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

Shen Jinmo sat quietly on the armchair, watching Xia Ling destroy half of the scratches, and had no intention of speaking.

There was no need for Shen Jinmo to talk nonsense and small talk with Xia Ling.

People imprisoned in prison will always be less confident than those sitting outside.

Xia Ling stopped what he was doing and turned to Shen Jinmo: "Shen Jinmo, tell me, what does father want me to do?"

"The Emperor intends to have you return to the East Palace."

As for whether he can sit on the throne of the Eastern Palace, it depends on Xia Ling's ability.

Xia Ling, who was curled up in the corner of the cell and looked disheveled, suddenly stood up, took a step forward, and then slowly took a step back.

He clung tightly to the wooden pillars of the cell, searching for a sense of solid support.

"Master Shen, why don't you make your point more clearly."

"The reason why Prince Ling was made the Crown Prince is because Princess Han, who drove the Eastern Japanese out of the Eastern Territory and subsequently destroyed their territory, can only marry the future crown prince and become the Crown Princess of the Eastern Palace."

"The Eastern Japanese were destroyed?"

"When General Han returns to the court, there will be no more Eastern Japanese in this world."

The Eastern Japanese were destroyed by Han Shu, so there was no so-called hostage-taking of Han Shu to control Han Hou and his son.

Naturally, Xia Hong would not give the military power to Xia Ling. The only value of Xia Ling was to use the position of the Eastern Palace to add a fig leaf to the imperial power.

"How could my father allow me to hold both the position of crown prince and military power?"

"You used to be the emperor's eldest son, and now you are the emperor's eldest son. Among your brothers, only you can withstand a fight. Who else should we choose if not you?"

The position of Crown Princess is a reward, but also a plunder.

This is true for Han Shu and also for Xia Ling.

The words that blatantly pointed out that Xia Ling was a sitting duck cut the light on Xia Ling's face into pieces.

Reluctance, shame, resentment, blame, all kinds of emotions surged in my heart: "Sir Shen, you destroyed my position as the East Palace, so I will make you the one who killed my master."

"If you destroy my throne in the East Palace in the future, I will let you die alone."

The long whip passed through the gaps between the wooden pillars, locked Xia Ling's neck tightly, and dragged Xia Ling to his side like a dead dog.

The steaming tea on the table poured down Xia Ling's broken neck. Shen Jinmo stared at Xia Ling, who was twisting and tumbling like a dying insect.

"King Ling, if you do your job well, I can let you live a few more days."

"Prince Ling did something that he shouldn't have done. I will make him live a life worse than death."

Throwing the key on the table into the cell, Shen Jinmo swung the whip in his hand, and the burned skin instantly became bloody.

Xia Ling gritted his teeth and endured the sharp pain, staring at Shen Jinmo's departing back, wishing he could die together with Shen Jinmo.

The variables in this divine capital and the variables in Xia Ling’s life are all Shen Jinmo.

Three days later, Xia Ling, who had not been seen for more than half a year, walked out of the palace. His high-lifted clothes hid the wound on his neck, but could not hide his pale face.

When Fang Huiling Wang Mansion arrived, rewards flowed in from the imperial palace.

On that day, all the people in the capital knew that during the time when King Ling disappeared, they were all in the palace personally taking care of Xia Hong who was unwell.

The reason why the emperor left the palace this time was that he was in good health, and Xia Hong, the eldest son, was undoubtedly a man of merit.

Filial piety is the most important of all virtues. The people of Manshendu praised Xia Ling's action from mouth to mouth.

The praise for Xia Ling came up very quickly, but was quickly replaced by the news of the fight against the Japanese that spread from the court to the people.

Within a few days, even the children on the streets could make a few comments on the question of "whether or not to destroy the Eastern Japanese".

When Shen Jinmofang entered the house, Xie Nanxing, who had already received some of the latest news, trotted over to greet him.

He gently waved the folding fan in his hand, and the smile in his eyes showed a subtle flattery: "Lord Shen, you have worked hard in court today. Xie will fan you well."

Shen Jinmo took Xie Nanxing's folding fan with one hand and fanned himself with it, while with the other hand he picked up Xie Nanxing.

Without the folding fan, Xie Nanxing used a handkerchief to wipe Shen Jinmo's sweat, and never stopped her hands.

One glance would allow people who knew him to see clearly that he was guilty, and he would not stop doing what he was going to do just because he felt guilty.

After putting his ear close to Xie Nanxing's stomach and listening for a while, Shen Jinmo looked up at Xie Nanxing and asked, "Have you had lunch?"

He nodded his head like pounding garlic: "I used it, I used it. How dare I not listen to your instructions?"

"How much did it take?"

Xie Nanxing patted his belly with one hand, looking extremely naive: "I ate so much that my belly is swollen."

"A few days ago, Qicai Pavilion received a batch of breathable and light materials. I handed over the latest sizes. Have the clothes been delivered today?"

Xie Nanxing stuffed the handkerchief into his sleeve and fanned Shen Jinmo with both hands: "It's here, it's here. I saw it and liked it very much. I plan to wait for you to come back and try it on you."

Shen Jinmo snorted in his heart. She was doing this for another man, even using the beauty trap?

Without showing it on his face, Shen Jinmo followed the trap set by Xie Nanxing and said, "Then where do you want to try it?"

"How about trying it in Lord Shen's arms?"

Xie Nanxing put her arms around Shen Jinmo's neck, twisted a few times in Shen Jinmo's arms, and then buried her red face in Shen Jinmo's arms.

It's not shame, but guilty conscience.

"Try it in my arms. Are you sure you still have the energy to trick me?"

"Nonsense, who wants to trick you?"

Xie Nanxing rolled his eyes and said, "I am the head of the Xie Mansion. No matter how powerful Lord Shen is outside, once he enters my Xie Mansion, doesn't he still have to listen to me?"

"Oh, is it so?"

"Master, please don't forget that I am a jealous person by nature. I feel uncomfortable when I hear some people's names."

Is this a direct and explicit display of power?

For a moment, Xie Nanxing really didn't know how to deal with Shen Jinmo's move.

After placing Xie Nanxing on the recliner in the house, Shen Jinmo had no intention of interrupting Xie Nanxing's quiet and prepared appearance, and he entered the hot spring pool empty-handed.

The set of clothes was placed on the eight-immortals table in the room.

Xie Nanxing stood up from the recliner, walked around the room, and then leaned in front of the curtain and stuck half of his head out.

The pool was filled with steam, and the people bathing in towels made Xie Nanxing's mouth dry.

Xie Nanxing closed his eyes, turned back into the house, and walked towards the hot spring pool holding a newly made ink-colored gown.

Whether to ask the question or not is another matter. Xie Nanxing just wants to have some fun first.

When he has enjoyed himself enough, he can take advantage of Shen Jin's dark aura to get some information out of him. Wouldn't that be the best of both worlds?