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

As soon as the question was asked, Han Zhou lowered his head and did not respond.

This is the deterrence and warning of imperial power. Xia Ling is not scary, but the imperial power that Xia Ling represents now is scary.

Knowing it was a dead end, but because someone had grasped his weak spot and he did not have the power to overthrow the dynasty, he had no choice but to deliver his life to the hands of the emperor.

History repeats itself, Han Zhou is not even as lucky as Zhongqin Hou.

He had promised Xie Nanxing that he would return home safely, and he had secretly promised himself countless nights that he would not let Xie Nanxing feel guilty for giving him the strength to go to the battlefield.

Now it seems that the promise he made was nothing but a joke.

Han Zhou was unwilling and resentful.

A real man is born into this world. He can fight and die for his country and his people. He can sacrifice his life for the country. But now he dies in the emperor's suspicion and power struggle. It is too humiliating.

At this moment, Han Zhou suddenly thought of Wu Cixiu.

Could it be that his master had also fallen into the same desperate situation as him, unable to extricate himself, and was finally forced to hand over his head to someone else?

As for Shen Jinmo, who was protected by Xie Nanxing with his life, was it because he had no way to retreat that he had to raise the butcher knife and kill his teacher?

Han Zhou chuckled softly, and his guilt towards Xie Nanxing intensified.

He could now empathize with Shen Jinmo's helplessness, simply because he was also in the same desperate situation as Shen Jinmo.

The only thing to be thankful for now is that the 20,000 Tiger-Power soldiers who followed his Han family to fight on the battlefield are being carried by the warship and are on a road that can break through the darkness.

"Prince Han is silent. Is he planning to wait until Shen Jinmo's whip is tied around Marquis Han's neck before making this choice?"

Xia Ling was still smiling, and he tested you again: "Or do you hope that Xie Nanxing would be forced by his father to come to the front line with his sick body to summon you back to the capital?"

Han Zhou's breathing became heavy, and veins bulged on his fists hidden by his cloak.

"When the cunning rabbit dies, the running dog is cooked. Today, King Ling used someone else's weakness to force me to surrender. Did you ever think that I would end up like this in the future?"

"Hahaha."

The laughter echoed in the tent, but it was ruthlessly cold.

What does Xia Ling have to fear when facing Han Zhou, a victim of power?

"As long as I live, I will not have a weak spot. When I reach the pinnacle, power will be my strongest armor."

"Azhou?" Xia Ling tried to ask: "Isn't this what the princess calls you?"

Seeing Han Zhou's fierce eyes, Xia Ling smiled more proudly: "It seems that the king guessed right."

Another gust of evening breeze blew into the tent. Xia Ling was about to win a great victory in the negotiations, and he actually felt that the Eastern Territory was not as disgusting as he had imagined.

"As long as you return to the Divine Capital with me, I will protect your sister's life."

"Why would someone like King Ling, who has no weaknesses, protect my sister?"

"that power."

He said these two words with absolute certainty: "As long as I don't hold the imperial power, I will need your sister's prestige in the army to win over the military power. This king and he are a strong partnership."

“Humanity is fickle, but interests are eternal.”

Han Zhou hid the anger in his eyes, and looked at Xia Ling with an increasingly deep gaze, and the fingertips on the table turned white.

Military power. Xia Hong was unwilling to be coerced. So how could Xia Ling, a power seeker, give it up?

Therefore, from the very beginning, no one in the Han family was spared.

"People gather because of profit, and they must also disperse because of profit. Once the King of Ling ascends to the throne, how can I believe that the King of Ling will not be like..."

He wanted to say something but stopped himself, but the three people in the tent all knew what Han Zhou meant.

It was also at this moment that Xun Lan finally saw clearly how quickly the young general, who was not yet an adult, had stepped into the next level of life in the past few days.

Han Zhou, who was able to grow up safely amidst the intrigues and deceptions in the capital, is not incapable of learning how to use these despicable political schemes.

However, the Han family’s mission is to protect the country, not to gain access to the imperial court.

They were born open and sincere, but the king was not worthy of their sincerity, so he forced them to the point of risking their lives in order to have a chance of survival.

Xia Ling started to write a letter of pardon on rice paper, and handed it to Han Zhou along with a jade pendant that could prove his identity: "General Han, take a look, is there anything else you need to add?"

It has nothing to do with love or marriage, this is a naked transaction.

He read every word on the rice paper carefully: "Please add one more thing, Lord Ling. If my sister doesn't want to, Lord Ling can't force her."

"If my sister wants to leave, King Ling will let her go."

As Han Zhou wished, Xia Ling wrote down the supplement in his own handwriting: "General Xiao Han, can you come back to the Divine Capital with me now?"

Han Zhou stood up and walked towards Xia Ling: "Your Majesty, I have something else I would like to ask for your help."

Xia Ling, who was sitting on the armchair, found Han Zhou in front of him more pleasing to the eye: "You will be my brother-in-law in the future. I will do my best to help you."

"No matter why I am in danger, Shen Jinmo must bear the blame in the end."

"I want to avenge my master."

Xia Ling had no reason not to agree. The person who wanted Shen Jinmo's life the most in the world was none other than Xia Ling.

"Don't worry, I will handle this matter properly."

"Then please rest for one more night, Your Majesty. I will set off with Your Majesty to return to the Divine Capital early tomorrow morning to discuss the matter of defeating the Japanese."

That night, a letter was sent from Xia Ling's tent and flew into Xia Hong's hands.

The autumn hunting arrangements in Shendu are beginning to get on track.

Dozens of secret letters written by Han Zhou himself were carried by the Huwei Army to the border of Daxia.

The last top-secret letter was carried by a carrier pigeon to the 20,000 Tiger Army handed over to Xia Che.

Since he was destined to die, Han Zhou hoped that his death would be more severe.

His life should be known to the generals guarding the border of the Great Xia Dynasty. Under Xia Hong's suspicion and Shen Jinmo's slaughter, they have only one choice: death.

Han Zhou didn't know how much of an impact his death would have on the border. He also knew that Shen Jinmo, who stood on the opposite side of the world, might not be an unforgivable person.

But this is the only road ahead.

The question Xie Nanxing had asked at Xie's house came to mind:

[Don't you dare to hold the omnipotent sword of morality and slaughter Shen Jinmo repeatedly just because you are on the side of justice? ]

[Isn't it that you guys are relying on the fact that Shen Jinmo doesn't fight back when he hits you or scolds you? ]

[All of you can do nothing but bully Shen Jinmo. ]

His eyes were slightly moist, with traces of water flowing down Han Zhou's eye sockets.

Everything Xie Nanxing said was right.

The situation is like this, even if one guesses 80% of the truth, everyone will choose to sacrifice Shen Jinmo.

Only Xie Nanxing wanted Shen Jinmo to live.

Walking out of the tent alone, Han Zhou looked up at the starry sky, his lips trembling and his voice filled with bitterness.

"Xie Nanxing, I'm sorry."

There was no choice, Han Zhou also chose to sacrifice Shen Jinmo's life in exchange for a bright future for future generations.

The person Han Zhou felt most sorry for in his life was Xie Nanxing.

If there is a next life, the next life, and eternity, Han Zhou is willing to pay Xie Nanxing with his life.