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

The moon was above the willow branches. Although Xia Hong was holding a steaming hand warmer and there was a stove under his feet to keep warm, the cold still made him feel uncomfortable.

"Through Xie Nanxing's words today, I also remembered that Shen Jinmo once told me that he was wronged."

Shen Jinmo never said this, and he didn't even know the way to escape that Xia Hong left for him.

"We cannot afford to make mistakes in public, and we should not ignore Xie Nanxing's firm words."

"I will not change the date of Shen Jinmo's execution today. If Xie Nanxing still cannot overturn the verdict by the day of execution, then Shen Jinmo and Xie Nanxing will be executed together after the new year."

"If there is indeed a hidden secret in this case, the real culprit should be arrested and brought to justice to comfort the spirit of the Grand Master in heaven."

"My people, do you think my arrangement is feasible?"

The people, who were originally either sitting on the ground or standing huddled together, prostrated themselves in fear because of Xia Hong's question.

Xia Hong is the king of a country.

With just a wave of his finger, he could command a hundred thousand soldiers, and with just a word he could kill them.

From the king's perspective, the figures kneeling on the ground looked much more beautiful than the ferocious faces for Wu Cixiu.

"Whether it's the Imperial Guards, the Imperial Guards Division, or the Dali Temple, none of them will work for Xie Nanxing. Xie Nanxing can only rely on his own strength to investigate the case."

"If it is confirmed that there is someone else at this moment, we will petition the Dali Temple for support."

The implicit deterrence when Xia Hong uttered the last word made those who had won the king to take a step back kowtow one after another.

"The Emperor's Holy Might."

"Long live the emperor, long live the emperor"

Xie Nanxing returned to Xie's house all dirty. He first took a shower and changed his clothes, then sat in the warm room with heated floor and drank two bowls of porridge with refreshing side dishes.

After finishing the late dinner, Xie Nanxing leaned back in a chair with a snack bag in her hand, while Xiao Gao continued to use a handkerchief to dry Xie Nanxing's damp black hair.

Take out a small piece of candied fruit from the snack bag and take a very small bite.

Until Yang Huai returned, Xie Nanxing had only eaten two small pieces of candied fruit.

He is in poor health. If he eats too much at night and feels uncomfortable in his stomach and can't sleep well, his health will get worse.

Yang Huai looked at the dishes being taken away by the servants, and then looked at Xie Nanxing, who was in perfect condition from head to toe. The anxiety he felt from rushing around slowly slowly subsided into his stomach.

After washing his hands, he took Xiao Gao's handkerchief and wiped Xie Nanxing's hair: "Master, once you enter the prison, the jailer will lead you to wash up, and then you will be escorted to the dungeon where serious criminals and important prisoners are held."

Xie Nanxing felt a little itchy at the fingertips that were twisting the candied fruit. His eyes were drawn to the cloak on the soft stool, and his hands, which were subconsciously clasped together, began to entangle.

"Is he cold?"

"The jailer gave you a cotton coat. I heard that you didn't mind and put it on. Judging from your physique, you won't be cold."

With his skills and without any injuries, Shen Jinmo should be able to withstand the attack even with his bare chest.

Only his master still treats Shen Jinmo as a child and is worried that he will catch a cold.

"Did you accept the money that was handed over?"

"I accepted the few bottles of wine that I brought, but I refused to accept the silver."

Xie Nanxing took another piece of candied fruit and put it in his mouth to chew. He did not treat Shen Jinmo harshly because of his personal emotions. The higher-ups must have reminded these jailers about this.

Otherwise, those who were sentenced to death for this reason, not to mention the jailers, even the wealthy people outside would buy jailers to torment Shen Jinmo even if they could scrape together some money.

He didn't take the silver that Xie Nanxing handed over, not because he didn't want to, but because he didn't dare.

They are now unable to understand the situation clearly, and if they make a wrong step they may lose their lives here.

Neutrality is the best way for them to save their lives.

He stood up and walked to the table, writing on the rice paper while saying, "Ahuai, keep throwing silver in until they are willing to accept it."

Yang Huai was puzzled: "They are all jailers trying to make a living. If we check their backgrounds and defeat them one by one, the results will be faster."

"Ahuai, the reason we paid the money was not to ask them to take care of Shen Jinmo, but to find out the attitude of the higher-ups towards this matter."

He handed the rice paper to Yang Huai and said, "These things are sent in day after day. It doesn't matter if our people can't get in, but the things must be delivered to Shen Jinmo."

Yang Huai looked at the thing that was filled with writing on a piece of paper, and his expression immediately became excited.

"Master, do we really want to send even the incense burner, bath towel and screen to the dungeon?"

Those who know this would think that Xie Nanxing loves her husband, while those who don’t would think that Shen Jinmo wants to treat the dungeon as his home for the rest of his life.

"Yes, he will probably stay for a long time this time. I want to live a better life even if I can't get in."

"Will being too high-profile arouse suspicion? Will that be bad for adults?"

Xie Nanxing propped up her chin with both hands: "Secretly asking others to buy him an extra piece of clothing and give him a few more pieces of meat is not worthy of my husband's arrogant way of life."

"I earn all this money to spend on him. Even if I spend a hundred taels to get him a bath towel, or a thousand taels to get him a stick of sandalwood, I think it's worth it."

"Don't worry, I will deliver these things to you, sir, whether by secret means or by paying with silver."

Looking at the steady handwriting on the rice paper, Yang Huai asked: "Master, do you think that you will be able to escape unscathed this time?"

If he was not sure that Shen Jinmo could escape unscathed, how could he, who would torture himself to the point of being exhausted if he got any news about Shen Jinmo, maintain his current ease?

"For those who deal with imperial power and trade with people's hearts, nothing is ever infallible."

But as long as Xie Nanxing is here, he will make sure Shen Jinmo escapes unscathed.

Xie Nanxing and Shen Jinmo ate the steamed bun made from the blood of the Grand Tutor.

They are all dirty, so no one will look down on anyone.

"Then Master..."

Xie Nanxing rubbed the fingernail marks he had accidentally made when he heard Shen Jinmo being taken to the dungeon.

It hurts a little and it itches a little.

Some thoughts cannot be expressed in words.

The cloak was taken off, revealing mottled nail marks on the elbows and arms, some of which were very new, while others seemed to be almost healed.

There is no such thing as growing up overnight. What matters is that Xie Nanxing personally holds the hammer and works day and night to temper the steel.

The marks on his body were the scars left by him forcing himself to transform.

Xie Nanxing prefers to call it glory.

"The Grand Master said that torturing yourself to make Shen Jinmo afraid is useless and hurts others and yourself."

"People can't live and die just for love."

What Xie Nanxing had to bear on his shoulders at this moment was not only Shen Jinmo's survival, but also the path forward that the Grand Tutor had paved with his own life.

This time, Xie Nanxing, who has no way out, must strive to do his best, to the point where he can become Shen Jinmo's backer.

Yang Huai looked at Xie Nanxing's mottled palms and arms, took a deep breath, and put the medicine box on the table.

Tears glistened in his eyes. Yang Huai would do it without hesitation if he could take the blame.