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The vicious curses in his ears became louder and louder, and he walked towards the prison van against the crowd with unusually firm steps.

Filth is pervasive. The plain white brocade robe has turned into a canvas at this moment. The ups and downs of the brushstrokes without any artistic conception are the embodiment of the hatred in the hearts of the people.

The "courtesy" received by the official who was beheaded at the Meridian Gate not long ago for causing the country to go against the will of God was not even a fraction of what Shen Jinmo is receiving today.

The prison van came into view. Shen Jinmo, who was sitting upright in the van accepting the condemnation and punishment from the people that he deserved, frowned and opened his sharp eyes filled with repression in the chaos.

With just one glance, he broke through all the obstacles and locked onto Xie Nanxing who was coming towards him.

Amidst countless grievances and filth, the smoke in Shen Jinmo's heart and the light in Shen Jinmo's eyes cannot escape the fate of being covered in mud.

Anger and heartache eroded his rationality. He swung the long whip at his waist, and the long swords at the waists of the imperial guards beside him were tied to the whip, smashing all the attacks that would hurt Xie Nanxing.

He tore off the chains that bound his hands and feet, pried open the wooden pillars of the prison van with his hands, and jumped in front of Xie Nanxing.

His voice was dry, and contained a hard command: "Be good and go home."

She smiled and snuggled into Shen Jinmo's arms, patting him gently to comfort Shen Jinmo who was on the verge of losing control and becoming bloodthirsty.

"My husband, I am here to save you, don't be afraid."

The stiff body began to tremble, and the clenched fists slowly relaxed.

Taking Xie Nanxing out of his arms, Shen Jinmo pleaded, "Good boy, come home, okay?"

The dirt that was constantly flying around stopped at this moment. They never knew that Shen Jinmo, who was locked in the prison van, actually had the ability to kill people directly?

Why wasn't his whip taken away?

How come his cultivation wasn't destroyed?

Is Xia Hong trying to give Shen Jinmo an opportunity to escape?

It was obvious that some time ago, their wise king beheaded those corrupt officials at the Meridian Gate.

How come he became such a blind and deaf person when he came to Shen Jinmo?

Could it be that Shen Jinmo was the demon in disguise, casting magic on Xia Hong to confuse his mind?

Mo Ping and Lu Bai changed the place where they knelt from the carriage to in front of Xie Nanxing.

He kowtowed to Xie Nanxing repeatedly, begging him to leave: "Please, Master, and I will go home first."

His eyes met Shen Jinmo's, Xie Nanxing asked Shen Jinmo to hold his hand, and walked towards the carriage.

"Shen Jinmo is trying to escape, stop him quickly."

The common people who were stopped on both sides of the road by the imperial guards rushed frantically against the isolation belt made of sharp blades. The anxiety in their eyes showed their determination not to allow the prisoners to escape.

Ignoring the commotion around him, Xie Nanxing took out a fox fur cloak from the carriage and stuffed it into Shen Jinmo's hands.

In full view of everyone, Xie Nanxing personally led Shen Jinmo back to the cage that had lost its value in imprisonment.

Reaching out and patting Shen Jinmo's head, Xie Nanxing's smile was bright and crazy.

"Shen Jinmo, just wait for me to rescue you and don't make any trouble, okay?"

With his hands, Xie Nanxing covered the pleading expression in Shen Jinmo's eyes and said, "Wrap yourself in a cloak later, close your eyes and don't look."

His eyes couldn't lock onto the person in his heart, but his hands could accurately wipe away all the dirt on Xie Nanxing's face.

"Be good, go home and wait for me, okay?"

not good.

Xie Nanxing quickly took a few steps forward and knelt down toward the place where the emperor was sitting behind the prison car.

Shen Jinmo's sharp eyes, which were forcibly closed by Xie Nanxing, were fixed tightly on the man who knelt among the people in order to fulfill his wish.

When will the day come when Shen Jinmo no longer needs Xie Nanxing to sacrifice himself to save his life?

"Shen Jinmo is innocent. I beg the emperor to review this case."

One word can cause a huge wave.

The crazy and ferocious faces, the vegetable baskets thrown on his head, and the hands that were blocked by the imperial guards were all trying to eat Xie Nanxing alive.

Lu Bai and Mo Ping were shocked by Xie Nanxing's behavior. Isn't it courting death to say such things in such an excited atmosphere?

Shen Jinmo swung the whip in his hand fiercely, and Lu Bai and Mo Ping were hit hard by the whip. They quickly came to their senses and rushed to Xie Nanxing to block the even more crazy attacks from all directions for Xie Nanxing.

"Let's go."

The rage brought him out of control, the black robe was soaked with murderous aura, and the wooden pillar that Shen Jinmo was holding in his palm turned into powder.

The imperial guards escorting the prison van were so frightened that they broke out in cold sweats and quickened their pace.

I was afraid that if I was a step slower, the King of Hell would take my life.

The prison van passed by Xie Nanxing. Xie Nanxing hurriedly stood up from the ground, ran forward for a distance, and kowtowed again in the direction of the prison van.

"Shen Jinmo has devoted himself to the country and the people. He is truly a meritorious official of the Great Xia Dynasty. This case should not be hastily concluded."

"I beg the emperor to review this case and clear Shen Jinmo's name."

His words were earnest and tears were streaming down his face.

These words, tinged with Xie Nanxing's deep sorrow, did not win any sympathy from the people.

The obstructing barriers were broken by the people, the prison van's path was heavily blocked by the people, and the attacks that fell like raindrops were unavoidable.

Xie Nanxing, however, never thought of hiding.

Shen Jinmo's eyes were filled with bloodshot, and the handle of the whip that sank into his palm was stained bright red.

Just a cage and a few imperial guards. If Shen Jinmo wanted to escape with Xie Nanxing, no one could stop him.

It was Shen Jinmo who was unwilling to escape.

It’s Shen Jinmo, he can’t escape.

Xie Nanxing could not hear the indignant questioning, and Lu Bai and Mo Ping blocked his punches and kicks with their bodies.

Xie Nanxing's thin figure repeatedly slipped into the crowd, and repeatedly prostrated himself in the crowd.

If he took a step back, the hateful people would move back once, and the prison cart would move forward one step.

Amid the surging crowd, half of the attacks that were originally intended to fall on Shen Jinmo were firmly resistant by Xie Nanxing with his frail body.

Shen Jinmo's red eyes, filled with pleading, finally turned into resignation.

He knew what Xie Nanxing wanted.

What Xie Nanxing wanted was not to bear the visible filth for him, but to have a legitimate reason and to attract the attention of all people.

I can't do it with a legitimate reason, I can't get everyone's attention, I can't get complaints...

The sword held by Shen Jinmo himself, the plan that Wu Cixiu spent several years setting up, the official position reported by A Shun in person at the Dali Temple, and the attention paid to Zhong Yuanyuan's participation in court affairs, will all lack the ability to take on the responsibility.

This game is not to let Shen Jinmo escape unscathed, but to let Shen Jinmo survive.

Xie Nanxing used himself as a chess piece and took the initiative to move from the outer corner of the chessboard to the center of the chessboard.

I am joining the game today to save Shen Jinmo.

Moreover, it fulfills the old man’s wish, just like the mountains and rivers.