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

The day I left Luoan, the night was endless and the world was silent.

The day I returned to Luoan, the spring sun was just beginning to shine and the place was bustling with people.

Five thousand imperial guards formed up their troops in battle array, and when the carriages and horses that were more than a month away from the capital came into sight, the advance imperial guards rode their horses quickly to meet them.

Ten imperial guards knelt in front of the carriage driven by Mo Ping himself and said, "Your Majesty, I am here to welcome you back by order of the Emperor."

These five thousand imperial guards demonstrated the emperor's favor, but they were protecting a treacherous minister who was condemned by everyone.

"Ah."

Shen Leng responded, and the kneeling imperial guards stood up from the ground and rode their horses to protect both sides of the carriage where Shen Jinmo was.

As they entered the capital, common people from both sides who had heard the news swarmed in. Five thousand imperial guards protected the carriage in the middle, clearing a path forward amid the people's complaints.

Luo An should return with honor, and the people must see it openly.

Every stealthy step Shen Jinmo took meant his fear of everyone in the world.

His fear of life is that the people of this world are getting more and more demanding, and it will be difficult for Xie Nanxing to leave the house in the future.

"Shen Jinmo, you are worse than a pig or a dog, how dare you go back to the capital?"

"Shen Jinmo, every time I kill a pig, I call it by your name."

A loud roar stood out among the voices filled with curses due to fear.

The next moment, a butcher threw a machete with blood still on it straight at the carriage.

The spots of blood on his face that had not yet dried showed that the butcher had not yet had time to deal with the slaughtered pig, but because he was so angry that he rushed over with a machete in hand.

Coincidentally, most of the people on both sides of the road did not put down their eating utensils, but chose to gather towards the city gate.

The grievances that have nowhere to be appealed and the curses that have no one to respond to, with the return of Shen Jinmo, have the power to destroy the world.

The shoulder pole on his shoulder was used to confront the imperial guards, and the iron spoon and vegetable basket in his hands were used to smash towards the carriage.

The machete in the butcher's hand and the hoe on the farmer's shoulder began to be stained with blood from someone unknown.

Xie Nanxing held the heater in his hands tightly against his chest, trying his best to suppress the coldness and pain in his heart.

The protests in the past were nothing more than low-pitched curses, but the resentment today is that everyone wants to kill Shen Jinmo with their own hands.

The horses were frightened and stopped moving, and the driver's hands trembled as he whipped the horse.

No one can come out of such a dark place alive.

Except, Xie Nanxing's Shen Jinmo.

Shen Jinmo, who was coaxing Xie Nanxing to finish the last bite of his breakfast, pried open Xie Nanxing's hands that were clasped on the stove.

He held it in his palm and rubbed it gently: "Xie Nanxing, cover your ears with your hands, okay?"

Shen Jinmo treated Xie Nanxing like a child and coaxed him, and Xie Nanxing also treated himself like a child being coaxed.

Xie Nanxing nodded heavily, covering her ears tightly with both hands. Blocking out all noise from the outside world, Xie Nanxing was finally able to smile brightly.

It was so bright, far brighter than the warm sun in the afternoon: "Go, I won't let you go until you come back."

He bent down and kissed Xie Nanxing between the eyebrows, then pinned the whip on his waist. He was used to the leisurely and comfortable use of Zhong Qingshan, but it was pulled out from his waist by Shen Jinmo.

All objects thrown at the carriage were blocked by Shen Jinmo's powerful internal force, and they broke into pieces in the air and fell on both sides of the road.

Looking around at the indignant faces, Shen Jin's dark eyes were sharp and cruel, like that of a vicious beast.

With a swipe of the whip in his hand, the vegetable basket that had fallen to the ground directly threw the peasant woman into the crowded crowd. She was stepped on by the foot of someone unknown, and she screamed and wailed.

The carrying pole met the strong men who were trying to break through the defense line of the imperial guards. A group of civilians who could not withstand the force were knocked back one after another, and the four-blade man at the front was beaten until he vomited blood.

The hoe fell on the farmer's muddy legs, and the sound of broken leg bones made the people standing around him turn pale with fright.

The machete that fell on Shen Jinmo's carriage was pulled out by the whip and swung in the air, cutting his cotton coat and the blood became more and more fishy and sweet in the air.

The arrogant attitude was suppressed by the calm bloodlust. All the raised heads began to droop one after another, and the steps that were originally moving forward began to slowly move backwards.

Xie Nanxing's kneeling on the street last year made everyone forget that the long whip in Shen Jinmo's hand was used to soaking up blood.

The whip in his hand will not retreat because of the strength of the person. The long whip in his hand will only sweep away all those who block his way forward one by one.

After this experience, Shen Jinmo became more bloodthirsty than before.

The helpless complaints and unsought justice shattered the last glimmer of hope in the hearts of the people along the way.

Even if they risked their lives, they could not shake Shen Jinmo, the treacherous minister who killed Wu Cixiu and escaped unscathed.

There were cries of pain everywhere, mixed in with the sound of foreheads hitting the ground.

Pairs of gray eyes looked up at the bright blue sky with tears in their eyes. They hoped that the heaven would punish them and seek justice for the old man who died unjustly.

They don’t know whether they can get justice in this life, nor do they know when they can expect redemption from fate.

The blue sky is blind, and the master of the mountains and rivers is inactive. Is it only if the sun and moon change the sky, and the masters of the mountains and rivers change, that we can get justice?

Shen Jinmo stood in the front room of the carriage holding a whip. His stiff figure did not show any different emotions because of the wailing of the people in front of him.

Such a helpless cry was buried by Shen Jinmo in the wilderness when he was nine years old.

Without the power to change the world, everyone can only kneel at the feet of the emperor and crawl for survival.

The road ahead was clear and the four carriages from the Xie family returned home safely.

The imperial guards who intercepted the people left in a line, and Tian Ding, with the people from the Imperial Guards, hurriedly sent all the injured people to the hospital.

All of a sudden, the busiest people in this divine capital became the doctors in various clinics.

They rode on horseback to inspect every treatment point, with the same pleading look in their eyes, hoping to ask Tian Ding to get justice for them.

However, no matter how high the hopes are in one's heart, no one will express them out loud.

Shen Jinmo is so powerful that even his descendants cannot stand shoulder to shoulder with him, let alone Tian Ding, an official with no background at all after losing Shen Jinmo's protection.

But Tian Ding, who was carrying Shen Jinmo on his back to treat them, was the last straw they could grasp.