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

Xia Yu didn't get any response, so he kowtowed to Xia Hong again: "Your Majesty, I, Xia Yu, beg you to allow me to take the thirty blows on behalf of Xie Nanxing."

"Ming Wang, do you know why Xie Nanxing beat the Ten Thousand People Drum?"

The crawling figure was covered with a layer of white snow, and what rang in Xia Yu's ears was the sound of the board piercing into the flesh.

How could Yang Huai and Lu Bai protect Xie Nanxing?

"My son, I don't know."

Xia Hong looked through the crowd at the servant who was protecting Xie Nanxing and taking the beating for Xie Nanxing, and his anxiety was gradually suppressed.

"If you don't know, why would you, a prince, take thirty lashes for him?"

"Xie Nanxing has been my son's companion for several years. If Xie Nanxing had not risked his life to save me when I was poisoned, I would not be able to fulfill my filial duty to my father and mother, let alone be loyal to the Great Xia."

"If Xie Nanxing is beaten with thirty sticks today, he will either die or be disabled."

"My son is in good health. I can survive the thirty blows. I can walk again after a little rest."

Because Xie Nanxing once saved Xia Yu, even if Xia Yu knew that he would be further away from the throne and the people's hearts if he saved Xie Nanxing today, he would still do it?

For Xia Yu, is the throne really not as important as his own peace of mind?

Or, if no one forced Xia Yu to take this path to seize power, Xia Yu would not have been willing to take the throne?

All the questions buried deep in my heart were answered in this snowstorm.

The son raised by Zhong Yuanyuan is so upright that he doesn't seem like Xia Hong's biological son.

No.

This is Xia Hong’s biological son.

She was his eldest sister-in-law, the only woman he loved in his life, and the one who gave birth to his son.

His son's mother, Xiao's son, is smart and upright. What is there for Xia Hong to be dissatisfied with?

Ten boards had already landed, and the only thing that really landed on Xie Nanxing was the bright red blood that flowed from Lu Bai and Mo Ping's bodies.

The ink covered everything, and the blood could not be seen.

Xia Hong glanced sideways at Eunuch Lin, who hurriedly ran to stop the executioner.

The imperial sedan fell to the ground, and Xia Hong helped Xia Yu up.

"Xiao Jiu, this Wanmin Drum has set a rule since its inception, and no one else has ever taken this rule on their behalf."

"Your son knows. I am willing to accept it twice as much to repay Nanxing for saving my life."

"Then do you know that if the matter Xie Nanxing sued today is not tolerated by the people, how will you win the hearts of the people again in the future?"

"My son, I don't know."

Xia Yu raised his head and looked at Xia Hong, his eyes burning, "But if I can't even protect my savior, how can the people of the Great Xia Dynasty believe that I can protect them in the future?"

"But what if Xie Nanxing is indeed guilty today and cannot be saved?"

Xia Yu turned around and looked at Xie Nanxing who was still pressed on the punishment bench: "If Xie Nanxing is really guilty, I will definitely not disregard the law and use my power to help him get out of this."

"And I, your son, will bear the punishment for him, as a token of my gratitude for your companionship and life-saving grace over the years."

At this point, Xie Nanxing and Xia Yu no longer owed each other anything and had no relationship anymore.

This conversation between father and son was carried by the wind and snow to the ears of all the civil and military officials in the court.

They had not seen such a resounding spirit from the heirs of the emperor for many, many years.

That is the most simple love and righteousness hidden in people's hearts after breaking through the twists and turns of power.

The affection and kindness that were once protected by Wu Cixiu appeared in a crown prince who was greatly favored by the emperor, which would naturally inspire the hearts of those court officials who still had hope for the country.

He personally took Xia Yu's hand and walked towards the courtiers kneeling in the snow: "My dear ministers, have you heard clearly what my son wants?"

The ministers prostrated themselves and said, "I heard you clearly."

"Then what the emperor wants, do you think it is ok to grant it?"

The two consecutive calls of "Prince" revealed the emperor's thoughts.

At this moment, Xia Hong felt no jealousy or calculation towards his young son, but only pride.

Kindness cannot stabilize the country, and loyalty cannot intimidate court officials.

Xia Yu did not covet his land, he just wanted to live.

"The late emperor established this drum of the people because the royal relatives abused their power to bully others. The purpose of thirty strokes of the cane was to strictly prevent people from abusing this power to disrupt the government. Now the king is willing to take his own life in order to repay the grace of saving his life in the past. This is a sincere and innocent heart. I think it can be approved."

"We all think it is acceptable."

Xia Hong looked at Eunuch Lin and asked, "How many strokes did you get just now?"

"Ten boards."

The ten major blows, which were not considered to be of any importance, were spoken out by Eunuch Lin himself.

Because Xia Hong wanted to calculate.

The order Xia Hong gave when he came out of the Golden Palace today was that whoever was willing to help Xie Nanxing block the enemy, let them do it.

When everyone is beaten to the point where they can no longer resist, Xie Nanxing will naturally take the beating.

Xia Hong wanted Xie Nanxing to leave Shen Jinmo.

But Xia Hong would never use such superficial means to leave such an insurmountable gap in Shen Jinmo's heart.

What Xia Hong always wanted was for Shen Jinmo to take the initiative to come to him after weighing the pros and cons.

And the board that was originally going to fall on Xie Nanxing would naturally not take Xie Nanxing's life.

He would only make Xie Nanxing remember deeply what price he had to pay to stay with Shen Jinmo.

"Since all the officials agree that it is feasible, I will make an exception today and allow Prince Ming to shoulder the remaining twenty strokes of the cane for Xie Nanxing."

Xia Yu walked over to the punishment bench and personally helped Xie Nanxing up.

He patted the snow on Xie Nanxing's body and said, "Even if I have money in the future, I can't buy you into the mansion and make you smile in front of me every day."

Xie Nanxing's eyes were filled with morning light as she looked at Xia Yu with a sweet and soft smile, and the tears falling from her eyes made the smile linger.

After taking three steps back, Xie Nanxing knelt three times and kowtowed nine times towards Xia Yu: "I, a humble citizen, thank you for your grace, King Ming."

The imperial carriage headed back to the Golden Palace. Xie Nanxing, led by a young eunuch, followed at the end of the court officials.

The people who served Xie Nanxing were taken out of the palace by the imperial guards. Only two young eunuchs who were carrying out the execution were left in front of the white palace gate, as well as Eunuch Lin who was standing on the side and watching the execution.

Xia Yu is now a descendant of the emperor. Even if he is punished, he cannot do it in front of those ministers who will kneel and kowtow to him in the future.

The twenty blows were dealt quickly, and within a cup of tea, several holes were made on Xie Xiayu's prince's robe.

The upper part of the luxurious robe remained the same as before, but the color of the robe below the waist could no longer be determined.

It looks like red, like black, but it’s not purple.

Zhong Yuanyuan stood on the attic and watched the punishment end with her own eyes, and also watched Xia Yu stand up from the punishment bench with her own eyes.

He raised his hand to wipe the moisture from the corners of his eyes caused by the snowflakes, then turned around and went back to the bedroom.

"Your Highness, the Emperor said that you should go back and have a good rest after being beaten, and you don't have to go to the morning court anymore."

Xia Yu looked back at the towering Golden Palace, and when he looked away he saw that figure again. In the end, he did not choose to lie down on the soft couch prepared by Eunuch Lin.

Twenty strokes of the cane to slow down his strength were of no use to him. He had no use for this soft couch on which he could not straighten his back.

He was unwilling to step on the blood and tears of Xie Nanxing and Shen Jinmo to win the allegiance of the people of the world to him.

Since we can’t recruit.

I am even more unwilling to recruit.