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

Mo Ping placed two stacks of evidence neatly packed in wooden boxes on the table:

"Master, I have classified all the evidence I have received recently. The ones on the right are those who know something about what happened that night. The ones on the left are mostly baseless, but not all of them are those who are just trying to make money."

Xie Nanxing first placed his hand on the wooden box on the left, and slowly flipped through the pages one by one, with one corner of his lips curled up.

These people who claimed to be seeking justice for Wu Cixiu actually said things that were exaggerated and distorted.

The desire in his heart to kill Shen Jinmo without a burial place was not concealed at all.

That’s right, who in this world doesn’t want Shen Jinmo to die?

"They are quite...brave?"

In order to kill Shen Jinmo, he is willing to sacrifice his own life. Isn't that bravery?

Mo Ping pursed his lips, trying his best to suppress the grievance and unwillingness in his heart: "With these people taking advantage of the situation, it will be very difficult for you to overturn the case. Master, do you need me to give him a good beating?"

"Let them make trouble. You just need to find out who is manipulating it and keep the evidence of their trouble."

Xie Nanxing never thought of relying on these people to overturn Shen Jinmo's case.

On the night Wu Cixiu died, only Shen Jinmo entered the Taifu Mansion, so Shen Jinmo cannot escape the crime of killing Wu Cixiu.

Xie Nanxing spent this money to stir up public opinion and muddy the waters of the capital. He wanted only two results:

One is to find out who in this divine capital is determined to take advantage of the situation and kill Shen Jinmo.

The second is to find out all those who know some of the truth but are hesitant because of fear of unknown risks.

Only by knowing both himself and his enemy, and understanding everything that happened that night from every angle, can Xie Nanxing ensure that every step he takes afterwards is flawless.

After a long pause, Mo Ping cupped his hands and replied, "Yes, I obey your command."

After going through the evidence in the wooden box on the right from beginning to end, Xie Nanxing already had a clear idea of ​​what was going on.

How could Xie Nanxing not know the growing depression that was getting heavier day by day as he was the one who grew up with Shen Jinmo and resolutely followed Shen Jinmo after he returned to the Divine Capital?

Not only Mo Ping, but all the people under Xie Nanxing's command were like a small boat surrounded by countless warships. Facing powerful opponents and unknown storms on the sea, how could they remain calm?

He didn't point it out. Facing Shen Jinmo's silence, he just trusted him out of habit.

Facing Xie Nanxing's silence, I can just hold on a little longer.

"A Ping, if you need money, just let A Huai find a way. I want those who know the details to leave the capital immediately."

Mo Ping couldn't understand all the twists and turns in this game of chess, but he knew that if he continued to do this, his master would be nailed to the stone tablet forever, cursed by all living beings.

"Master, if we let them leave the capital immediately, then even if it is proven that you are wrongly accused, the people of the world will only think that we destroyed all the evidence by means of coercion and inducement."

Mo Ping didn't believe that Shen Jinmo would kill Wu Cixiu.

If it was really Shen Jinmo who killed him, then there must be a reason.

He knows very well the master he has served since he was a child.

Xie Nanxing chuckled and picked up the teapot to pour a cup of hot tea for Mo Ping: "If they don't leave, the people of this world will not believe in Shen Jinmo."

“Not only will no one believe it today, even if Shen Jinmo is dead a hundred years later, no one will believe in Shen Jinmo’s innocence.”

From being abandoned by his parents, to being abandoned by all officials, and now being abandoned by the people of the world, what Shen Jinmo, the treacherous minister, has done is known to everyone in the world.

People's prejudices would not make these people suddenly think that Shen Jinmo is a loyal and capable general just because Xie Nanxing did not send these people out of the Divine City.

But Wu Cixiu's character and good reputation should not be destroyed by a king who wields power and acts recklessly, and a treacherous minister who is destined to bear eternal infamy.

The scalding hot tea broke the lock in his heart. Mo Ping looked up at Xie Nanxing, seeking comfort from this master who was ten years younger than him.

"Master, even if the Grand Tutor was really killed by you, I think you are not wrong."

After hearing so much what others say and seeing so much irrefutable evidence, Mo Ping's heart was in torment every day.

He believed in Shen Jinmo, but it seemed that he was the only one in the world who believed in Shen Jinmo.

Fighting one against ten thousand, Mo Ping felt very tired.

But he doesn't want to change sides.

Xie Nanxing took a handful of candied fruit from the snack bag and put it in Mo Ping's hand: "Shen Jinmo picked this, it's very sweet, try it."

Under Xie Nanxing's expectant gaze, Mo Ping put a piece of candied fruit into his mouth, chewed it slowly, and felt the sweetness spreading in his mouth.

"A Ping, is it sweet?"

Mo Ping nodded.

"Then if I tell you now that the candied fruit you just ate is very sour and not tasty, will you believe me?"

Mo Ping shook his head: "It's very sweet, I've tasted it."

Xie Nanxing sat next to Mo Ping: "In our eyes, there is a tangible Shen Jinmo, and in the hearts of the people of the world, there is also a visible Taifu."

"Human hearts are not a measure, and they all have their biases. Believe what you believe in, and protect what you protect. All you and I can ask for is a clear conscience."

Patting Mo Ping's shoulder again: "A Ping, my husband is the best husband in the world, and your master is also the best master in the world."

"This is a fact that you and I know. No one else needs to know or acknowledge it."

The increasingly tangled threads buried in Mo Ping's mind were found out by Xie Nanxing with a candied fruit, thus sorting out the tangled thoughts.

Mo Ping stood up from the stool and knelt down to kowtow to Xie Nanxing: "Master, please rest assured that I will handle this matter properly."

Mo Ping withdrew another 50,000 taels of silver from Yang Huai, and Yang Huai came with this month's account book to report the accounts to Xie Nanxing.

People who used to think that losing money was no big deal are now upset.

Yang Huai is now so poor that he wishes he could ask for back all the money he donated last year.

Xie Nanxing took the account book and looked through it. As he expected, all the money earned by Shuangxing Building in the past two years had been spent.

"Master, I feel a little useless."

"Ahuai, stop talking nonsense."

"We were able to earn enough money to build the road to heaven for Shen Jinmo in just two years. We are really amazing."

The master in front of him spoke sincerely, and the pride flashing in his eyes and the praise contained in his words could not be fake.

Yang Huai pursed her lips and smiled, with tears in her eyes.

He had no idea of ​​the overall situation and was running around like a headless fly.

This was the first time that his master was in charge of such a big game, and he was also crossing the river by feeling the stones.

He was panicking, so how could Xie Nanxing not be panicking?

But his master, who would be sick for ten days or half a month if caught in the rain, would drag the terrified him out of the mud at every appropriate moment.

Xie Nanxing is the mainstay of the Xie family.

It's not just Shen Jinmo who is determined, but everyone in the Xie Mansion.

As long as he is there, they will definitely win.