo onto the chopping board, and hammering and cutting him repeatedly with one cut after another.

How could such a wound be inflicted by just a whip?

Xie Nanxing closed his eyes deeply, and what lingered in his mind were those black lines soaked in bright red.

"noob."

Lu Bai pushed the door open and knelt in front of Xie Nanxing: "Master, please give me your instructions."

"Let someone investigate who did this. I want to know the result tomorrow morning."

There is no such thing as tit-for-tat with Xie Nanxing.

Xie Nanxing couldn't remember that Shen Jinmo had ever whipped these people.

In Xie Nanxing's eyes, they were the only ones who tortured his Shen Jinmo to the point where he was on the verge of death.

Shen Jinmo, who had hurt him, would repay him double.

If he doesn't return it, they will think that his Shen Jinmo can be bullied by them again and again.

Lu Bai stood up from the ground and walked directly towards the dessert shop using his lightness skills.

In order to know the situation in the palace so quickly, Xie Nanxing's implication was that he wanted to use the power in Lu Cheng's hands.

Cheng Yangqiu used a silk cloth dipped in ointment to apply it to every wound on Shen Jinmo from head to toe.

He took a closer look at the suturing technique, and it seemed that it was only slightly worse than that of his senior sister.

Without any intention of re-stitching it, Cheng Yangqiu left the cleanup to Mo Ping and Yang Huai.

He lowered his head and walked to the side of Xie Nanxing: “Master Xie, this time the injury is exactly the opposite of the injury.”

The last time I kneeled, it was my knee that was injured, and the one that got hit with the stick was my butt.

This time, apart from the knees and buttocks, there was not an inch of good meat left.

Xie Nanxing stood up from the stool, stood beside the wardrobe and thought for a moment, then slowly took out Shen Jinmo's only set of white pajamas.

"Were they all whipped?"

"It was mainly the whipping."

Under the pressure of Xie Nanxing's gaze, Cheng Yangqiu had to conceal his injuries seriously.

"But if you look closely, many of the wounds seem to have been caused by armor or hairpins. The cuts left in the bloody mass are not noticeable, but they directly turned these flesh wounds into tendon and bone injuries."

"There were even people who were good at martial arts and used their internal energy to injure Lord Shen's lungs."

After talking about the illness, Cheng Yangqiu quickly added: "But don't worry, Lord Shen wants to live very much, and I will do my best to make Lord Shen healthy as soon as possible."

The pajamas in Xie Nanxing's hand turned into a hideous shape at his fingertips. He lowered his head to look at Shen Jinmo's pale face and asked in a low voice.

"Cheng Yangqiu, he's covered in wounds, how is he going to sleep?"

"How can he be healthy if he doesn't get enough sleep and rest?"

"Every time he changes the medicine or his clothes, the wound that he managed to scab over will tear."

Xie Nanxing frowned and shuddered for no apparent reason: "How can he bear such pain?"

"Cheng Yangqiu, I don't want him to feel pain, can you let me feel the pain for him?"

"I can bear it. No, I'm not afraid of pain."

"I'm not afraid of pain at all."

Without crying or showing any sign of breakdown, Xie Nanxing just prayed quietly for a chance to take the blame for Shen Jinmo.

But such unreasonable words were enough to prove that Xie Nanxing was on the brink of collapse at this moment.

Because Xie Nanxing understands that kind of pain.

The kind of pain that rips your heart and lungs and penetrates into your bone marrow.

But the injuries he had suffered were caused by saving Shen Jinmo, and he could find sweetness in it and endure the pain.

But for whom did Shen Jinmo suffer this injury?

common people?

Court?

The country and the people?

But these people don’t care about Shen Jinmo at all. They all want Shen Jinmo to die!