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

Ah Shun, his body and face covered in dried blood, had just come out of the Dali Temple. After walking on the spotless streets of Shendu, Ah Shun looked up at the bright sunlight.

A dizziness made Ashun unable to tell whether it was bright day or dark day.

When I returned to the Taifu Mansion, the whole place was in mourning.

Those guards of the Imperial Guard Department who had not received the order to retreat spontaneously hung white cloth around their waists.

The mourning hall has not been set up yet, and people who come to pay their respects have nowhere to go. The servants in the mansion are all waiting for Ah Shun's decision.

However, A Shun had no plan to set up a mourning hall, nor did he plan to let Wu Cixiu receive incense from the officials of this divine capital.

First, he took out the purse that Wu Cixiu had hidden at the bedside. More than 20 years had passed, and the purse had been patched countless times, but one could still see the crane that was once crookedly embroidered on it.

His young master once said with a smile, "It doesn't matter whether it's a crane or not. It's obviously a wild duck."

Holding the comb to help Wu Cixiu tie his hair again, Ah Shun touched the robe that was soaked with blood to the point where its original color could hardly be distinguished.

This was the last set of clothes his master bought for his young master when he was alive.

Wu Cixiu has never worn it over the years, but no matter where Wu Cixiu is, this dress will follow him.

His young master put on the clothes given by his master and went to reunite with his master.

This set of clothes was carried with me for the purpose of reunion.

Therefore, even though the clothes were tattered, Ah Shun still knelt beside the bed and carefully mended every scratched line.

The sun passes the zenith and sets into the evening sunset.

Ah Shun carried Wu Cixiu through the sacrificial ceremony bestowed by Xia Hong and headed towards the main gate.

The Dali Temple Minister and a group of guards stopped Ah Shun and said, "The Grand Tutor has passed away, and the case is still unclear. You cannot leave the capital."

The people brought by the Dali Temple to investigate the case have surrounded the Taifu Mansion, but they dare not search around in the mansion.

In fact, there is nothing to investigate. Shen Jinmo was the one who killed Wu Cixiu in public.

But now the matter is no longer decided by the Dali Temple. Without Xia Hong's order, Wu Cixiu cannot leave Shendu.

"My young master doesn't want anything. He doesn't want justice, fame, or the troubles of this life. He doesn't want anything."

If possible, Ashun didn't even want to report to the police.

But reporting to the police is the last order given by his master, Ah Shun, you must obey.

The sky in this divine capital was too low, so low that Wu Cixiu couldn’t even straighten his back.

The shadow of power was so heavy that it crushed Wu Cixiu to death under the imperial power.

"He just wants to go home."

Tears flowed from her red and swollen eyes again.

Ah Shun didn't know that he was crying, but everyone cried with him.

The guard who tried to stop Ah Shun lowered his head, put away his sword, and silently took a step back.

The only good thought left in this desire for power defeated the fear of life and death.

They wanted Wu Cixiu to go home.

There were no carriages or coffins to carry, so Ah Shun held Wu Cixiu in his arms and walked on Luoande's blue bricks, out of the imperial city where Wu Cixiu had served three kings.

The doors of every household were wide open, altars were set up along the road, and paper money was scattered all over the streets and alleys of the capital.

On every street that Ah Shun walked through holding Wu Cixiu, there were people in mourning clothes kowtowing towards him.

The Grand Tutor had no children or descendants. Today, all the people in this Divine Capital have become the Grand Tutor’s descendants.

Ah Shun suddenly didn't know what day it was, as if he had just accompanied his young master back to the Divine Capital yesterday, and his young master had just stood beside the late emperor yesterday, receiving the worship of the people of the Divine Capital.

There was some confusion in Ashun's eyes.

Paper money is scattered in front of the body, the fragrance is lingering, and firecrackers are blasting. There should be the sound of firecrackers.

Everyone around me was bowing, crying, and wailing. There should also be sounds of grief.

But Ah Shun couldn't hear anything.

The bright red liquid flowed through the ear hole onto Wu Cixiu's clothes and burned Ashun's wrist.

It's not that there is no sound.

It’s A-Shun, I can’t hear you anymore.

But he couldn't hear, so how could he tell his master after his death about the scene of the people of the whole city sending off the tutor?

If he doesn't say it, how can he comfort his master's heartache for the young master?

Even though he can't hear, he still has eyes.

He still has eyes!

Ah Shun looked at the lips that opened and closed, and he saw that they were saying, "Taifu Qiangu."

He saw them saying, "Taifu, rest in peace."

He saw them saying, "We want to avenge the Master."

He saw them saying, "Let that beast Shen Jinmo pay for his life to the Grand Master."

Ah Shun shook his head.

"You've got the wrong person. The enemy is not Lord Shen."

"My young master is dead, so Lord Shen cannot die."

Ah Shun's words were suppressed by the increasingly loud sound of firecrackers.

No one heard it.

No one will listen.

Ah Shun cried out in his heart, because the enemy of all the people in this world can only be Shen Jinmo.

Shen Jinmo will have to live his whole life carrying the crime of murdering the Grand Tutor without reason.

It was not until this moment that Ah Shun remembered what Taifu had hesitated to say on Meishan.

Shen Jinmo and Xie Nanxing are more difficult than his two masters.

The people who thought they would stop at the city gate chose to follow Ah Shun for a long time and were unwilling to leave.

The original people followed, and the people along the way followed again, until night fell. The people who escorted the tutor home continued from behind Ah Shun all the way to the city of Shendu.

When I came here in the past, I came alone.

On the way home today, the streets are empty and tens of thousands of people are following me.

Tens of thousands of people lined the streets to see the Taifu off.

Xia Hong stood on the city wall, looking at the endless white expanse, his sharp eyes tinged with a faint smile.

"Xiao Linzi, do you think the Master should die?"

The death was never announced and the cause was unknown, but the people of the entire capital knelt down for a long time to see him off.

Even when the emperor and the country were in mourning, such sincerity had never been seen.

But he, Xia Hong, is the master of this world.

They knelt to the wrong person.

Only by killing Wu Cixiu could Xia Hong make them remember who their master is.

"I think that when the truth comes out, they will regret their actions today and beat their chests and stamp their feet."

"Yes, the people are dead, so aren't the merits and demerits in my hands?"

Isn’t Xia Qi a living example?

The dead can’t actually defeat the living.

His resentment no longer in his heart, Xia Hong got on a carriage and passed by Xie's house.

"Shen Jinmo assassinated the current imperial tutor without any reason. He will be brought to the palace immediately. I will personally try him."