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Since returning to the Divine Capital, Xie Nanxing has been even busier than Shen Jinmo.

After dinner today, Xie Nanxing drank a cup of hot tea with Shen Jinmo, and then took Yang Huai into the study, and has not come out until now.

The two of them discussed for such a long time today in order to speed up the process and create an opponent for Shuangxing Tower without anyone noticing.

Naturally, the money earned by this opponent will eventually go into Xie Nanxing's pocket.

Silver is a very valuable thing, but Xie Nanxing was not so generous as to give all the money of the Shuangxing Tower, which he had built with his own hands, into Xia Hong's pocket.

Xie Nanxing wanted to earn a lot of money and take good care of Shen Jinmo.

Knocking on the door lightly, Xie Nanxing walked past Yang Huai and quickly approached Shen Jinmo. He held Shen Jinmo's hand and asked, "Did you miss me?"

Shen Jinmo nodded and tidied up Xie Nanxing's hair. "It's getting late now. You should rest early after you finish your work. I have something to discuss with someone. I will come back to accompany you after the discussion."

"I didn't go anywhere else. I was at home in the gazebo in the backyard."

Ever since Zhong Qingshan witnessed Xie Nanxing's panic when he first woke up, Shen Jinmo's daily accounts of his whereabouts have become more detailed.

And now Xie Nanxing is indeed capable of facing every word Shen Jinmo gives.

Xie Nanxing held Shen Jinmo's hand and half of his head stuck out, feeling the coldness outside the house, then turned around and took out the cloak that Shen Jinmo had left in the study.

"The cold snap in late spring is the most unbearable. Wear more clothes to avoid catching a cold."

Shen Jinmo knelt down obediently, and Xie Nanxing tied his cloak for him personally: "Be careful, I won't just sit there and wait for you, don't worry."

Even at home, Xie Nanxing would always remind Shen Jinmo to be careful.

Even at home, Lu Bai would always be there to help Xie Nanxing take a fatal blow.

The door of the study was closed by Shen Jinmo from the outside. The rustling night wind was blocked by Shen Jinmo's cloak, and Tian Ding, who was soaked with wine, shivered several times from the cold.

"Brother Wang Heng, it's warm inside, why don't we go inside?"

Tian Ding broke into Xie Mansion by himself, and was able to meet Shen Jinmo successfully, which means that it was Shen Jinmo who let him into Xie Mansion.

Raising his eyes coldly, his nose twitched slightly, Shen Jinmo said coldly: "You smell, it will dirty the house."

Shen Jinmo was not only worried that Tian Ding would dirty the house, but he was also worried that he would be infected with the strong smell of alcohol.

Standing up and facing the wind, Shen Jinmo thought that the less he got in the dirt, the better.

It was Shen Jinmo's action that made Tian Ding feel that Shen Jinmo had him in his heart.

Knowing that he was cold, she went out of her way to block the cold wind for him.

Turning around and looking up at Shen Jinmo who was standing behind him, all the scenes from the first time the Imperial Guards met Shen Jinmo till now emerged in Tian Ding's mind.

The darkness blocked the tears in Tian Ding's eyes, and his choked voice could be attributed to the cold.

With dependence and admiration, Tian Ding asked in a low voice: "Why did Brother Wang Heng want to kill the Grand Tutor?"

Since Wu Cixiu's death, everyone he knew and didn't know, except Xie Nanxing, has been asking this question over and over again.

But Shen Jinmo never answered.

Tonight, Shen Jinmo had no intention of replying.

Because Tian Ding didn't want this answer.

"Tian Ding, what do you want?"

"I…"

Tian Ding took a look at the calmness in Shen Jinmo's sharp eyes in the moonlight, and quickly lowered his head because of an unknown emotion in his heart.

What does he want?

Why did he come today?

Tian Ding himself hadn't thought it through either.

He just felt that he should come.

Shen Jinmo was rarely so patient with Tian Ding. He did not urge Tian Ding to give an answer, nor did he turn around and leave because of Tian Ding's silence.

Everyone in this world will face choices, and Shen Jinmo will not impose his own ideas on anyone.

I have not thought it through, and the thoughts I imposed on myself are contrary to the desires in my heart, so what I am raising is just the next Lu Chi.

What he usually does is to give people the deepest desires and let them make the choices they want.

The evening breeze could no longer freeze Tian Ding at all. Unable to sort out his thoughts, Tian Ding stood up from the stone bench, supported by the stone table, and began to pace back and forth around the pavilion.

The coldness in the heart, the heat in the blood, and the worry oozing from the soul keep colliding.

Fires splashed inside his head, shattering the many restrictions that Tian Ding had set for himself.

Tian Ding, who was in a daze and never dared to talk about his ideals, stood upright in the backyard of Xie's house and expressed his ambitions.

"Brother Wang Heng, I hope to carry on the aspirations of the Grand Tutor, speak for the mountains and rivers, and write for the people."

Tian Ding wanted to be an official, wanted to be a good official, and wanted to be a good official who could protect more people.

But in today's country, being a good official is a crime.

But today's Tian Ding no longer has the ability to change these mountains and rivers.

Being a good official in a country that is powerless to change is nothing but a pipe dream.

"You want me to tell you why I killed the Master?"

Tian Dingyin clenched his hands into fists in his sleeves.

His nails dug into the flesh, Tian Ding lowered his head: "Yes, I want to know why."

Tian Ding wanted to know whether Shen Jinmo took the initiative to prevent the credit from being taken away by others because of his betrayal as if asking for help?

Tian Ding wanted to know if he had become an invisible part of the murder of Wu Cixiu?

Tian Ding wanted to know whether he should also bear some responsibility for Wu Cixiu's death?

Tian Ding wanted to know, if the deeper truth was revealed, should he be counted as part of the curses from the people of the world?

The struggle in his heart made Tian Ding's body, which had been fattened up by eating and drinking, become as thin as when he first entered the Imperial Guard Department.

Shen Jinmo hit Tian Ding's head with the handle of his whip, and a big bump immediately appeared on Tian Ding's head.

His head was buzzing, and when the sound died down, the pain came back and made Tian Ding's eyes blurry with tears.

He looked at Shen Jinmo with grievance and asked, "Brother Wang Heng, why did you hit me?"

Frowning, Shen Jin's eyes were filled with disdain: "Don't look at me like that!"

"Oh."

Tian Ding responded sullenly, thinking of what Ah Shun had said, he knew that he was imitating others again.

Looking up at Shen Jinmo's eyes that could see through everything, Tian Ding felt that the bump on his head was not so painful anymore.

"I am a dull boy, please teach me, Brother Wang Heng."

"The gate you dare not cross is the daily battle between your inner desire and the status quo."

"Now that I'm here today, there's no need to put on this high-sounding mask in the name of Grand Tutor."

Tian Ding subconsciously resisted the words that Shen Jinmo said: "What I want in my heart, isn't this what Brother Wang Heng wants in his heart?"

Shen Jinmo stood like a mountain, and the violent storm could not disturb him at all: "Tian Ding, you and I are different from the beginning, you have always known it."

"But what you did before may seem like treachery, but you have never wronged the people in the slightest."

Those silver coins that were raised, those officials that were punished, if Shen Jinmo had not negotiated, the blade of imperial power would have exploited the people to death.